I transmigrated through chaos and became a blade of grass, bearing a Chaos Spirit Root as I struggled to survive amid violent currents.
Chaos was perilous. A flood dragon coveted me, and my Dao foundation nearly crumbled. I held on through sheer will, drawing in vital energy and taking root by a spiritual spring.
When Pangu split the heavens and the primordial world first took shape, I endured countless tribulations and finally gained a new life, embarking on the path of cultivation.
The sermons at Zixiao Palace began, drawing heroes from all corners. I hid among them, comprehending the Great Dao and forging bonds of destiny.
The great calamity was approaching, and the Wu and Yao were locked in conflict. As a mere plant, I sought to attain the pinnacle of the Primordial Unity and protect the people of one corner of the world.
