The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

"What is it?"

Chen Geng's eyes lit up, thinking it was some kind of treasure. He knew that it was impossible for someone to ask him to do work and then not give him any benefits.

"Here you are."

The old farmer pulled out a palm-sized toy bow covered in red rust from his person and handed it to Chen Geng.

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in Chen Geng's heart instantly plummeted. He couldn't believe it, staring intently at the small bow.

"Senior, the white arrows on this are covered in rust. Are you going to use this to shoot birds?"

He slammed the small bow to the ground: "That's not how you play with birds!"

That's too stingy. In his eyes, this little bow has no special properties, and even its Daoist charm is very shallow. It's no different from a tree branch that you just break off by the roadside.

He was a primordial being, a three-legged golden crow, whose eyes could see through the vastness of the primordial world.

Whether something is good or bad, one naturally knows.

  

But as soon as Chen Geng threw the bow to the ground, he regretted it.

Oh no, what's wrong with me? This old farmer is no ordinary person; possessing so many innate spiritual roots, he must be an important figure.

He even guessed that this person, even if not a Great Immortal, was close to it, and that his appearance showed no respect whatsoever.

He couldn't let his guard down just because the man seemed easy to talk to. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to be deceived by the old farmer's appearance and his inexplicable goodwill.

People shouldn't take it too easy to criticize their current selves.

The old farmer was indeed angry. His face showed anger, and he was about to scold him when he saw Chen Geng immediately squat down and pick up the small bow.

"Senior, did you believe me when I said it was a slip of the hand?"

He seemed to have forgotten what he had just said: "I'll go chase these birds away right now. You lie down, lie down."

Chen Geng moved swiftly and decisively, drawing his bow and shooting at the small birds.

So Chen Geng stood on one leg, holding the bow with one foot and drawing the string with the other to shoot the arrow.

Unfortunately, the bow was too small, only the size of a palm, making the entire Golden Crow appear to be curled up.

The old farmer chuckled at the sight.

Chen Geng's face flushed, but he forced a blank expression and remained serious, aiming intently at the arrow.

This little bow probably can't even shoot two meters.

But in the next instant, the white arrow pierced through the void and shot through the flying pheasant he had aimed at, and the arrow returned to the bow.

It can also pick up items automatically?

"cracking!"

The flying pheasant let out a scream that seemed out of place for its size, plummeting from the sky. It first crashed into the treetops beneath its feet, then into the ridge of the field, before disappearing into the wheat field.

Upon seeing this, the birds within a three-foot radius scattered in panic and fled in a frenzy.

Where are the pheasants?

Chen Geng hurriedly flew over, intending to rummage through it; he still wanted to eat its meat.

These pheasants and birds steal the fruit spikes from the innate spiritual roots; their flesh and blood must be full of treasures. Chen Geng felt that if he couldn't eat the spiritual fruits, eating them would be good too.

But he discovered that the distance between the ridges had become infinitely far, so he turned around and glared at the old farmer.

Damn, that's really stingy.

"Stop looking, I said I'm going to make fertilizer."

The old farmer chuckled and said, "Go and build the warehouse quickly."

Chen Geng forcibly suppressed his displeasure and reluctantly nodded.

Well, this little bow, though rusty and looking like it could break at any moment, is still pretty good for shooting birds. At least I won't have to waste time picking up arrows.

After all, it's something from the primordial era. Even if it's weak, it's a peerless treasure as long as it's brought back to Earth.

The birds chirped and chattered, always stealing food, so Chen Geng had to be careful when he picked up a saw to cut wood.

Every now and then, I have to curl up into a ball and shoot down a bird in an ugly posture. Strangely enough, as soon as the bow is drawn, a bird will inevitably fall down.

This greatly slowed down his timber cutting speed; what used to be a day's work now takes two days.

The old farmer continued fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, observing Chen Geng silently gritting his teeth as he worked, occasionally sighing, "How come this kid is so patient this time? I thought he was just like that pushover Di Ji."

He clicked his tongue in amazement. If it were before, Di Geng would have already started fighting with him by now.

Hmm... I've died quite a few times, maybe I've learned my lesson.

"Alright, I'll reward you then."

The old farmer slowly got up from the rocking chair and swayed as he walked into the wheat field.

Just now, Chen Geng shot down a small black bird from the wheat field. The bird looked a lot like himself; it was also a crow.

But the other bird only has two legs; it's just an ordinary crow, not from the same species.

As the old farmer walked forward, the once golden wheat field began to appear incredibly distant; it wasn't Chen Geng's imagination.

Time is in disarray here; stalks of wheat sway in the wind, yet they connect the past, present, and future.

An old farmer, wearing straw sandals, took a step and stepped over a full ear of wheat.

"Not here."

He murmured and walked faster and faster, the countless golden ears of wheat becoming distant behind him, and the distance between the ears of wheat, which was only a centimeter or two visible to the naked eye, became a chaotic mess.

Ahead lies another chaotic expanse, a gray, turbulent current that annihilates everything; a single point of chaos represents infinite distance.

All who enter will vanish into nothingness.

But in this raging chaos, a golden ear of wheat stood tall and proud, using its inexhaustible innate spiritual energy to forcefully create a vast world.

The old farmer entered the world, and before he got close, he saw a black crow that had already died under the ears of wheat.

This crow was already a tenth the size of the world, and countless creatures around it stared in shock and fear.

"The Old Ancestor Wutian is actually dead!"

"An arrow from beyond the realm actually killed Ancestor Wutian. Just who is this person?"

"Incredible! Ancestor Wu Tian is now a Primordial Sovereign, capable of briefly traversing the Chaos. He has been here guarding this world's spiritual root since before the Ten Thousand Yuan Gathering. Why would he suddenly die such a violent death?"

"This is a very bad omen! This is extremely ominous!"

Suddenly, these cultivators all felt their souls tremble, as if a great terror was descending, and they couldn't help but look up at the sky.

From the chaos, a gigantic hand, blotting out the sky, reached out and grabbed the Old Ancestor Wutian as if he were a chick, before disappearing back into the chaos.

There was only one sarcastic remark: "Hun Yuan? Hah, a frog in a well."

The old farmer carried the two-legged crow back home, walking through the chaos, sighing to himself.

"A nobody from any minor world dares to call himself a Primordial Being; he'll only ever see his own little world. How pathetic."

He returned to his recliner, then skillfully plucked the feathers and skewered the meat, and began roasting the bird using the tree that Chen Geng had cut down.

When Chen Geng caught his breath and glanced back, he was so angry he wanted to bite his teeth.

This is outrageous! Didn't you say you wanted to make fertilizer?

He used the trees he cut down to roast the birds he shot down. If he was short a piece of wood, he would have to cut down another one, wasting another day!

"Oh, you have some free time?"

The old farmer, with his keen eye, quickly waved to him: "What a coincidence! Little bird, come and help me, I'm tired."

"You have no idea how much trouble it is to go down to the fields. Come and help me grill some meat."

You find it too much trouble to go to the fields? He only has time to catch his breath.

Chen Geng looked at the distance of less than 100 meters from here to the wheat field and swallowed his anger.

You are old, so I, as a younger person, must be patient.

As the two crows were being roasted, Chen Geng felt as if he himself was being roasted.