My cultivation is too warm

Chapter 325 What the Worry-Free Spirit Farmer Should Do

The last thing Fairy Xuanli left for Xu Mo was a mischievous smile tinged with a hint of wickedness.

Then, with a blinding white light flashing by, everything in front of me changed from blinding white to absolute black.

When Xu Mo opened his eyes again, they had returned to Lingmiao Peak, to the wedding of the Nine Wonders Peak Master.

The place was packed with people, the same group I'd mentioned before, but the joy on their faces had turned into endless silence.

Many people stared blankly at the blue sky with vacant eyes.

The once prosperous scene seemed to have never disappeared; no one felt it was real, and everything vanished too suddenly.

All laws, all spiritual energy, and all existence related to the Dao have vanished.

Only they remain.

However, they had also lost all the Tao and become empty mortals.

It happened in just a moment.

There was no time for anyone to react; a flash of white light, and it turned into this.

Many people's minds are still stuck in what they were just thinking.

It wasn't until their bodies suddenly felt heavy and even jumping became difficult that they realized it was all real.

People who come here seem to have been trained beforehand, or rather, they have been told the truth in advance and are mentally prepared.

In the endless space and time of the myriad worlds, the number of living beings in each great world is at least tens of billions, and sometimes as many as trillions.

Then, from hundreds of billions or trillions of individuals in each world, the hundred or thousand people carefully selected are, as one can imagine, the most outstanding.

Therefore, after a brief commotion, the scene remained orderly.

Having accepted the truth, they saw Xu Mo's figure.

One person took the lead, and then everyone knelt down and shouted to Xu Mo, "We pay homage to the Ancestor of All Spirits."

Hearing the call, Xu Mo snapped out of his daze.

He didn't know how to react.

He still can't understand why it was him.

He was clearly just an ordinary person.

After everything disappeared, the memories that Xianqing had sealed in his mind also returned.

The time spent with Xianqing, their promises to each other, and Xianru's memories of her past with Ancestor Tianxuan—everything was so clear.

However, this also made him even more certain that he was nothing special and was just an ordinary person.

Even if he was a time traveler, Xian Qing, who had seen some of his memories, should know that he was just an ordinary office worker in his previous life.

Knowing all this, why does she still place all her hopes on herself?
All paths have vanished, so let him lead the last of humanity to rebuild their home.

Isn't this giving him way too much credit?

How could he bear such weight?
Just as Xu Mo was still in a daze, a sound of footsteps suddenly came, followed by a cold snort, "Are you just going to let everyone kneel down like this?"

Upon hearing the sound, Xu Mo blankly raised his head and saw Elder Ouyang's rigid, stubborn face that didn't look like that of a good person.

Perhaps because Xu Mo had reverted to his previous identity as the Worry-Free Spirit Farmer, Elder Ouyang's expression changed back when he faced him.

The kindness and gentleness that the other party had shown when facing him under the alias Xu Feng was gone.

However, precisely because of this, Xu Mo felt a sense of familiarity.

This has always been how he and Elder Ouyang have interacted. Xu Mo understands why Elder Ouyang has shown such unprecedented kindness and gentleness when facing Xu Feng in his disguise.

Besides his own identity as Xu Feng, who is the child of Wuyou Lingnong, it is also because of the guilt he feels towards Elder Ouyang.

Perhaps in Elder Ouyang's mind, the reason why his identity as Wuyou Lingnong could not break through from the first realm to the second realm after three thousand years of cultivation was precisely because he had entrusted his dream to him.

Because of his entrustment, Wuyou Lingnong (a pseudonym for a farmer) devoted all his energy to increasing the production of Lingmi (spirit rice).

However, as family members, Xu Mo knew his own situation best. He never felt that Elder Ouyang owed him anything; on the contrary, he should be grateful to him.

After all, I grew up under his protection and guidance.

Therefore, upon seeing Elder Ouyang's familiar expression, Xu Mo suddenly felt as if he had found his pillar of support, and asked with red eyes, "Teacher, what... should I do?"

Elder Ouyang glared at him upon hearing this and said in a very impolite tone, "You can decide for yourself what to do; you don't need to ask me."

"I remember telling you before that for us cultivators, simply liking everything is enough."

"Although everyone regards you as the ancestor of all spirits in the new era, no one has forced you to do anything, nor has anyone asked you to lead everyone to rebuild a new world."

“We have trillions of people here, each one of whom is a highly qualified individual carefully selected from the world’s best. We can rebuild the new world on our own.”

"You don't need to do anything special. Just act according to your own feelings. If you feel stressed and can't handle it, then just lie down. No one will blame you."

"You can do whatever you want, it's all up to you."

"In short, what I need to tell you is not to take yourself too seriously. The world will continue to move forward on its predetermined path even without you."

"Aren't all of us here more capable than you alone?"

"This..." Elder Ouyang's words were still as harsh as ever, but after hearing them, Xu Mo immediately felt much more relaxed.

Yes, although he is revered as the ancestor of humanity in the new era, that is, after all, a title entrusted to him by people of the previous era.

For the surviving humans, the only thing they can rely on is themselves.

People may have expectations for him, but they won't place all their hopes on him. Instead, they are more willing to rebuild their homes with their own efforts.

I really shouldn't take myself too seriously.

Just then, Elder Ouyang in front of him suddenly coughed violently, his body slightly bent over, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Xu Ran suddenly realized that everyone had lost their cultivation and become mortals.

Then naturally, one will grow old.

Especially for someone like Elder Ouyang, who was already quite old, although he still looked the same as before, he was different from before. He could clearly feel that Elder Ouyang was old and weak.

Like a candle flame in a gentle breeze, it could be extinguished at any moment.

Elder Ouyang... he might grow old...

Xu Mo was startled. At this moment, he finally knew what he should do.

Rebuilding a new world home is something that the surviving humans can do with their own strength; they don't need me at all, and I can't help with anything anyway.

What I need to do is to reconnect the Dao and the path of cultivation that have been erased, just as the carefree Lingnong of the past reconnected the destroyed spiritual rice foundation.

This is what Worry-Free Spirit Farm should be doing.

Perhaps this is why Xianqing and everyone else placed their hopes on themselves.

Because the carefree Lingnong once did something like that.

I should do the same thing now.

(End of this chapter)