Farming in the Primordial World: The First Light After Creation

I hate the moon hanging high above. Why does it shine on everyone but me? Wangshu: (⊙o⊙)… Then I’ll go. Hey, hey, hey! Big sister Wangshu, don’t leave! How am I supposed to live without your light? Xiang Dong reached out with an Erkang hand. Wangshu ran even faster, taking the Lunar Star with her, leaving Xiang Dong alone in the pitch-black darkness, unable to see his own hand and sinking into a full-on emo spiral. Only when the Solar Star appeared did Xiang Dong come back to life. He threw his head back and cried, “Praise the sun!!!” Xiang Dong was the first ray of light after the creation of the world, as well as the innate spiritual root, the sunflower. A divine being born with a golden pedigree, he was nevertheless unlucky enough to have none of the standard transmigrator perks: no System, diary, old master, or other golden fingers. He was a transmigrator with none of the usual advantages. He had spent countless years scraping by during the Ferocious Beast Calamity, with no one to talk to and no way to move. All he could do to pass the time was sing, until his mind finally broke. He had thought about ending it all, but as a divine being formed from the first ray of light, even death was a luxury he couldn’t afford. If he couldn’t die, then he might as well boldly try to get himself killed. He could go to Mount Buzhou and cleanse the baleful energy from the Twelve Ancestral Witches while they were still developing, giving them a whole new look. That would surely cause a stir. Hongjun would probably chase him across the world. Just thinking about it got him excited. He, Xiang Dong, would bring light and happiness to the prehistoric world. … Later, he wondered: What do you mean there are thirteen Twelve Ancestral Witches? By seniority, I should be the eldest. How could I possibly be the little brother? Dijiang: We Ancestral Witches rank ourselves by strength, little brother. Xiang Dong looked at his own Ancestral Witch true form, a mere fifty meters tall, while all around him stood Ancestral Witch true forms towering a hundred zhang. Heh… Big brothers and sisters, how about I take you all farming? There’s a bright future in agriculture.