I, Jianmu, the Only True God of the Tribe

The world is covered in ice and snow, wild beasts roam the wilderness, and tribes struggle to survive in the cold winter and hunger. Lin Mu traveled through time. No system, no body. He became a young sacred tree rooted in the frozen soil. He can deduce all things with annual rings, strengthen himself with faith, and breed life with earth veins. When the first dying primitives knelt before him—— A mythical civilization spanning the barbaric era began. From stone tool tribes to pilgrims from all nations. From fire in the wind and snow to building trees reaching the sky. Later, all living beings called him: The World Tree, the Ancestor of All Spirits, and the Terminator of the Age of Old Gods. Lin Mu just looked down at his tree roots and sighed: "At first... I really just wanted to live."