The sky above Green Mist Village split open like a wound, spilling golden and crimson light across the world.
The villagers watched in awe as roots of golden light spiraled upward, carrying Tian Yuan into the heavens. The Seedbuds surrounding the village kneeled, their heads bowing as if bidding farewell to their creator.
Granny Xue clutched her cane, tears streaming down her wrinkled face.
> "So… he's really leaving."
Children who once played in his fields whispered to each other, eyes wide with fear and wonder.
Mei Lin held a small hoe—one Tian Yuan had given her—and whispered softly:
> "You'll come back, won't you… Farmer?"
The earth pulsed once under her feet, as if answering for him.
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The Weight of the Seven Relics
High above, Tian Yuan floated in a pillar of spiraling roots and light. The seven relics hovered around him, spinning slowly, their combined power shaping the sky.
The Seed of Creation pulsed warmly in his hand, and for a moment, he looked down at the village below.
His golden eyes softened, reflecting the fields he had once tilled, the people he had once protected.
Xiao Tianmie's voice broke the silence in his mind.
> "They'll survive without you. You've given them more than enough."
Tian Yuan exhaled slowly. "A farmer never leaves without planting for the next season."
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The Last Promise to the Soil
He knelt mid-air, pressing his hand downward. Golden roots erupted from the ground across the entire continent, sinking deep into the soil.
The land itself responded—forests blossomed overnight, rivers cleared, and spiritual fields sprouted from barren plains. Even the air grew thicker with pure qi.
To cultivators across the world, it felt like a miracle.
And to Green Mist Village, it was a promise.
A soft whisper echoed through every root, heard only by those who had once worked the soil with him:
> "Keep the soil alive, and I will always return."
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The Rift to the Heavens
The seven relics glowed brighter, merging into a single spiraling light that tore open the sky. Beyond it lay endless stars and swirling divine energy—the path to the upper realm.
The pull was strong, dragging at his body.
For a brief moment, Tian Yuan hesitated, his golden eyes glancing one last time at the village far below.
Then his expression softened into a faint smile.
> "The field is ready. Time to plant somewhere new."
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The Birth of a Legend
As he stepped into the light, the world shook.
Golden roots spiraled upward like a crown, and the heavens themselves seemed to bow. To mortals and immortals alike, this moment would be remembered for generations—the day the Farmer God ascended.
The light swallowed him, leaving only silence behind.
But far below, the soil pulsed once more, alive and listening.
End of Chapter 41 – End of Arc One