I Took Up Farming in Ancient Times and Happened to Cultivate to Immortality

I thought the ordinary pocket dimension I’d found was only good for growing spirit herbs and flowers.

Then one day, I discovered that a primitive tribe lived inside it and worshipped me as their creator god.

Since they think I’m a god, I might as well be a conscientious one.

I teach them writing and medicine, and they search everywhere for rare treasures on my behalf.

I show off little spells to manifest miracles, and my cultivation rises by leaps and bounds.

I thought it was just a mutually beneficial arrangement, until those primitive people used their own flesh and blood to fight the heavenly lightning and protect me through my tribulation.

That day, tears streaming down my face, I broke through from the Void Refining Realm straight to True Godhood.

So the path to godhood begins with being sincerely loved by mortals.