Blessed lands nourish Realmen, while grotto-heavens raise True Sovereigns. I have a single spiritual root—how can I not pursue immortality?

Yu An never imagined that a simple trip back home to honor his ancestors would result in him transmigrating into a post-dharma cultivation world—reborn as a rare elm tree. In this world, every winter brings the Black Oblivion Wind Calamity, a cataclysm that annihilates everything in its path like the end of days. Only those who hide within Blessed Lands can survive.

As a tree that couldn’t move and stood over a hundred miles from any Blessed Land, Yu An was freaking out. Luckily, his neighbor was an old mortal and his three sons. Not only were they determined to become cultivators, but they even wanted to worship him as the ancestral tree of their clan.

Seriously? Just this ragtag bunch? You call this a clan?

What? You’re going to feed me spirit stones to help me grow?

Years passed, until one day, a sudden burst of radiance lit up the endless darkness. A towering, vibrant green tree stood proud with a canopy that blotted out the sky, holding up a new Blessed Land amidst the Black Oblivion Wind Calamity.

Beneath the tree, an old man with white hair and beard, exuding immortal grace, led a vast group of descendants in solemn reverence.

“Today, the Yu clan—seven thousand three hundred and sixty-five strong—pledge our lives to the Elm Ancestor!”

“Pledge your lives? Watch and see!”

On that day, elm seeds filled the skies, nine starry realms fell silent, and thirty thousand miles were blanketed in white frost!