Nero 2077

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?"
"Just to liven things up."
Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?"
"Just to really liven things up."
Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?"
"Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone."
The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God.
【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】
"No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World

Zhou Li immediately thought of another person.


Both names derive from the allusions in Classic Poetry. The reeds are green and lush; the white dew turns into frost. In escape, she blooms radiantly. With a little understanding, one can feel some connection between the two.


Zhou Li closed his eyes, beginning to digest the news.


Zhou Li had attachments, many indeed. Whether it was his close friends around him, everyone in Lizi Class, his master Zhuge Qing, the Old Scholar, or people like Qianhu and Hou Jue, all were his concerns.


But for him, Tao Yao was his conviction.


Zhou Li considered himself a reborn person from another world, yet the memories of Earth were not inherently his. Instead, Zhou Li gradually awakened as he aged, recalling various things from Earth. Thus, Tao Yao, who raised him from childhood, became the only kin in Zhou Li's heart.


Blood relatives are not as close as chosen family, this was Zhou Li's belief.


Chapter 289: Forgotten