Descendants of Shennong

Jiang Chen traveled through the wilderness and became a tribal boy with low-grade wood spirit roots. The only support is a dilapidated small cauldron. There is an acre of spiritual land hidden in the cauldron, and anything can be grown. He thought this was a farming golden finger. Planting medicine, refining elixirs, building cities, and living a stable life is quite good. Until the sword bamboo he planted killed the golden elixir with one sword. Until he saw half a sentence in Shennong's ruins - "I will not die in the hands of my enemies, I will die in..." Until he discovered that there was an existence outside the chaos that harvested the heavens and worlds every infinite calamity. The last time was blocked by Shennong with his life, and the next time is coming soon. Chanjiao wants his tripod. Heaven wants his life. Buddhism says that he has a connection with the West. And the little monkey who had been squatting on his shoulder had eternal abyss hidden deep in his eyes. "It's not a big problem." Jiang Chen said. He buried a seed in the soil, and twelve spiritual plants and servants lined up behind him. Farming? Yes. But what he grows can kill saints. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.