Night fell.
Farmer went to bed early as usual. He still had a heap of work to deal with tomorrow.
His parents had given him his name, and he could not change it. His name was simply Farmer.
This world did not have only cultivators. It also had vast numbers of mortals.
Mortals were those unable to break through to the Qi Refining Realm. They lived at the very bottom of Blue Star's society.
Operating combat mechs also required the strength of the Qi Refining Realm.
Civilian mechs cost money too, and not everyone could afford them.
No matter how advanced technology became, there were still gaps between rich and poor, a need for education, and social hierarchies.
Looking at the silent house, he felt a pang of sorrow. He turned things over in his mind again and again, until it all dissolved into a mournful sigh.
"Ah..."
Exhausted from a full day's work, he soon drifted into a heavy sleep.
Farmer was sleeping soundly when Zhou Fude cast his magic: "Dream-Incarnation!"
Leaning on the Immortal Staff, Zhou Fude appeared in Farmer's dream with a kindly face. "Awaken!"
Farmer suddenly found himself in the dream. Shocked by the old man before him, he hurriedly fell to his knees and kowtowed.
Was this not the immortal he worshiped at home-the old man Zhou Fude, who had passed away a year ago?
Seeing Farmer kowtow incessantly, Zhou Fude stepped forward and helped him up, speaking warmly. "Rise. I am the Land God, charged with overseeing this place. I have always seen the incense offerings you make throughout the seasons. Tomorrow, go to..."
Once Zhou Fude finished speaking, the dream dissolved. Farmer startled awake and hastily sat up.
He murmured to himself, "The Land God... was I dreaming?"
But that dream had felt