SYNOPSYS:

A car accident accidentally transported Qin Zhou into an immortal cultivation farming/management game he used to play in his youth—Cultivation Small Village.

Qin Zhou played this game for eight years, almost suffering from liver failure, before finally leveling all his village characters to top-tier talent.

He never expected to transmigrate into the game, but something seemed a little off.

【Reading unique archive, ‘Zhutian – Year 10001’, loading…】

Qin Zhou:?

The All Heavens Realm… Ten Thousand Years?

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The 10,001st year of the Zhutian Realm.

Ten thousand sects stand tall, and the cultivation world is rich with talent.

However, the newcomer Qin Zhou’s talent is only 0.1, making him a reject that no sect wants.

Qin Zhou wasn’t discouraged. He picked up his hoe and headed straight for the barren spiritual field on the back hillside. Back then, he relied on this acre of spiritual field to raise the “cubs” (his characters) to top-tier talent. Now, raising just himself is no challenge.

Back facing the sky, sweating profusely.

Wait, where are all those top-tier, talented villagers he “farmed” so hard for back then?

Free labor is free labor; might as well use it.

【Do you want ‘Villager – Lu Fourteen’ to teleport here to hoe the field?】

【Confirm】

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Before long, a disciple of a certain sect in the Upper Heaven Realm discovered that their Grand Elder had disappeared without leaving a word.

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A little later, the major sects across the Upper Zhutian Realm were terrified to find that their Old Ancestors had all silently “vanished.”

Meanwhile, in a desolate small village in the lower realm, some were wielding hoes to turn the soil, some were drawing water for irrigation, and some were covering their faces and weeping bitterly—

“Village Chief, I haven’t made any progress in a thousand years! Quick, take a look, where did I go wrong?!”

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When Qin Zhou played the game, he raised no less than eight hundred, maybe a thousand, villagers. He named and numbered the top hundred characters with the best talent.

The one he valued and liked the most was named Lu Yi.

Lu Yi was different from the other characters.

More than half of the finest resources Qin Zhou farmed were given to Lu Yi.

That was the face of the Small Village.

But ten thousand years after the save file, Lu Yi was nowhere to be found.

“Village Chief, Lu Yi is actually still around. But he changed his name and isn’t called Lu Yi anymore,” a villager stammered. “He’s the Great Demon Lord now, locked up in Zhutian’s Immortal Restraint Prison.”

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Wen Jue, the Great Demon Lord, ranked number one on the Heavenly Ranking. No one in Zhutian could defeat him.

In his youth, he was sent by the Village Chief to an immortal sect for training, but after just two years, when he returned home, the Village Chief had vanished.

For the ten thousand years that followed, he searched every corner of the world, but there were no traces of that person.

“Turns out becoming a demon didn’t work, and entering the Immortal Restraint Prison still didn’t work.”

“Why didn’t you come back!!” Wen Jue pulled out the jade-white hair ornament from his head, fiercely threw it out, and then used his magical power to retrieve it before it could hit the ground.

He gripped the hair ornament and muttered: “You dead, rotten old man.”

Suddenly, he sensed that the barrier he set up was disturbed.

Wen Jue immediately exploded with rage.

“Which trash went to my village again!!”

So-called trash Qin Zhou: “Achoo!”

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