Honghuang: The Outside World Is Too Dangerous, So I Keep My Head Down and Farm

After transmigrating to the Hongmeng Era, I have only one creed: the outside world is too dangerous. Farming in peace is the way to go.

One day, with nothing better to do, I grumbled at the heavens. One casual line, “Are nobles and generals born to their stations?” sent the Hongmeng Laws into a rampage, slaughtering the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Before Pangu split heaven and earth, I casually tossed him a spirit fruit. From then on, the Demon Gods were all defeated, and the Primordial World came into being.

Ferocious beasts ravaged the land, and the hundred races dwindled. The dragons and phoenixes fought to the death, bringing all races to the brink of extinction.

I watched every world-shaking battle with cold indifference.

Plow and water the fields, and you’ll reap Hongmeng treasures. Sow seeds and pull weeds, and you’ll refine the origins of the Great Dao. No fighting, no competing for the Dao: my cultivation rose naturally, step by step, all the way to the heavens.

Later, Hongjun crossed the sea of clouds and repeatedly begged me to come out and stabilize the Three Realms.

I shut the gate to my cottage and went back to tending my vegetable garden. Whoever wants to get involved in the Primordial World’s conflicts can go ahead. All I want is to lie low in peace until the end of time.