My name is Luo Qingling. I was once the most ordinary little demon in the sea of flowers. All I wanted in my life was to bask in the sun and rain and watch flowers bloom and fall. However, the devil's iron hoof trampled my home to pieces, and hundreds of millions of my companions were turned into ashes in the devil's fire. I'm the only survivor. Good news: I'm alive. Bad news: I am just a little flower demon with little morals, and even my transformation is shaky, and my enemy is the entire demon world. Revenge? Revenge for what? Do you want to use my weak body that can be cut off with just a pinch? But when they crushed my roots into the soil, thinking that I would be a companion of dust, they forgot. As long as there is soil and a glimmer of life, flowers can bloom again from any desperate situation. I don't have magic weapons. My weapons are roots dormant in the ground, buds that can penetrate stone cracks, and poisonous pollen spread by the wind. I don't have any heaven-defying skills. My way is the rotation of the four seasons, which are spring birth, summer glory, autumn death, and winter hiding. When they practice the ruthless way, I will use the bonds of thousands of living beings as a formation; when they practice the magic technique of reaching the sky, I will use the power of withered grass to erode their foundation. From the embers of the abyss, I walked step by step. Under my feet, a boundless sea of flowers will grow again. Behind me are the whispers of thousands of plant and tree spirits. This time, where the flowers bloomed, the gods and Buddhas retreated, and the immortals and demons were frightened. Don't ask, asking means building a large account from scratch. Demon Lord, are you asleep? My three-hundred-year-old poisonous powder is finally ready.
