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

Eight streams of fate poured down.

The power was extremely terrifying. It was as if it was going to cause the sky and Earth to change color and the mountains and rivers to collapse.

Tantai Mo Jie's saint realm fleshly body exploded under the eight streams of fate. Even his strong bones could not withstand it and were turned into dust.

Golden blood splattered all over the ground.

Not even broken limbs were left. They were shattered into tiny dust and annihilated the world.

It was enough to show how terrifying the attack was.

Tantai Mo Jie never thought that he would die in such a way.

He thought he could leave his name in history.

He thought he could live forever with his body.

In the end, he was smashed into oblivion by the light beam of fate. His flesh and blood exploded, and his consciousness was destroyed.

He had once thought that he was the chosen one.

Chapter 523. There would be no more human emperors in this world