According to legend, Dongsheng Shenzhou has a proud country overseas, the country is close to the sea, and there is a mountain in the sea, named Huaguo Mountain.

This mountain has been established since the opening of the turbidity, and it has become after the judgment of Hongmeng, it is the ancestral vein of the ten continents, and the dragon of the three islands, so it has become an excellent place for practice.

There are not a few creatures who come to Huaguo Mountain to practice, but there are only a few who have really achieved positive results. Many beings think that they don't succeed just because they haven't practiced long enough, but in fact, whether or not they can become immortals doesn't have much to do with the amount of time they have been cultivating.

For example, I am an epiphany that lives alone at the highest point of Huaguo Mountain.

I have been cultivating here for more than 9,000 years, but I have not learned anything other than cultivating my divine sense, not even the simplest human form. Ordinary beings can obtain a human form after two or three hundred years of cultivation, but I can only maintain the form of a bud, and I have never even bloomed once.

I don't care if I can cultivate into an immortal, but as a flower, I can't bloom, which is really annoying. I have worked hard for thousands of years, but I am still a budding flower.

Later, I really had no choice but to give up the idea of wanting to blossom. Without this thought, my life went blank again, and I tried to turn my attention elsewhere, and then I found a tiny stone.

For thousands of years, in the highest place of Huaguo Mountain, within a radius of ten miles, except for me, not a single grass grows, but this stone has miraculously grown bigger and bigger around me, but in a hundred years, it has changed from the size of a grain of sand to an incomparably huge stone wall for me, just enough to help me resist the blazing afternoon sun that can almost melt me. Soon after, I welcomed my first friend in my life, the stone.

I was nine thousand five hundred and eighty years old when the stone first became conscious. It often makes fun of me for this fact, because I've lived so long, and yet it's always silent when it asks me questions, and it's completely incomprehensible to it.

I can't be blamed for this, for I had never spoken to any living beings before it could talk to me, and I had never seen everything except the sun, moon, stars, snow, rain, thunder, and lightning that I had seen with my own eyes. Isn't it normal that the questions it asks me are completely beyond my knowledge, so I can't answer them? And most importantly, silence is more real than lies, isn't it? If I fool it with nonsense, if one day it leaves here and finds that my answer is different from what it sees, then I will suffer a lot of complaints?

Later, when the stone's spiritual consciousness spread farther than mine, it began to communicate with the creatures below the mountain from time to time, and then told me the anecdotes it had heard. I wasn't really interested in what it said, but I didn't want to distract it, so I listened to it sporadically, and sometimes I felt that it was really boring, so I firmly told it that I needed to rest in exchange for a moment of peace.