Interviewer: “Immortal Zhou Li, why did you master the righteous arts, establish the Twelve Righteous Paths, gather the Twelve Talismans, and settle disputes throughout history?”
“To put on a show.”
Interviewer: “Um, I mean, you restored order to the Ming court, used the Way of All Spirits as your foundation to plant seven immortal gourds, and cultivated a spring of spiritual energy. Was it for the glory of humanity, or...?”
“To put on a really big show.”
Interviewer: “No, Immortal Zhou Li. You’ve done so much for humanity, the immortal realm, and the Ming Dynasty. Surely your goal and motivation were more noble, such as...?”
“Are you going to keep this up forever? I told you, I just wanted to liven things up for everyone in the Ming Dynasty and the cultivation world. They’re starved for entertainment. Come on, Xiao Ke, put on a show for everyone.”
The white-robed immortal pointed, and the ancient deity beside him, a chaotic and ferocious being, waved its indescribably bizarre tentacles. It charged forward, did a backflip, and landed gracefully, all while murmuring in the tongue of the ancient gods.
[Damn, go, ignore it!]
“No show, no cultivation!”
