A single, unexpected act of kindness leaves Liang Xi holding ten thousand years of true power. With that strength, Liang Xi joins Tianlingmen and formally begins walking the path of self-cultivation. Formidable enemies fall with barely any effort, swept aside almost casually amid talk and laughter. Yet the ambitions stay small and personal: growing flowers and grass and refining treasures. Before long, the living beings of the seven realms lie prostrate beneath Liang Xi, who still insists on being a man with a firm sense of chastity. The result is a breezy fantasy about effortless, overwhelming power.