When Li Jiuwu opened his eyes, the ninth tribulation of heavenly lightning had been gathering for a thousand years. He casually scooped up the tribulation clouds and brewed tea with them. The tea's fragrance turned into spiritual rain that blessed all living beings. The ancestral tablets of the five great immortal sects exploded all at once, foretelling the coming catastrophe. It wasn't his catastrophe, but the catastrophe of the Myriad Worlds!
The spirit-testing stele explodes, immortal pills are traded for sugar paintings, and secret realms are torn apart by hand... While others cultivate immortality as if walking on thin ice, he does it like strolling through a street market. The Demon Venerable threatens to use his skull as a wine cup? One slap turns him into fertilizer, and Li Jiuwu even turns the Demon Abyss Desert into spiritual farmland. A reborn cultivator lays a deadly formation in wait for a hundred years? Li Jiuwu squats in its core to plant potatoes, complaining that the soil is too hard.
When the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao trembles and offers him the
