Chapter 1681: Eternal Offering to the Dao Lord — Su Xiaoxiao's Little Scheme (3/5, please subscribe)

"The water is clear now!"

The crowd rushed to the brook and the riverbank, only to find the river had become incomparably clear, with fish even swimming about in it, carefree and untroubled.

"Plop!"

Someone leaped straight into the water and began drinking in great gulps.

It had been too long!

Far, far too long!

The water people drank was merely filtered water—clear water was something that only existed in films, television, and games.

"So sweet!"

"This water is sweet! So this is what natural water tastes like!"

The crowd could hardly believe it, tasting the flavor of water for the very first time.

"Gulp gulp gulp…"

Someone drank in great mouthfuls, as if they could never get enough.

In just a moment, someone had drunk until their belly bulged out.

"Roar!"

Upon the plains, beast-kind that should have been extinct revived, galloping, roaring…

At this moment, the Earth fully revived.

"How miraculous!"

Suzuki Satori stood high in the sky, seeing more, watching the world's changes, his heart shaken beyond all measure.

"Is this what they call divine power? Amazing!"

"I want to cultivate divine power too from now on!"

To wield true qi with brute force was already a god among men.

But such a god was only a god of destruction.

05　　What he wished to become was an omnipotent deity!

Thinking thus, he slowly descended.

"The god has returned?"

The joyful crowd, seeing Suzuki Satori, could not help but prostrate themselves of their own accord, expressing their gratitude.

"Thank the god for saving the world!"

Suzuki Satori's voice was even: "It was not I who saved the world, but the Dao Lord Taixuan. If you wish to give thanks, then thank Him. As for now—let's plant some grain first."

At a thought, he summoned some grain seeds from other worlds, letting them fall into the crowd's hands.

The crowd was overjoyed, yet also stunned to discover—they actually didn't know how to plant grain.

In this era, those who could plant grain were all direct descendants of the upper class, practicing soilless cultivation.

How to farm out in the open—they hadn't the faintest idea.

After all, it had already been several generations since the world's destruction, and the skills of farming had long fallen into disuse.

"No matter!"

Suzuki Satori had long anticipated this. With a casual wave, streaks of flowing light flew out and landed upon the crowd.

The crowd immediately felt streams of information appear within their minds—precisely the methods for cultivating all manner of plants.

"How miraculous!"

"Is this the means of a god?"

Smiles spread across the crowd's faces. Taking the seeds, they chose their fields and set to work in them.

In half a day's time, all the grain seeds had been scattered into the fields.

Then, in quick succession, the seeds sprouted, formed ears, and ripened, releasing an enticing fragrance.

"The grain grows so fast!"

"Is this the smell of grain?"

Though nutritional supplements could also sustain life, providing the body's basic needs for survival, they absolutely lacked this enticing flavor.

This was what food should be.

Under Suzuki Satori's direction, the grain was harvested, dried in the sun, and made into food, which was offered before the statue of the Dao Lord.

"From now on, with every yearly harvest, the first portion of grain should rightfully be offered to the Dao Lord!"

"Yes."

Naturally, the crowd would not object.

Toward this god who had saved the world, the people felt gratitude from the bottom of their hearts, and devoutly prostrated themselves.

Only after the rites of worship did they enjoy the fine food.

As oxen and horses, where in their former lives would they have ever enjoyed such food? Picking up steamed buns, lifting bowls of rice, their hands trembled.

Even though, due to time, there wasn't so much as a single pickled vegetable, the steamed buns and rice alone made the crowd eat with uncommon joy.

That sweet feeling spread not only through their mouths but seeped into their hearts, filling everyone with a sense of happiness.

"This is what life should be for a person!"

"Thank the god!"

"I feel so happy right now!"

Suzuki Satori tasted a steamed bun, his heart's feelings complex and hard to name.

A steamed bun utterly ordinary in other worlds was no ordinary thing in this one.

Had he not encountered the chat group, he likely would never have tasted such food in his entire life.

Even after transmigrating, it was the same—after all, bones couldn't eat anything.

"Everything's gotten better. Isn't it time to explore the other world now?"

Suzuki Satoru steadied his mind and turned his thoughts to the game world.