This Is a Tractor

The Great Dao was without feeling, the Great Dao was without form; thus it gave birth to heaven and earth, set the sun and moon in motion, and nurtured all things.

The Dao was the Universe Origin, born before heaven, earth, and all things.

Of the Great Dao's fifty, heaven derived forty-nine, and one escaped. Immortal cultivators defied heaven, yet they also resonated with the Great Dao. They cultivated that single thread of life, the Dao of all things, the Dao of themselves. Longevity was but a milestone gained along the way.

Su Lin watched water and fire swirl around his fingertips. With his thoughts, he shaped them into different objects, and faint signs appeared that they might come alive as independent beings.

The secrets of creation, the laws governing the Heavenly Dao, the mysteries of the universe's earliest beginnings—all of it became what he knew best and could touch most easily.

The magic, Immortal Techniques, Supreme Techniques, Heavenly Dao, laws, and Root he had learned and mastered... All these things descended from their source and flowed into branches, giving rise to all things.

So he was not cultivating immortality. He was cultivating the Great Dao at its source.

But when had this started? Why did he have no memory of it?

No, there had been signs. When his Golden Core started singing hymns and his Nascent Soul started reciting prayers, and both enjoyed playing basketball in their spare time, he should have caught on...

By an ordinary immortal cultivator's standards, that had already been abnormal. But with Song Shuhang as a precedent, he had thought nothing of it.

"Cultivating the Dao?" Su Lin repeated the words.

He more or less understood what Meng Qi and Zhongli meant.

Cultivation realms had lost their meaning for him. For a long time