“I’ll drift away in a little boat, and spend the rest of my life on rivers and seas.” Li Lianhua sailed off alone in a small boat. The Bicha poison flared up, and his sight slowly faded, yet he smiled with perfect calm. His boat entered the fog. When he opened his eyes again, heaven and earth were still formless, and chaos had yet to begin.
Li Lianhua stood in the void. The Sword of Shaoshi was gone; beside him, only a twelve-petal Green Lotus swayed, its heart holding a trace of the origin of chaos. He looked down at himself: still frail and sickly, still the same wanderer of the martial world.
But in the chaos, three thousand demon gods roared, and Pangu had yet to split the heavens from the earth.
A demon god came at him. He stepped aside and flicked his sleeve. The Yangzhou Slow unexpectedly drew on the spiritual energy of chaos, freezing the demon god in place. It wasn’t suppression. He was just “suggesting the fellow take a break.”
Word spread: a strange man had appeared in the chaos. He didn’t fight over treasures or cultivate the Dao. He just liked sitting on a Green Lotus and staring into space, occasionally rescuing a few poor demon gods being hunted down. Afterward, he would even ask them, “Got any seeds for growing vegetables?”
Hongjun divined the secrets of heaven, his expression changing dramatically. “This man… is not bound by the Mandate of Heaven.”
The Three Pure Ones watched from afar. They saw the figure on the Green Lotus yawn. “There isn’t even a pot of hot tea in this chaos.”
When Pangu split the heavens and the earth, Primordial Violet Qi descended from the sky and hovered before him. He raised a hand and waved it away. “This should go to someone who needs it.” The Violet Qi hesitated, then slipped into his sleeve and refused to leave.
The living beings of the Primordial World had no idea that this “wanderer,” who only ever thought about growing vegetables, would use the words “What’s the point?” to make countless powerful figures pause in the middle of the Dragon-Han Tribulation, the War Between the Lich Tribes, and the Conferred God Tribulation.
He entered the Primordial World in a mortal body, yet even the Saints of the heavens would owe him a favor.
Li Lianhua: I just wanted to find somewhere to retire. How did I end up becoming a Saint?
While everyone else flocks to the primordial world to vie for the Great Dao, pursue supernatural powers, and seize destiny, only Li Lianhua in the book enters the ancient mortal realm with a tranquil spirit. He does not seek to dominate the three realms, nor does he covet supreme power. He brews tea and watches the clouds, following his own will.
This is a very quiet book, with a gentle writing style that closely reflects Li Lianhua's personality. Thank you to the author for giving Li Lianhua a perfect ending in this life.
Excellent! It connects the Lotus Pavilion and the Primordial World together. Love it! 😄😄😄 Hopefully, Li Lianhua will get to make a move later on.
It's a book about how a pure heart can bring forth lotus blossoms everywhere. The connection between the original world and the primordial world is also quite good. It's a quiet and peaceful book that gives the author a very heartwarming ending.
It's very well written and very enjoyable to read.
The author has captured the beauty of Huahua in my heart, words cannot express it all. I only wish that Huahua and her family and friends will always be with her, and that joy will always be with her.
This is really well written!
It's very quiet, perfect for calming the mind.