Farming in All Realms: Starting from a Seed

The world of cultivating immortals talks about the talents of heaven. Talk about sect inheritance. For thousands of years, Taozu has fallen, and the name list is written on the clouds. Everyone who has a name stands in heaven. Shen Mu has no name. The grandson of a medicine farmer from Luoxia Town in the northern region of Cangqiong Continent. The wood spirit root is medium to low grade. When his grandfather died when he was sixteen, he took from his grandfather an old medicine basket, a handful of dried flowers that had been dried for forty years, and a black seed of unknown origin. The seeds are dead. Not even aura. It took root in his consciousness. The Dao Fruit fragments left behind when the Dao Ancestor died in the previous era contain the laws of the entire era. Starting from a handful of waste soil. A spiritual field, a spiritual valley, a blessed land, and a cave. Then there are the small world, the big world, the star field, and the small universe. All the way to grow into the entire universe. Don't let your fists do the talking. Rely on patience, rely on symbiosis, and rely on not pulling out the seedlings to encourage growth. Hoe after hoe. Thunder is about thunder. Seedlings are about seedlings. You are in your own ridge, doing your own work These were the last words his grandfather left for him. A seed. An acre of wasteland. A farmer. In the end that seed grew into the entire universe He was still bending over the hoe.