Immortal Mystery Sequence: I Establish a Divine Duty for Heaven and Earth

At an infinite height.

Jiang Tu looked down at the land below with a solemn expression.

The changes in the evolution over the past few months have been too rapid, the development has been swift, and the ups and downs have been too much for him to bear, leaving him overwhelmed and his heart filled with turmoil!

The five cities were evacuated.

The identity of Gu Shexian has been revealed.

Qi Ping led 157 officials to their deaths.

Luo Jin emerged from seclusion to confront the Buddhist and Taoist sects, shouting insults and overturning tables at the powerful, revealing his true intentions: to exchange his life for the life of a farmer.

Each and every incident was deeply etched in his memory, making even an observer like him feel the pain.

Recalling the Battle of Taiping City, Jiang Tu was filled with emotion. The development of the times, the future of agriculture, and the evolution of career paths all require sacrifice. Luo Jin, Qi Ping, and hundreds of seventh-rank officials all made sacrifices. Even Xu Lin, Luo Dazhuang, and Li Shitou all did.

It is thanks to the tireless efforts of generations that Nongdao has reached its current scale!

Isn't the agricultural path in the real world just like this?

The strange disaster struck Dajiang County, and Qingshan Lake was isolated. Wang Congyun, Li Xiaobing, and others secretly mediated with the Taoist sect to rescue the farmers. They also experienced too much cruelty and sacrifice, and the Great Dao was built on mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

In the future, will the agricultural path of reality also undergo such generations of sacrifice? Will it also survive countless uplifts and bloodshed, defying fate and changing its destiny?

Looking at Luo Jin's life through the Battle of Taiping City.

From a rootless, drifting slave boy in Xinping City, he awakened his innate wisdom and quietly spread the Dao. The Old Farmer's Hall rose to prominence, only to suffer a devastating defeat during the serfdom rebellion. After retiring to Shennong Valley, he reappeared at Ruixue Hall. He was not a saint; he had experienced obsession and distress, but also the moment he cut off his inner demons and found peace in the world. He abandoned the fourth realm and boldly emerged from seclusion, confronting the great cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism in mid-air, ultimately achieving enlightenment through death.

This life... how dramatic, how magnificent!

Just like those hundred seventh-rank officials who willingly sacrificed themselves, their lives were brilliant, and their deaths were resolute.

Even though they were just fictional characters in the process of evolution, he still felt admiration for them... He wished that all of this was real, that each and every one of them, flesh and blood, had ever existed.

Amidst his reflections, recalling the important secrets from before, Jiang Tu began to have some new guesses.

The immortal path of Gu She Xian can be passed down for ten thousand generations, and each generation is reborn after tribulations. So, is the immortal path still being passed down today, thirty thousand years later?

Perhaps due to his limited perspective, Jiang Tu had never heard any rumors about the Immortal Maiden of Gu She on the Immortal Realm. With the Eastern Taoist and Western Buddhist sects already established, where was the Immortal Path? Where was its legacy?

Or perhaps, the current Taoist and Buddhist order is inherently related to their lineage of immortality?

He pulled himself together and turned his gaze back to the auspicious land below... Was Luo Jin's death truly inevitable? Was there any chance of a turnaround?

Is this the end of the sixth-rank family?

When will someone be able to break through to the sixth rank again?

In the post-Luo Jin era, who in Taiping Agricultural Road can shoulder the responsibility alone? Who can inherit Luo Jin's legacy?

Who will be the next hero to dominate the world for a century?

Keep watching!

He waited and saw.

……

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[Sequence Evolution Log]

[Year 71]

High in the sky, Luo Jinzhi's last words echoed across the land, spreading throughout Taiping and beyond.

Inside the city.

The more than 100,000 people were all in uproar, and then they all burst into tears, prostrated themselves on the ground, and were in unbearable grief.

They didn't quite understand why Luo Jin made this choice, but seeing the powerful cultivators from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects eyeing the outside world and the three parties having already made their vows, they vaguely understood that Luo Jin was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of Taiping Mancheng's survival!

For a moment, the crowd fell silent; no one spoke, and everyone was speechless.

Luo Jin didn't look at them anymore. He raised his head and stared straight ahead at the Buddha and the Taoist, speaking softly in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

"An ancient immortal left behind prophetic words: a great calamity will return to Ruitu in the next twenty or thirty years. At that time, hundreds of millions of living beings in Ruitu will not be spared. If you want to survive the calamity, you must take precautions in advance."

"Twenty or thirty years?"

"Only twenty or thirty years?"

Heng Jianzi and Fa Kong's expressions changed drastically, both of them astonished.

If what Luo Jin said is true, then the time left for Rui Tu is running out. They must quickly unite the forces of Buddhism and Taoism to find the root cause of the great calamity, and at the same time decide whether to carry out the next round of the great migration, completely abandoning Rui Tu in order to survive!

This news is extremely important; it truly concerns life and death!

Fakong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha is compassionate. If you can truly save all the people of the world in the future, this humble monk thanks you on behalf of all the people of the world."

"Bald monk, now that things have come to this, there's no need for your hypocritical talk about the world. Have you Buddhist and Taoist masters ever truly cared about the world?"

Fakong was speechless for a moment, then chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying, "...May you have a safe journey, benefactor."

Luo Jin turned to Heng Jianzi and said provocatively, "As for the whereabouts of the Immortal Gu She that you two have been searching for, whether you still care or not, I might as well be frank: I don't know where the Immortal Gu She went, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

The Dharma is silent.

Heng Jianzi flew into a rage, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing and his face contorted with a ferocious glint: "You worthless insect, your words just now were indeed mocking this humble Taoist! In that case, this humble Taoist will not hesitate to send you on your final journey—!"

Swish!

Boom boom boom—!

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed his fingers to form a sword, and a hundred-foot-long sword rose up from beneath him in response!

The white light surged, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The surging true energy swallowed mountains and rivers, and swept out in a frenzy!

Immediately following, ten thousand sword lights poured down like a waterfall, shattering the void, and the world turned deathly white in an instant, losing all color!

The heavens and earth were plunged into darkness!

A multitude of swords were unleashed simultaneously, their domineering power overwhelming! They hurtled straight towards Luo Jin—

"Good timing!"

Luo Jin stood proudly atop the dragon, facing the overwhelming sword light without flinching or dodging. He laughed loudly, pushed his hands forward, and the hundred-foot-long dragon beneath his feet let out a vast roar that shook the surrounding wilderness. The dragon's body tumbled and surged with emerald light, fiercely meeting the myriad white rainbows!

The sun and moon lost their luster, the Milky Way stretched across the sky, the dragon's momentum was unstoppable, and the sword light rained down with overwhelming force!

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom boom boom—!

The sword light and the dragon collided in the sky, darkening the heavens and earth. The azure and white colors tore and exploded at the top of the sky, shattering inch by inch. The aftershocks ripped and overturned the clouds within a hundred miles!

The life of a hundred seventh-rank beings was bestowed upon Panlong's body, bursting forth with the most intense light at the last moment of Luo Jin's life!

The dragon's body disintegrated and shattered inch by inch, its scales turning into a sky full of clear, emerald green. But in the instant of disintegration, it also caused the myriad sword lights to crumble and fall, scattering sword dust everywhere.

The long river has run dry, and all light has faded.

Dragon shattered! Sword vanished!

Luo Jin's wild laughter swept across the heavens and earth, shaking mountains and rivers: "Hahahaha—you scoundrel, do you think that my death today will sever the great path of agriculture, shatter the backbone of agriculture? Little do you know that from this day forward, we farmers will no longer respect immortals or Buddhas, nor kneel before gods and demons!"

"Among all Buddhists and Taoists in the world, none can kill me!! None are worthy of killing me—!!"

next moment.

boom!!

With a sudden burst of energy, he slammed his palm down on the top of the crowd, instantly shattering his skull and killing himself amidst the throng!

puff!

His head exploded, his clothes fluttered and scattered in the wind, and a powerful spiritual light from the agricultural path exploded out, scattering into countless fireflies that fell and enveloped Taiping City, sweeping through the city and beyond!

The corpse fell like a late autumn leaf, drifting and tumbling, with no one to support it.

Luo Jin is dead!

The city of Taiping was in an uproar. All the farmers and villagers rushed out of the city gates like madmen and ran wildly toward the direction where Luo Jin had fallen.

"No!! Master—! No—!"

"The members of Ruixue Hall respectfully bid farewell to their Hall Master!"

"The entire Ruixue Hall pays homage to their Hall Master—!!!!!"

Countless shouts suddenly gathered, booming from all directions, echoing around the beams for three days without ceasing.

On the ground, a swift figure burst out from the crowd—the Earthwalker!

It rushed over with a speed far exceeding that of others, then suddenly leaped up and caught Luo Jin's body. Afterwards, it also knelt on the ground, embraced its master, and opened its mouth to wail loudly.

A straw man with extremely weak intelligence suddenly came to understand what human suffering, life and death, and separation meant.

As Luo Jin's straw doll, it should have completely disappeared into the world with Luo Jin's death. However, as layers of agricultural spiritual light from Luo Jin's body flowed into its body, it not only did not perish but instead shone brightly with a green light. Its eyebrows and eyes had more unprecedented lively charm, and the greenery was abundant, greatly enhancing its vitality.

But this improvement came at the cost of Luo Jin's death.

In an instant, the land was filled with sorrow, and cries echoed across the mountains and fields, as if the entire earth was wailing in grief.

Click!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded, tearing the sky apart!

In the sky, dark clouds swirled and gathered, roaring and rushing, low and obscuring all directions.

Blood rained down from the sky, pouring down like a waterfall.

Heaven weeps blood, sorrow spreads for thousands of miles, and the whole world grieves!

Blood rained down on the city walls, on the ruins, and on the kneeling people across the fields as they bid farewell.

Immediately following, as if a miracle had occurred, weeds grew wildly in all directions, and tender shoots sprouted from the scorched earth like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, with patches of new green spreading rapidly across the fields, covering hundreds of miles around Taiping City at a visible speed.

A rain of blood, born of death, yet bringing boundless life.

Luo Jin died and Buddhism and Taoism declined.

The farm road is alive!

Taiping City is alive!

in the rain of blood.

Boom—! Swish swish swish!

Heng Jianzi was sent flying backward with a bang, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The hundred-foot-long sword beneath him flickered violently, its light noticeably dimmed.

Before his death, Luo Jin unleashed the Panlong technique with unstoppable force, shattering the rain of swords and undoubtedly worsening his injuries.

Fakong leaned forward to support him: "Is Daoist Master alright? Now that the land of Rui is in turmoil again and a great calamity is imminent, Daoist Master, you must not lose your life so easily."

"I don't need your concern... You're probably overjoyed to see me injured!"

Fa Kong remained silent, but from afar he began to chant the Buddha's name.

The Buddha and the Taoist priest, watching from afar, realized that Luo Jin had indeed died and vanished without leaving any last resort. With a wave of their sleeves, they finished speaking.

"Walk!"

Neither the Buddhist nor the Taoist forces dared to speak, gazing at the distant scene of peace and prosperity amidst the torrential rain of blood, remaining silent for a long time.

I inexplicably felt a sense of respect for Luo Jin, my enemy.

The crowds dispersed, and Taiping City returned to silence. The war had come to an end.

Ten days later.

The city of Taiping was mourned for ten days, with the entire city dressed in white, funeral banners fluttering, and white paper scattered everywhere.

The newly appointed city lord, Lu Xingnong, a seventh-rank herbalist at the young age of twenty-five, ordered that Luo Jin be buried in peace. The herbalist and the remaining fifty-two seventh-rank officials personally carried Luo Jin's coffin.

The sky and earth were dark, and a light drizzle was falling, pattering incessantly.

Along both sides of the long street, people dressed in white mourning clothes prostrated themselves on the ground, holding incense and paper money in their hands, and sobbing softly.

"Rise up—!"

At a shout, the funeral procession began to move.

At that time.

Splash! Splash splash splash—!

Beneath the earth, countless earth spirits burst forth.

Insects, carp, rats, birds, snakes, rabbits, butterflies, eagles, and so on... numbering in the tens of thousands, poured out from every corner of Taiping City and gathered around the funeral procession. Two white cranes flew in pairs above the coffin, bidding him farewell.

Then, a beam of seven-colored light suddenly appeared on the horizon!

The auspicious deer spirit, pure white with a seven-colored tail, appeared from nowhere, raised its head, and seemed to understand something after a moment of perception.

Tatata!

It passed through the endless stream of kneeling worshippers, through the prostrate masses and countless earth spirits, its four hooves flying as it galloped straight toward the coffin.

Swish! !

The next moment, its body melted on the spot, radiating countless rays of snow-white light, which flowed into the coffin like rivers flowing into the sea.

The people kneeling in worship from all directions, the local spirits bowing their heads, countless mysterious and profound prayers floating in the wind, all the incense and faith, all gathered in awe and were gathered and condensed by white light, completing their sublimation!

Swish! !

A divine aura soared into the sky.

In mid-air, countless green plants and a myriad of spiritual lights from the agricultural path suddenly converged into a figure that was half illusory and half real.

The figure's appearance, temperament, features, and eyebrows all bore a six-tenths resemblance to Luo Jin, yet he also exuded Xu Lin's fortitude, Luo Dazhuang's composure, Li Shitou's restrained sharpness, and Qi Ping's decisiveness and calmness.

He embodies the spirit of countless agricultural martyrs and the faith of the entire city, manifesting as a god!

Inside the coffin, Luo Jin's body lay quietly, showing no signs of life.

High in the sky, the incense god suddenly opened his eyes—

Rank 6 has been achieved!

However, it is not the sixth rank of the agricultural path in the human hierarchy, but rather the sixth rank of the divine path in the heavenly hierarchy: "Official in Charge of Agriculture".

The sole divine office of the agricultural deity, the sixth rank of the incense-burning deity, is the "Official of the Agricultural Deity".

In all directions, tens of thousands of people, kneeling in grief, were moved by this and all stopped, raising their heads to focus on the incense-burning deity suspended in mid-air.

Shocked, awe-inspiring, speechless...

Their knowledge was limited, and they didn't understand what it was, but they knew that the leader hadn't gone far.

He is back.

Returning in another form, continuing to protect the people of agriculture, forever immortal—