Lotus Falls Three Thousand

In Qingluo Village in the mortal world, Beiyan cavalry trampled through the autumn sun. Sixteen-year-old Yi Ping was kneeling in a pool of blood. He was the only one alive in the village of 300 people. He sat by the dead lotus pond and waited for the flowers to fall, but he waited for a fallen supreme being from the upper world - Lotus Lord. Qinglian enters the sea of ​​consciousness and inherits ten levels, one step at a time. He walked into the Xuanling Continent through the snowfield barrier, and went from being a handyman chopping firewood at the post to being the coldest sword in the outer sect of the Huayang Sect; from being a lone wolf who created his own "Lian Ruo Shadow Moves" to being the sharpest blade on the Billboard. The blood demon heart method whispers in the meridians, and deep in the sea of ​​​​consciousness sleeps the last evil cultivator three hundred years ago, and Lord Lotus's voice is like the spring breeze, teaching him how to take root in the mud. Xuanling Continent is huge. The Snowy Region of the North, the Demonic Abyss of Desolation, the First Mysterious Beast Forest, the Black Wind Area, the Holy Chi Imperial Capital... Wherever he walked, someone gave him maltose, someone handed him an osmanthus cake, and someone tightened the collar of his mysterious robe. There are also people offering a reward of 100,000 spirit yuan coins for the head of the "Black Lotus Ghost". From a boy to a young man, from a person who waits for flowers to fall, to a person who makes the city full of flowers fall. "The lotus falls are not withering," the old man said before disappearing, "it is sinking and then coming back to life." Yiping tightened his grip on the sword. In this life, he will let three thousand lotuses fall and bloom for him alone. --- Blood and fire arose in the mortal world, and mysterious green lotuses were born. Only when the ten levels of inheritance are exhausted can you see the true nature of the lotus heart.