Legend has it that when heaven and earth first opened and chaos was not separated, there was a green lotus rooted in nothingness. Its leaves carried three thousand avenues; its flowers gave birth to billions of living beings.
Afterwards, the green lotus disintegrated and transformed into the heavens and the world. Its roots turn into the veins of mountains, rivers and dragons; its branches and leaves turn into the sun, moon and stars; its lotus seeds are scattered in various worlds, either turning into living beings or treasures, or lying dormant in the long river of time, waiting for the moment to be awakened.
Tianlan Continent is just an inconspicuous speck of dust among all the heavens and worlds.
This continent once had a glorious Immortal Era, with great powers emerging in large numbers, capable of reaching the stars and the moon, and crossing the void. He also experienced a dark battle between demons and gods, where the heaven and earth collapsed and all magic withered.
Now, tens of thousands of years have passed, the miracles have long since disappeared, and the demons have become legends. What the world has cultivated are just fragments of fragments handed down from the ancient Immortal Era. They divided realms and established sects. For a few illusory resources and a book of exercises that they did not know to be true or false, they fought and killed endlessly. They thought they had a glimpse of the secrets of heaven and earth, but in fact, they were just summer insects sitting in a well watching the sky.
They didn't know that in a corner of this continent, deep in the unknown purple bamboo forest, there was an inconspicuous thatched cottage.
In front of the hall, there lay a sloppy old man who had been sleeping soundly all day long.
He seemed to have forgotten who he was and why he was here. He only knew that sleeping was a very comfortable thing.
Occasionally, he would wake up from his endless sleep and point out the destined people who accidentally entered this place.
