I traveled through the chaos and turned into a grass. I carried the spiritual root of chaos and struggled to survive in the violent turbulence.
Chaos is dangerous, dragons covet it, and the foundation of the road is almost destroyed. I hold on with my will, absorb my vitality, and take root in the spiritual spring.
Pangu opened the sky and the prehistoric era was established. After all the disasters, I was finally reborn and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
The sermon in Zixiao Palace started, and heroes gathered together. I hid in it, realized the great truth, and formed opportunities.
The catastrophe is approaching, and the lich and the demons are competing. I want to use the body of grass and trees to reach the peak of Hunyuan and protect the common people.
