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

When the morning star appeared on the horizon, Mi Jia, who was sitting cross-legged on the peak of the mountain, slowly opened her eyes.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and he actually felt a little cold.

He had already forgotten how many years it had been since he had experienced such a feeling of cold.

Possessing the body of a quasi-emperor, even if he fell into extreme ice, he would not feel cold. However, at this moment, he felt a chill.

Sunlight shone through the thick layer of clouds, like a heavy gauze, enveloping his body.

It was as if he was putting on a robe for Mi Jia.

Standing up from the peak of the mountain, Mi Jia raised her hand. She felt that her body was a little heavy. The cultivation that had accompanied her for hundreds of thousands of years was completely cut off by her three strikes last night.

At this moment, even her primordial spirit felt a little chaotic.

Chapter 535 was not about taking pills, but about missing someone