Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

Anshan is working feverishly on a major project.

Many villagers work from sunrise to sunset.

For some reason, Li Yuan felt a little sleepy.

Perhaps he overused his immortal power while underground?

Li Yuan absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, transforming it into his own immortal power.

But the feeling of drowsiness still hadn't subsided.

He sensed it for a long time and felt it must be related to the changes in Anshan.

Anshan was like an old man who couldn't take any more nourishment. The villagers planted trees and created forests, which saved Anshan.

However, the trees, which absorb nutrients from the earth, also place a tremendous burden on Ansan.

Anshan was exhausted, and Li Yuan naturally began to feel unwell as well.

However, Li Yuan insisted on ensuring that the water supply was properly implemented.

The soil in the desolate desert was cracked and difficult to dig. More than 200 villagers worked day and night, but with little success.

Afforestation should not be neglected, which also diverted a portion of the labor force.

Digging canals to divert water is destined to be another goal that will take many years to complete.

The sun was particularly scorching in the remote area, and many villagers suffered sunburn and peeling skin, just like the people who first started planting trees.

However, Li Yuan is no longer the faint, palatable fairy he once was, invisible to the naked eye.

He summoned wispy clouds to block out the sunlight and provide some shade for the villagers.

Although Li Yuan didn't tell the villagers about it, as time went on, the villagers understood and became even more grateful.

They had heard that the mountain gods outside didn't really care about anything!

The Mountain God of Anshan is the best!

The continuous use of immortal power made Li Yuan feel even sleepier.

However, he remained clear-headed and worked together with the villagers to build a better future for Anshan.

Time passes.

In the long lives of immortals and gods, the life of a mortal is like a fleeting moment, gone in an instant.

The water diversion project in Anshan took forty years to complete.

The canal encircles half of Anshan, eventually diverting the water to a hilly basin.

That was a small basin-like terrain that was naturally formed in the wasteland.

Clear water gushed from underground, continuously flowing into ditches, passing through Anshan, and finally flowing into the basin.

Li Yuan believes that in a few decades, that basin will become a fertile lake.

That place will also become an important place for ordinary people in the wasteland to survive.

After forty years of water diversion, Li Yuan successfully returned 150000 tons of clean water to the mountain god, settling his debt.

This impressed the other party.

Anshan's transformation further solidified the mountain god's approval of Li Yuan.

Which of these orthodox gods would stoop down and associate with mortals?

Immortals live as long as the heavens, and in their eyes, the lives of mortals are as insignificant as ants.

Most deities are unwilling to get involved in the karma of the mortal world, and as for the difficulties and suffering of mortals, they simply turn a blind eye.

Even if you encounter difficulties that you cannot resolve, just report them to your superiors.

If the higher-ups don't care, they're too lazy to interfere.

Only Li Yuan is the only deity who would set aside his airs and work tirelessly with mortals to maintain the territory under his jurisdiction.

Over the past forty years, while digging canals, the villagers have persisted in planting trees and creating forests, making Anshan a verdant forest.

Today, Anshan is a beautiful and vibrant place with lush green mountains and clear waters.

However, the young people of yesteryear have now become elderly.

They were bent over by the years and their eyes were blurred by the wind and sand, but their hearts remained clear.

Zhang Xiaoniu had returned to visit her relatives and villagers, and also came to pay her respects to Li Yuan.

Everyone was very happy and wished their daughter a happy life.

When Zhang Xiaoniu was making offerings at the mountain god temple, she told Li Yuan that she had established a "Gewu Academy" in the outside world.

The core spirit of Gewu Academy consists of three aspects: daring to ask questions, being courageous in exploration, and being true to one's heart.

This is precisely the spirit that Li Yuan once taught Zhang Xiaoniu and the others.

Li Yuan was filled with emotion. The once innocent and adorable little girl had, in the blink of an eye, become a learned old woman with a face full of wrinkles.

Fate is wondrous, and time cannot be reversed.

It was Niu Mei's sudden inspiration that officially began the story of the mountain god and mortals in the shadow puppet shows at the foot of Anshan Mountain.

Zhang Xiaoniu was very grateful to him, feeling that it was Li Yuan's guidance that gave her the opportunity to see the outside world.

Upholding the spirit and knowledge taught by Li Yuan, they have also made a name for themselves in the outside world.

As Zhang Xiaoniu left the mountain god temple, tears streamed down her face.

Her health has deteriorated, and this visit may be her last.

Zhang Xiaohu struggled to fall asleep with the help of his juniors, but he would cough a few times during the night.

Years of hard work had caused him to accumulate many ailments, and now that he's reached a certain age, he's starting to feel unwell.

Those children, who have grown up but become increasingly silent, once worked hard and toiled. Now, all that remains are their aged bodies.

And that young man who stayed in Anshan Village to teach has already quietly passed away.

His students gradually left the desolate place, but some chose to stay and carry on the spirit of their predecessors.

The mortal body can never withstand the power of time.

They've all gotten old.

But Li Yuan still looked like a lazy, listless young man.

One day, Zhang Xiaohu also left.

Li Yuan hurriedly floated down the mountain, only to see Zhang Xiaohu's descendants weeping bitterly in front of the coffin.

And that boy who was once a leader among the children, a big brother among the youth, and the pillar of Anshan Village.

Now his eyes are closed, and he is in a coffin.

But Li Yuan knew that the grown-up Tiger Cub had a pure and curious heart.

"Is the sky truly the universe?"

"Besides fire, what else can emit light?"

"With the advancement of civilization, can ordinary people also fly into the sky?"

This is Zhang Xiaohu, a young and strong man who has dedicated himself to the earth with simple virtues, yet also possesses a spirit that yearns to explore the sky.

"Mountain God, I, Zhang Xiaohu, kowtow to you! I hope to bring this half bowl of water to my mother!"

This is the naive Tiger Cub, who doesn't believe in gods, yet he kneels before Li Yuan for half a bowl of water.

At a young age, he already understood filial piety.

Recalling events from several years ago, Li Yuan's eyes reddened slightly.

Li Yuan stood in the pitch-black night, gazing at the peaceful old man in the coffin, and reached out his hand.

He patted Zhang Xiaohu on the head: "Good boy, get some rest."

As daylight arrived, Li Yuan sighed and quietly left.

He didn't want to disturb too many people or disrupt Zhang Xiaohu's funeral.

But when the villagers saw a fresh green fruit in the coffin, they knew that the mountain god had come last night.

Tears welled up in the villagers' eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu's generation disliked eating sour, unripe fruit the most.

But if it's given by the mountain god, they'll take a big bite.

Even if it's so sour it makes your mouth taste bitter and your lips numb.

Zhang Xiaohu was buried in the yellow earth, and his grave was in a corner at the foot of Anshan Mountain.

This was his last wish: even in death, he wanted to guard the mountain gate for the mountain god and watch over the orchards for the villagers.

Zhang Xiaohu may be buried in the earth, but his heart and soul remain that of a knowledge-seeking youth, always gazing at the heavens.

The year after Zhang Xiaohu passed away, Zhang Xiaoniu also quietly passed away.

Upon receiving the news, Li Yuan felt a lump in his throat.

But by the time he found out, the girl who used to run all over the mountains with her brother, the girl whose eyes were full of curiosity, had already been sleeping in the yellow earth for months.

Li Yuan was sleepy, an irresistible kind of sleepiness.

He couldn't tell whether it was the grief in his heart that caused it, or whether Anshan was truly exhausted.

Gazing at the lights twinkling at the foot of the mountain, Li Yuan leaned against an old tree and slowly closed his eyes.

He was tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Li Yuan's figure transformed into golden light and slowly merged into Anshan.

His ethereal aura will nourish Anshan and soothe its burdens.

However, what Li Yuan didn't know was that his sleep would lead to a world undergoing profound changes.