I Have a Green Valley

Three thousand years later, the Immortal Palace collapsed. Shen Qingci, the last Immortal Emperor, used the Imperial Dao realm to seal the "entropy" that destroyed the world. His Dao heart was broken and he exiled himself in Qingwu Valley. When he opened his eyes again, he was not an immortal emperor overlooking all living beings, but a farmer bending over to plant rice. The pale gold pattern on the palm of your hand is not a system or a technique - it is the "creative attribute" overflowing from the origin of the universe. The ordinary fields cultivate spiritual rice, the mysterious fields cultivate the laws, and the heavenly fields cultivate the origin of the world. Farming is creating the world. He just wants to guard three acres of wasteland, cook a pot of spiritual rice porridge with three layers of rice oil, and live a stable life. Until that day—— Lin Wanxing, an orphan girl whose family was wiped out, fell on the field ridge, three seedlings soaked in blood. The iron-clad searchers trampled the seedlings and stepped on his bottom line. Shen Qingci stood up with a hoe in hand and said in a very soft voice: "You stepped on my field." With a hoe, the golden elixir flies. Beiyu knew from now on that the farmer in Qingwu Valley could not be offended.