It’s the same crossing, others add some points, I plant trees?

What’s the use of planting trees? I don’t want to be a gardener!

Wait, this world seems to have the enlightened Bodhi tree, the big locust tree that communicates with life and death, the mandala flower that induces death, the Nine Worlds tree that supports Norse mythology, and the Kabbalah from man to god. tree……

The tree is me, and I am the tree. Planting trees is not bad.

Time travels back to the 1970s, and eighteen-year-old Du Shaojie has become the breadwinner of his family.

He has a chronically ill mother and two young sisters to support, while he's merely an apprentice in the company cafeteria.

With a meager salary and constant harassment from his superiors, life is a struggle.

With just a kitchen knife and a wok, he resolves to carve out a peaceful and happy future for himself and his family.

Years later, his favorite saying becomes:

"I'm not a master chef, I'm just a food lover."

Transmigrating to a wasteland, Li Chen finds himself a survivor struggling to make ends meet. Here, acid rain rages, food is poisonous, infected roam freely, and even a sip of clean water is a luxury. Worse still, his soul and body are incompletely integrated, his senses are dulled, and even hunting is a struggle. Until a sudden, transformative change occurs—he awakens the power of "plant regrowth"! Withered trees come back to life, decay is transformed into wonder: absorbing acid rain toxins, he grows "bomb fruits," capable of obliterating infected with a single throw; extracting the essence of sewage, he cultivates "water-storing pears," a sweet treat to quench thirst; he even cultivates "blue-blooded pears" from the nutrients of corpses—a forbidden fruit with a one in ten thousand chance of awakening! But the wasteland offers no respite: the camp's inhabitants are high and mighty, viewing the survivors as mere ants; an infection wave brews in the shadows, death looms ever closer; and Li Chen's abilities attract countless greedy eyes… In this cannibalistic world, he must use his powers to cultivate a path to survival. Even if the ground beneath our feet is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, we must still let the seeds of hope sprout!

[Group portrait + game invasion + group crossover]

Yang Yixie has recently become obsessed with a pixel game called "Wasteland Era." As a mechanic, his motto is:

There's no problem that an RPG can't solve; if there is, just add another round of machine gun fire.

So he became obsessed with using explosion art to write his self-declaration on pixelated wasteland, living a carefree and happy life.

At the same time, news reports featured the tearful tales of other returning players, their blood and tears testifying to the reality and cruelty of that world.

Just after Yang Yixie finally ascended to the "crown" of the most wanted person in the entire server, the two worlds were merged.

The world roared and tore apart, the real smoke of battle filling his lungs.

Amidst the ruins, countless sorcerers and mercenaries fixed their murderous gazes on him.

Gazing at the real ruins before him and countless murderous gazes, Yang Yixie silently placed his fingers on the keyboard.

"It's not a big problem, I can still handle it."

(Female dominance and male decline + reverse reasoning + not a wish-fulfillment story + alternate universe + slow pace)

Reborn into this cultivation world where yin prevails over yang, An Sheng was cautious and timid from a young age, only seeking a peaceful cultivation path and to live a little longer.

Unfortunately, the kind older sister in the clan is a perverted person with a bone fetish, and she thinks all day long about turning him into a bone furnace.

In order to avoid being turned into a magical artifact for others to play with, the boy had no choice but to take the risk and cultivate the supernatural power [Myriad Transformations of Other Self and Past Lives].

From then on, the heavens and earth were vast and the universe boundless.

He was a young witch clan member living a precarious life, and also a fox spirit aiding and abetting evil; he was both a righteous hero who bravely faced death and a demonic leader who wreaked havoc on the world...

But the boy was unaware that every gift from fate comes at a price, and that an incredibly terrifying being was already secretly watching him...

The Twelve Ancestors of the Witch Gods, the Boundless Purgatory Path.

Cultivate the Soul-Devouring Body, chant the Curse of Resentment and Death, refine the Blood of Sorrow, bury the Bones of Life and Death, ignite the Heart Fire with the Seven Emotions, let the Moon Illuminate the Vast Expanse, Ask the Ancient Sect of Heaven, the Fiend of Another Realm, the Great Black Heaven, the Lotus Mother, the Hundred-Armed Demon...

"Well, let's be reasonable. It's impossible for me to be your furnace, your Daoist partner, your tool, your elder, your pet, your best friend, your worst enemy, and your life mentor all at the same time."

The boy fought and retreated, then requested a reconciliation.

"Why not?"

The fairies smiled radiantly and spoke in unison.

"You ask me what I need to bring when exploring a dungeon?" "An enchanted longsword, a mithril suit of armor, a shriveled loaf of bread..." "No, buddy, you don't need any of that." "The only thing you need is a pot." ...A wild slime appears! "Grab it, coat it evenly with salt, and dry it instantly—dried slime is ready, chewy and a must-have for satisfying cravings." A wild walking mushroom appears! "Cut off its legs, add it to cream and simmer—a savory, melt-in-your-mouth creamy mushroom soup that's unforgettable; thickly slice its body and fry it—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juice in every bite, leaving you wanting more." A wild goblin appears! "...Smells bad, tastes even worse. Take its roots for medicine, then make Dass!" [Also known as "I Eat Alone" and "The Old Foodie of the Underground Dungeon"] [Main character becomes...]

An ancestral Five Thunder Token allows one to travel to another world.

The Taoist techniques that cannot be cultivated or used in modern times can actually be used in another world!

Wouldn't that mean there's hope for immortality?

Gu Zhao discovered that although there are ghosts and demons in this world, there are also beautiful ghosts and alluring demons!

He remembered that the most famous Taoist magic spell was called...

(The rating just came out, it will rise later, so don't worry.)

[Classical fantasy + mortal travel + mundane daily life + no female lead + non-gangster cultivation]

A hermit practicing in Qingya Temple, one day descends the mountain and enters the mortal world.

Others seek immortality by severing all emotions and desires, but he seeks immortality while still maintaining a connection to the mundane aspects of human life.

Lu Qiyun buried his master and left the temple, traversing the misty landscapes of the nine provinces, witnessing all the joys and sorrows of humanity. The vast world was not a calamity, but rather a path to understanding the Dao of heaven and earth by observing all living beings.

Having witnessed the myriad aspects of human life, one gathers the three flowers atop one's head.

Having experienced the joys and sorrows of life, one cultivates the five vital energies within the body.

Watch as this mortal traveler gradually proves his Dao amidst the mundane world, ultimately breaking through the heavens and ascending to immortality.

"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."

“Mr. Huang Tian, ​​you are hallucinating.”

“I’m sure I heard it.”

"Then you have anxiety somatization."

"Anxiety somatization?"

"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."

"..."

On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness whatsoever, which put my mind at ease. However, that afternoon I was laid off from my job.

On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.

On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.

On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only turn off the voices calling my name, but also see the scene of the people talking about me—could I be a god?

September 9th…

Some time later, just when I thought my superpowers were over, I vaguely heard tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall rise."

I was stunned: Is this also the Yellow Heaven?

Moreover, heaven and earth are the furnace, and nature is the craftsman; yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper.

One day, I will let the furnace fire that refines the world be replaced by the flame that belongs to me