There Is a World of Cultivators in My Backyard, but the Style Is Wrong

After I lost my job, I rented an old shabby house with a backyard and prepared to lie down. But I gradually realized that something was not right about this backyard. I watered the flowers, and three hundred years of spiritual rain fell in the fairy world; I repaired Wi-Fi, and the Heavenly Dao network was fully upgraded; I sprayed pesticides on the weeds, and the Gu Dao ancestors in the fairy world next door collectively vomited blood... Until that day, I heard the sound of kowtows coming from the backyard, and a cry of prayer: "Please ask the Immortal to take away your magical power! Thirty thousand miles of the ancient northern region have been flooded!" I was holding the water gun and looking at the washed car, I fell into deep thought. Will it trigger the next Ice Age in the fairy world if I just hang out in the sun?