Working as the Cultivation World's Environmental Ambassador

Cultivators move mountains and seas, command fire and wind, make plants grow, level everything in their path, wield sweeping sword energy, and split mountains and chasms. These have become inseparable labels attached to them.

Someone once wondered, after a battle, how the forests that had been razed to the ground, the animals blocked by sword scars that appeared out of nowhere like mountain ravines, and the mountaintops blanketed by inextinguishable true fire ever recovered.

Could it be that the Heavenly Dao had shown its divine power?!

Wan Wu Sheng [furious]: “Heaven my ass! Divine power my ass! The only reason this world keeps running normally is that I'm back here patching it up!”

Who could understand him?

The Heavenly Dao had given him the world's one-of-a-kind talent, unprecedented cultivation techniques, and endless resources, raising him until he was invincible beneath the heavens.

But his duty was neither to repel invaders from beyond the realms nor to advance the cultivation world. It was to plant trees, protect animals, and manage the environment!!!

Did that make any sense?!

Heavenly Dao: “My boy, I've spent all these years patching up the cultivation world, and haven't had the energy to help it advance. It's a good thing you can take on this important responsibility!”

Wan Wu Sheng: “???”

So was that why he had to personally sow seeds and plant trees, divert rivers for irrigation, catch beasts and pair them up, and hatch eggs and feed the babies???

The Heavenly Dao, done with its drudge work, shed its responsibilities, became a carefree Heavenly Dao Lord, and left. Its successor, Wan Wu Sheng, was left behind, falling apart as he went everywhere cleaning up the battlefields left by cultivators who fought over everything.

After countless times putting out true fires with his own hands and helping plants grow again, countless times filling in ravines to encourage spirit beasts to breed, and countless times returning mountains that had been moved around to their proper places, with no end to the work in sight, Wan Wu Sheng finally understood.

What the hell was the point of planting trees?!

The root of the problem wasn't the harsh environment. It was those cultivators!

Amitabha, may you live a long life, blessed be.

Cultivators don't target the old, weak, sick, or disabled. But old people aren't weak, sick, or disabled, and sick people aren't old, weak, or disabled!

Physical salvation! Hi-yah!

It was time to solve the problem at its source!

Premise: Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility