Venix doesn't know what kind of cultivator he wants to be. He has no sect, no mighty master, and whatever bloodline he carries it gave him nothing. What he does have... is soil. And questions. So many questions. As seeds sprout and wither, as compost steams and seasons turn, Venix learns that growth isn't a ladder, it's a cycle. A cycle of mistakes. Of wonder. Of life. ± A slow, introspective eco-cultivation story with light system elements, time skips, trial and error, and a soul quietly le...