A Spirit-Farming Laborer? I’m the Father of 1.4 Billion Chinese People

【Urban Imagination】+【High Martial】+【Urban】+【System】+【Soul Transmigration】+【Farming】+【Leveling】+【Apocalypse】+【Cultivation】 The apocalypse arrives. Blue Star freezes over and collapses as extreme cold and radiation run rampant. Ten billion people huddle underground, struggling to survive. A single moldy biscuit can spark a thousand-person bloodbath. The world has become a living hell. Just as all hope seems lost, a habitable new planet appears. Every nation turns in its modern weapons, wagering its national destiny! Players from around the world descend into restricted zones to clear land. Farming earns spots to descend, and growing crops saves citizens! Lin Fan, a menial spiritual farmer from the cultivation world, is reborn on Blue Star with the Treasure-Earth System. Representing Huaxia, he is thrown into a deadly desert. The West mocks him relentlessly, while the entire nation of Huaxia falls into despair. Lin Fan smiles. “You think you can’t farm in a desert? You just haven’t met me.” While players from other countries dig the earth with their bare hands and struggle to survive, he forms hand seals and casts spells: 【Cultivate ten thousand acres of spiritual fields, skyrocket in cultivation, and secure one hundred thousand spots!】 While players from other countries are chased down and killed by ferocious beasts, he smashes the Beast King with one slap. “Perfect, my spiritual fields need fertilizer.” 【Ten million tons of spiritual rice have ripened. Break through to the Deity Transformation Realm and secure one billion spots!】 An alien race attacks? One sword sweeps across the sky, wiping out a million-strong army! The West covets his land? He crushes them outright, without yielding an inch! By himself, he turns an alien planet into an immortal realm belonging exclusively to Huaxia. While the people of other countries are still underground, eating dirt and wailing, all 1.4 billion people of Huaxia have descended. They eat spiritual rice, live in immortal palaces, and fly through the sky on swords! In the cultivation world, you called me a menial spiritual farmer. I didn’t take offense! But here, when you sit down to eat, you’d better call me Father of 1.4 billion Huaxia people!