Location: Mortal Realm – Empire of the Rising Sky & Forgotten Village
Weather: Calm with drifting petals; the scent of incense and storm hangs in the air.
Tone: Nostalgic, weighty, simmering with foreshadowed power.
"Years have passed, but the roots he planted still hold firm in our hearts." — Emperor of the Rising Sky
The mortal realm had changed—empires rose, sects fell, and the memory of the Farmer, once dismissed as a mere cultivator of land, had grown into myth.
No one knew where he went. No grave was found. Only whispers. His seven disciples, scattered across the continent, bore the weight of his legacy like divine mantles.
I. The Emperor Disciple – Xian Wuji
From a low-born tactician to the Emperor of the Rising Sky, he ruled with a sharp mind and a calmer heart. The throne room bore carvings of a man with a hoe atop a mountain, teaching seven kneeling youths beneath a dying tree.
Xian Wuji enforced fairness, never sat on his throne before sunrise, and always knelt by his personal field of herbs at dusk—a tribute to his master.
But recently, his dreams were haunted. A voice called him.
A hoe striking rock.
A pulse of divinity from far beyond the stars.
II. The Wandering Spear – Huo Tianlei
He became the continent's fiercest general, wielding the spear once gifted by the Farmer himself—a spear that grew leaves in battle and bled light when angry.
He traveled alone, never sleeping under roofs, training border troops and fighting for the weak. When asked why he refused titles, he said only:
"My title died when he vanished. Now I live as his weapon."
He began sensing tremors in the heavens—like something was growing, just beyond reach.
III. The Silent Sword – Yu Qing'er
Once a shy girl wielding a bamboo stick, now she was the shadow that erased wicked sects by night.
They called her the Silent Edge.
No one knew where she came from. No one knew where she vanished to. But when she stood in front of a corrupt immortal warlord and whispered,
"You tortured a village where he once walked."
he fell screaming into his own flames.
IV. The Healing Sage – Bai Xinyu
The gentle boy who mixed mud and leaves to cure injured birds had now become the realm's finest doctor. Bai Xinyu established floating hospitals that healed entire cities. He was beloved, but never smiled.
His greatest secret?
He still kept the worn-out hoe his master gave him—mounted on his clinic wall.
He always watered it.
Lately, that hoe had begun to shine at night.
V. The Alchemist Flame – Mu Yan
No longer explosive and impulsive, Mu Yan now wore robes of starlight and ran the Cradle of Heaven's Flame—the world's strongest alchemy sect.
But he never married. Never rested. He claimed the world was still unworthy of what their master envisioned.
He was the first to sense it.
An anomaly in the spiritual ley lines.
A growing realm—hidden, divine, and unregistered.
VI. The Ink Scholar – Wen Ruohan
He transformed a broken sect library into a bastion of knowledge: the Celestial Archive. His followers preserved ancient texts and mortal wisdom alike.
Wen Ruohan believed his master was alive. Every season, he sent out thousands of mechanical birds with messages:
"The world grows darker without you. But we shine, for you are our dawn."
He began calculating strange readings from the void above the sky... and a location. A dead realm now... breathing?
VII. The Farmer Disciple – Liu Chen
Not a warrior, not a sage—just a boy who wanted to grow food. Now a demigod of harvests.
His fields fed nations.
His trees bore divine fruits.
But his proudest moment was growing a single stalk of rice blessed by the heavens.
When that stalk bowed to the wind one night—he cried.
Because he knew.
"Master... you're alive, aren't you?"
Twist: The Rumor
A legend spreads through border villages.
A man. Hooded. Crooked back. Wooden sandals.
Carrying a hoe.
He appears where the soil is poisoned... and within days, it blooms.
One child said:
"I gave him my only apple. He said, 'For this, your people shall never starve again.'"
And then he vanished. But the land stayed golden.
Closing Scene: Forgotten Village
An old betrayer, crippled by regret, returns to the village where it all began.
He finds no shrine, no grave—only a field full of flowers that should not grow in such earth.
He falls to his knees.
"Forgive me..."
The wind answers with a whisper:
"Grow something better."
END OF CHAPTER