Shen Yan has been cultivating land for fifteen years. He can look at the sky, identify the soil, and calculate moisture, but he cannot cultivate immortality. Until one day, he took over a Green Snail Valley that had been deserted for countless years, and also took over an old account that had been recorded for more than 890 years. There are nine innate spiritual roots owed to the account. And these nine spiritual roots are related to the survival of the three realms.
More than 800 years have passed since the millennium period. If a spiritual root is delayed for one season, it will be delayed for hundreds of years. Others rely on spiritual stones, elixirs and exercises to cultivate immortality, but Shen Yan only has a hoe in his hand. So he plowed the ground, diverted water, raised seeds, and looked at the sky.
The monks come to rob? The forbidden laws in the valley can stop swords, but they cannot stop land deeds, debts, favors and official documents. Today someone wants to divide a part of the Spiritual Valley, and tomorrow the sect will "protect the way" for him. After that, even the heavens will come with the roster and ask: Who should be in charge of Qingluo Valley? Shen Yan didn't understand those big principles. He only knew that whoever planted the land should divide the food. Someone has to settle the accounts of this thousand years one by one.
And when the nine spiritual roots truly matured, the sentient beings in the three realms discovered that what they were fighting for was never a valley. But his own life.
