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 origin lake, the lake water rippled as it floated on the back of the giant whale. It was as if it had become a world of its own. The island was shrouded in dense spiritual energy, and it was extremely beautiful.

Lu Fan's white robe fluttered in the wind. He sat upright on the thousand blades chair and looked at the vast land.

Ning Zhao stood quietly behind him. The wind blew her long hair, and as it fluttered in the wind, it emitted a beautiful aura.

Ni Yu carried the black pot on her back. The Little Ying Dragon had climbed onto her head at some point in time. It lowered its head and looked at the vast world.

The sun shone down from the horizon. Spots of golden light seemed to cover the land in golden clothes.

There was still a voice coming from the Wolong Ridge.

However, it was gradually getting further and further away. It gradually disappeared and was barely audible.

Chapter 307. Although it had become a legend, it still needed to be respected