Li Haotian returned as a Dao-understanding Sage, weary of the endless slaughter in the primordial cultivation world. He finally withdrew from the world, settling into a quiet life in the countryside.
With a wave of his hand, he carved out an island to serve as a blessed land, then reclaimed a few acres of farmland and planted peach trees... In his spare time, he reads, sometimes takes up woodworking to carve a tea table, and brews himself a cup of immortal spring tea. What could be better?
So why do so many prestigious clans, the four great nations, and seekers of immortality keep arriving in droves, all hoping for a chance to meet him?
“The peach trees are blossoming and bearing fruit, the immortal spring can slice through water only for it to flow again, and the fields are yielding golden rice... You came all this way just to ask for one of these?” Li Haotian swept out his hand, sending a gale roaring across the land. Then he said coolly, “I won't see you out!”
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
You are so powerful and can be found in seclusion in the mountains?
What I wrote was an invincible flow, but it ended up with so many strange plots, which made people feel embarrassed...
What I wrote was an invincible flow, but it ended up with so many strange plots, which made people feel embarrassed...
Doesn't the Supreme of All Worlds mean invincible? Even going to the Cemetery of Gods was suppressed. It seems there are still people higher than him! Can anyone higher than him be called the Supreme?
The author who has a bad brain writes all about bad things. The first chapter makes me irritated.
What I wrote was an invincible flow, but it ended up with so many strange plots, which made people feel embarrassed...
My eyes are already blind. It's too poisonous.