I Became an Immortal by Planting Grass

In a time of great strife, geniuses rise together. The sword caused the sound of swords in the sky, and the red clouds reflected half of the sky. Under the chanting of the Holy Son of the West, the holy light was like a sea. In this general situation, I, Xiao Ming, have five elements of pseudo-spiritual roots, my parents are dead, and my life is like a piece of grass. The Eastern Immortal Sect regards me as an ant, and the Western Temple regards me as a heretic. They ridiculed me for cutting off my arm, and laughed at me for living with a grass, and for being a nondescript piece of trash. Little did they know, I had a glimpse of the origin of the universe—the source of chaos! The spiritual energy and holy light that you are fighting for have the same essence, and they are both the material of our Dao! While the geniuses in the world are still fighting over the path of their predecessors, I have already used my body as a field to plant the sacred tree of Moon Flower to open up an unprecedented avenue of [planting and cultivation]! I have mastered Eastern Taoism; I have analyzed and devoured Western magic!