A new man sat on a chair plus looked out at the ocean. Along with one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this huge and expansive world, pointing from anywhere that didn’t look right. Somebody once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate large dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved dealing with others to chicken soup, therefore he kept nine phoenixes in the backyard. Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as their words flooded river banks, great qi could hold a million troops back. Someone once moved hills and shifted hills with only one brush, his paintings so fascinating it could enchant immortals and deities. That year, the warmth of springtime made the flowers bloom. These were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a bad artist. This is the story of how the lowest Level Martial World Continent has been transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe.