As the Deep Blue Sky-Devouring Beast roamed and devoured in the void, the Five Continents World continued to expand. New lands, oceans, and skies were being created almost every moment, bringing all sorts of strange animals and plants, as well as the natives of various worlds.
In the beginning, the God of the World, Li Qingshan, had to make a simple division for them. The animals were placed in the Demonic Beast Continent, the humans were placed in the Central Continent, and the humanoid races with special bloodlines were placed in the Mutant Continent (they insisted on calling themselves the "God Continent").
Later on, his will gradually became a part of the World Will, and the laws of the world would automatically divide all living beings, just like the operation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The aborigines suddenly lost their homes, but their feelings were very different.
The cultivators from various worlds simply regarded the Five Continents World as a paradise. Not only was the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth denser, but it could also accommodate higher-level cultivators, so they did not have to take the risk to transcend the Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension.
Most importantly, the Myriad Manifestations Sect of the Human Realm had accumulated over a million years in the sky, and Li Qingshan had copied it all, including the core Myriad Heavenly Book. This was not something any sect or cultivation method in any world could compare to.
Moreover, all of this was completely open to everyone, and even mortals could go in and take a look. This caused the cultivators who had just arrived to be wild with joy, and they completely forgot the anger of the destruction of their world. For cultivators, nothing was more important than their own cultivation. The world was a place that they wanted to leave, and now, it was equivalent to ascension.
The mortals' mood was much worse. After all, they had lost all of their property in an instant. Although they were given new land under the arrangement of the World Society, which was often more fertile and vast than their original land, they could not help but feel sad about being forced to leave their homes.
However, there was no resentment, because all the land was distributed according to the number of people. It was almost a social movement of "beating the local tyrants and dividing the land" without any bloodshed.
And no matter which world it was, it was always the case that "the rich are few, and the poor are numerous", and "the rich have fields everywhere, and the poor have no place to stand". After this "Equal Wealth Card" was used, most people expressed that their mood was stable, and they were overjoyed. The World Society was their great savior.
As a result, most of the mortals were happy, the cultivators of the upper echelons were happy, and the small group of people in the middle were happy.
However, regardless of whether it was sadness or resentment, it soon disappeared. Compared to cultivators who lived for a long time, the lives of mortals were far too short. In the short span of one generation, a foreign land would become their home.
Between the fields, smoke curled up from kitchen chimneys, wheat fields were golden, and barefooted children ran and played. They didn't understand the joys and sorrows, but they all wanted to become cultivators from the bottom of their hearts.
Traveling through the countryside, the storytellers from the Cloudwisp Club described a magnificent dream to them. He told them that as long as they worked hard, they could all become cultivators when they grew up. This was the promise of the great Chivalrous King Li Qingshan.
A farmer looked at this scene from afar and revealed a gratified smile. Then, a strange expression flashed across his face as he thought to himself, Could it be that he was oppressed too deeply when he was young, and that's why he decided to do this?
This thought flashed through his mind, and he dared not think too much about it. There was no benefit in slandering the god of the world. Even if they were from the same hometown in the past, they were not particularly close, and that person clearly did not cherish old friendships.
He walked through the golden wheat leisurely. His large, rough hand brushed past the wheat, as if he was caressing his own child.
"Yep, it's another great harvest this year!"
He was not a regular farmer, but a cultivator from the school of Agriculture. He had already undergone the third heavenly tribulation now, so he could be referred to as a "great grandmaster". There were only a handful of them across the entire five continents.
Among the academy, the path of cultivation of the school of Agriculture had always been the slowest, and often, only people without any talent would choose the school of Agriculture, so he could truly be referred to as a "genius".
The first time he was referred to like that, he was surprised and laughed for a very long time.
The last time he had been referred to as a genius was when he was still a teenager in Crouching Ox village. Back then, he was one of the greatest geniuses in the village. Not only was he the eldest son of the village head, but he had even caught the eye of the master of the Iron Fist and been accepted as his final disciple. How awe-inspiring was that?
Heh, back then, he was still a cowherd boy!
Moreover, he was known for his eccentric personality and strange words and actions. He had even been unlucky enough to be possessed by a ghost in the past, only recovering after being punished by the witch. However, he continued to be a loner, and he even became fond of talking to himself and cows. Everyone believed it would probably be difficult for him to find a wife in this lifetime. Perhaps, he would be single for the rest of his life.
Now that he thought about it, there really was a reason why he had been bullied by his elder brother and sister-in-law.
"Sigh, why am I thinking about random things again?"
He had already made up his mind to bury these memories in the deepest part of his heart. He would not say a single word to anyone, just in case he angered that person.
Of course, even if he said it out loud, probably not a lot of people would believe it. The "Heroic King" actually had a time when he was in such a horrible shape. Apart from a few old friends in the nine provinces, most people believed that he was born to battle the world, that he was omnipotent!
However, things like "secrets" were things that the deeper they were hidden, the more they could not help but think about them, and the more they thought about them, the more they found them to be. They had even fought for the title of the greatest hero of Crouching Ox village, and they had even engaged in a "battle of the peak"!
"Forget it. It doesn't matter if I think about it. It's not like he can always pay attention to this world. Sigh, I refuse to believe that Li Qingshan will be able to kill me with a bolt of lightning! "
A mysterious smile appeared on his simple, dark face. He possessed the slyness of a peasant.
Boom! A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, landing on his face. His dark face darkened even further, and his smile immediately stiffened.
A voice suddenly rang out from behind him, "Oh? Li Long, does that mean I deserve to be bullied? "
Li Long slowly turned around, only to see Li Qingshan standing on the undulating waves of wheat with his hands on his hips. His fingertips produced sparks as he looked at him in amusement.
Li Long said sternly, "You can't say that! It's the unfortunate encounter when you were young that made you recognize the unfairness of the world. You've made up your mind to lend a helping hand whenever you see injustice, to return justice to the world. "
"Well said!" Li Qingshan let out a long laugh. "There are no gods above me. Justice is only within the blade!" A sense of heroism rushed into the air, kicking up a storm and stirring up waves of wheat.
This was what he had comprehended when he was young. Now that he had traversed the six paths of reincarnation and seen deities, buddhas, and demons, no matter how he thought about it, it was still the same.
Li Long let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He had managed to bluff his way through in the end. As expected, he could not speak ill of the god of the world, even if it was just in his heart. He considered whether he should ask for a cup of Water of Oblivion from that fellow Ru Xin.
Li Qingshan suddenly lowered his head and asked with a smile, "My old friend, are you willing to lend me a hand?"
Li Long's liver trembled when he heard Meng Qi address him as a fellow villager. Without any hesitation, he patted his chest and said, "Of course. Whatever Master Chivalrous King commands, Li Long will obey." You're the god of the world. Nothing in the world is bigger than you. How can a farmer like me help you?
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