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

On this day, stratus clouds could be seen on the dreary, overcast sky. And rain, thin like cow hair, had drizzled down from the gloomy clouds, adding to the moisture in the air.

Tang Xiansheng held on to his servant girl's arm as he stepped onto the carriage.

The coachman had already been waiting for Tang Xiansheng to board the carriage.

After that, he whipped the horse, and then the wheels started turning.

The carriage left the Imperial City and sped down the wet highway. The guards of the capital city were patrolling the long streets.

An armored general stopped the carriage.

After a round of inspection, they were allowed to carry on.

Tang Xiansheng sat in the carriage dressed in robes, somewhat lethargic.

The carriage left the capital city and headed toward Beiluo City at full speed.

Not long after Tang Xiansheng left the capital city…

Why Am I Always the One Getting Injured?