Honghuang: I Attain the Dao Through Hybrid Rice

The good news: I transmigrated, and I brought a game farm with me.

The bad news: This is the Primordial World. The Journey to the West hasn’t even begun, and I can’t even take human form.

While other transmigrators compete for karmic merit, I’m... clearing land.

While the Three Pure Ones are still listening to the Dao in the Zixiao Palace, I’m... farming.

Later, I noticed something wasn’t quite right.

Do the Peaches of Immortality I grow in nine thousand years look even better than the Queen Mother of the West’s?

Was there no such thing as “super hybrid spirit rice” before I got here?!

Then one day, an old man named Hongjun showed up at my door, clutching the “potato” I’d casually given him, his eyes blazing with excitement and his voice trembling:

“Daoist friend, would you sell the method you use to mass-produce innate spiritual roots...?”