I Was Engaged in Farming in Ancient Times, and Along the Way I Became an Immortal

I thought what I picked up was just an ordinary space, filled with all kinds of spiritual grass and spiritual flowers. Until one day I discovered that there was actually a primitive tribe living inside, and they worshiped me as the God of Creation. Since he is regarded as a god, he should be a dutiful god. I taught them writing and medical skills, and they helped me search for geniuses and treasures. Small spells show miracles, and big realms rise step by step. I thought it was just a mutually beneficial transaction, until those primitive people used their flesh and blood to fight against the thunder in order to protect me from the disaster. That day, I burst into tears from the Void Realm to the True God. It turns out that the road to becoming a god begins with being truly loved by a mortal.