Li Hongtian

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.
Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard. Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities. That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe. 


Building The Ultimate Fantasy

In the Immortal Palace, green candle flames were oscillating.

A cold wind seemed to be blowing over.

Xiang Shaoyun's gaze was sharp. His blood was about to boil. He was giving off a terrifying energy.

Li Sansi was holding a wooden sword.

Immortal encounter, immortal encounter. But an encounter would only be possible if one was alive.

The candle flames turned into a dark green in an instant, as if someone was spying on them in the dark.

The atmosphere in the Immortal Palace was very… odd.

"I think this is a setup," Mo Shougui said.

"This is not where an immortal encounter will take place at all. This is simply a burial ground. Who knows what kinds of ghosts were buried here?"

The gloomy wind and the dark green flames were extremely exotic and peculiar.

Heaven and Earth Are Ruthless, and Treat the Myriad Creatures as Chess Pieces