Qin Fen's words exploded through the group like the evening drum and morning bell, stirring the immortals' hearts. That was right—this was cultivating Merit!
Many of them knew this, but they had been immortals for too long, and their thinking had changed. That was also the sorrow of these immortals. After joining the ranks of immortals, the work they did had begun to drift away from the masses. In modern terms, they were no longer grounded.
They wanted to become close to the people once more, only to find that their current methods were unsuitable. Because of the environment, technology, and sources of materials, once they had mastered too much high-end knowledge, considering things from the low end made them seem constrained. Their way of solving problems often relied on the convenience brought by their own strength. This created a misunderstanding: mortals could not master it, creating a technological generation gap between them and the beings of the Earthly Immortal Realm.
But Qin Fen was different. He was a mortal himself, and he used the ways of the modern Mortal Realm. Not only did the immortals find it novel, it also possessed terrifying power. Technology was the primary productive force—everyone in the world understood that principle, but in the old-fashioned Earthly Immortal Realm, it held enormous driving power.
"Protecting the peace of a region..." the Earth God murmured. In truth, the Earth God handled quite a lot: prayers for children, requests for directions, favorable weather. In any case, he could meddle in many matters within his territory.
Earth Gods were immortals of Merit. To put it bluntly, they had risen through the blessings and good deeds they accumulated while alive. But because their responsibilities were too broad, they had one particularly terrifying weakness: they lacked specialization.
Simply put, an Earth