To Rebuild the Mountains and Rivers, I Farm in Faerun and Become a God

I heard the groan of the forest, the roar of the grassland, the whimper of the earth, and the lamentation of the water; It is the corrupted forest that is crying out for rebirth, that is the barren grassland that is longing for the rain, that is the collapsed earth that is praying for peace, that is the filthy water that is begging for purification. The world will not be destroyed in a day, but if we do not take action, the world will eventually collapse. Let us cut off the rotten foundations of the old world one by one, and drown each source of corruption in their own blood with our own hands. Let us use our courage to build the ladder to the sky, our anger into the sharp blade of judgment, our wisdom to weave the thread of truth, and our will to temper our will into a barrier to the sky. And hope will penetrate the everlasting fog on the river of time and lead us forward step by step. Until the end, we will tie up all the threads of destiny, break away from the so-called snare of fate, and reverse the tragic destiny of the world. I am Archdruid Brungar Forester Ulfendil, the Reshaper of the World, the Talker of Nature. I am both the storm and the rain, I am both the tsunami and the spring, I am the lightning that tears the sky apart, and I am the new sprout in the soil. I am the fire that starts the prairie in the wilderness, and I am the oasis of emergency in the desert. I can stir up waves strong enough to sway the city, and I can calm the turbulent waves. I can turn fertile fields into fertile fields to feed all sentient beings, and I can also command volcanoes to erupt and bring all arrogant matters to nothingness. What exactly is it, you ask? I am destiny. Farming articles, life articles, slow-burning articles, I hope all living beings can live in blue sky and clear water.