Ten Thousand Years After Loading My Game Save

After a car accident, Qin Zhou unexpectedly transmigrates into a cultivation, farming, and village-building game he'd played as a teenager: Cultivation in a Little Mountain Village. He played the game for eight years, nearly destroying his liver from the grind, before finally raising all his villagers to the highest talent level. He never expected to transmigrate into the game, but something doesn't seem quite right. [Reading the only save file: “Heavens, Year 10001,” loading...] Qin Zhou: ? The Heavens... ten thousand years? Year 10001 of the Heavens. Countless sects flourish, and the cultivation world is full of talented people. But Qin Zhou, who has just arrived, has a talent score of only 0.1. No sect wants him, and he's a useless nobody. Qin Zhou isn't discouraged. He hefts a hoe and heads straight for the barren fields on the hillside behind the village. Back then, he raised his little brats to the highest talent level with nothing but this plot of spiritual farmland. How hard can it be to raise himself? Head bent down, sweat pouring off him. Wait, where are all those villagers with top-tier talent he spent years grinding for? Free labor. Might as well put them to work. [Would you like to teleport “Villager Lu Shisi” here to hoe the fields?] [Confirm] Not long afterward, a disciple of a sect in the Upper Heavens realizes their Grand Supreme Elder has vanished without leaving a word. Soon after, the great sects of the Upper Heavens are horrified to discover that their own founding ancestors have all “disappeared” without a trace. Meanwhile, in a deserted little village in the Lower Realm, someone swings a hoe to turn the earth, someone else channels water to irrigate the fields, and another covers his face and sobs: “Village Chief, I haven't made any progress in a thousand years. Please help me figure out what's gone wrong!” When Qin Zhou played the game, he raised at least eight hundred villagers, if not a thousand. He named and numbered the hundred with the best talent. The one he valued and liked most was called Lu Yi. Lu Yi was different from the other characters. Qin Zhou had given him more than half of all the top-grade items he'd painstakingly earned. He was the face of the little mountain village. But the save file was ten thousand years old, and Lu Yi had vanished without a trace. “Village Chief, Lu Yi is still around, actually. But he changed his name. He isn't called Lu Yi anymore.” The villager hesitated. “He's a great demon now, locked up in the Heavens' Immortal Prison.” Wen Jue, the great demon ranked first on the Heaven-Piercing List. No one throughout the Heavens could match him. When he was young, the village chief sent him to train at an immortal sect. But just two years later, when he returned home, the village chief had vanished. For the next ten thousand years, he searched every corner of the world, but could find no trace of that man. “So becoming a demon wasn't enough. Even getting locked in the Immortal Prison wasn't enough.” “Why won't you come back!!” Wen Jue yanked the white jade hairpin from his hair and flung it away, then used his magic to snatch it back before it hit the ground. Clutching the hairpin, he muttered, “You rotten old geezer.” Suddenly, he sensed that someone had disturbed the barrier he'd laid down. Wen Jue leapt to his feet. “Which useless fool went to my village again!!” Useless Qin Zhou: Achoo! [Please read this list of potential issues] [Emotionally steady, hardcore-grinding gong x strongest fighter shou] [Sweet and satisfying, gong POV, strong gong and strong shou] [The gong is everyone's first love (not a universally adored character), 190 cm tall] [Many secondary couples, with some ensemble-cast elements] [Simple writing, slice-of-life romance. Not suitable for readers with strong character preferences. The author is sensitive, so please be kind. You don't need to tell me if you drop the story. Thanks!] [Thank you for supporting the official version on Jinjiang!] Moral: Work hard and persevere; Heaven rewards diligence.