The path of cultivation is long and arduous. In the past, Yan Quan was a staunch believer in the supremacy of strength. His heart was solely devoted to cultivation, never wasting time on emotions.

He ruthlessly cast aside those fairies who foolishly fell for him, using every means to improve his power. All he wanted was to attain enlightenment and become the strongest under the heavens—so he’d never again suffer the kind of humiliation he experienced as a child.

But after he unexpectedly lost all his cultivation, things started going very wrong. The once-abandoned, stunningly beautiful fairies had now grown terrifyingly powerful.

When he ran into them again—or rather, when they caught him—he no longer had a choice but to talk feelings…

“I was wrong before. Now, I just want to live a peaceful life as a mortal!”

(Secretly trying to restore his cultivation…)

The fairies: “Hehehe… a mortal? Oh, we’ll let you experience it to the fullest!”

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.

In the twentieth year of Zhaoning, Pei Xiunian finally waited for the opportunity destined for a meteoric rise to power. That day, he killed the third prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty and took his place. ——"Tell me, who did you meet last night?" The Queen Mother sneered and threw out several portraits, depicting a Qingqiu fox demon, a white-robed swordsman, and a Taoist-robed imperial teacher. Pei Xiunian gritted his teeth and swore, "Heaven and earth can bear witness, I haven't been anywhere!" "You won't tell me? Someone, lock the door!"