Drained by a Divine Lotus from the Start, I Swallowed It and Became a Saint

Reborn as the very first clod of soil to emerge when the prehistoric world was created: the Nine Heavens Breath Soil!

Others cultivate immortality by keeping their heads down. I do it by claiming land and collecting rent.

The great formation that gathers the world's origin? I laid the foundation for it.

Want to take root and sprout, Zhen Yuanzi's Ginseng Fruit Tree, Zhunti's Bodhi Tree, and the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Tree? Sure. Hand over your Origin Laws as rent!

I won't get caught up in conspiracies or fight over scraps of junk. I will assimilate the prehistoric earth with my Breath Soil. I am the boundless territory itself.

I support the Pillar of Heaven at Buzhou Mountain and stabilize the four poles and eight wildernesses, earning supreme merit through my great works of construction.

Countless ages later, the Purple Cloud Palace opens its doors to preach, and the mighty beings are still fighting tooth and nail over the seats of the saints.

I look down over the prehistoric world. “Stop fighting. Everything beneath your feet belongs to me.”