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What's the problem?

—There were people all over the street, but nobody paid him any attention.

Everyone was busy looking at the sky, but he was hiding under the stall shouting and yelling like a fool...

"What good stuff is this? I have to take a look!" he muttered, lifting the cloth covering the stall and crawling out. His triangular eyes narrowed into slits as he carefully lifted the stall.

Then--

Those triangular eyes suddenly widened!

His eyes were wide open, like two copper bells, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. His mouth was also wide open, big enough to fit his fist.

This is!?

road!?

How could there be a road like this?

He blinked hard in disbelief, but the road was still there; he wasn't seeing things!

His country is on an island, and there aren't even any paved roads.

The roads were all sandy; your feet would sink in, and after a few steps, your shoes would be full of sand. If it rained, the whole road would turn into a cesspool, with mud splattering all over the back of your head.

The best road he had ever seen in his life was Vermilion Bird Avenue—when he first stepped onto this street, he secretly exclaimed, "The Great Flame Kingdom truly lives up to its reputation as a superior nation; even its roads are paved so smoothly!"

At that moment, he looked down at the blue bricks beneath his feet, then looked up at the gray, seamless road against the sky. He realized his earlier exclamation was a joke.

And—flowers are planted in the middle of the road?

In their South China Sea, the only place where flowers can be planted in the middle of the road is on the road inside a temple.

That's the kind of treatment you only get in places where God lives!

But the road in the sky was so long, stretching from one end to the other, with no end in sight. There was no sign of a temple nearby; it looked like an ordinary road used by mortals.

But the path that mortals walk—

Why is it more beautiful than their sacred path? And in the dead of winter, while the flowers in the temple are wilted, the flowers on it are blooming brightly...

The envoy from the north also dismounted—his legs gave way and he slid down.

The moment his boots touched the blue brick floor, his knees buckled, and he slid down like a limp noodle.

"We have no roads on our grasslands, only ruts..." He knelt on the ground, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other hand clutching his chest, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Even if there is a road...who would plant flowers in the middle of the road...especially in the dead of winter...on our grasslands, once winter comes, even the pasture grass withers a lot, and many cattle and sheep can only graze on dry grass. Those flowers, they look like they just bloomed in spring..." he murmured, his voice dry and hoarse, his fingers unconsciously tracing a shallow white mark on the ground.

Inside the palace, Du Mingyi sat blankly in the corner, his back against the wall. The cool air from the wall seeped in through his cotton robe, making him feel chilly, but he couldn't feel it.

His legs were stretched straight out, boot tips pointing upwards, and he remained motionless.

Suddenly, he reached out and touched the area under his buttocks.

Smooth and cool to the touch is the feel of stone.

He looked up again at the road against the sky. It was gray, uniform, and without any flaws.

The middle part is green, vibrant, and full of life. In this deep winter season, it is so green that it seems unreal.

The road was not made of stone, wood, or brick, nor any material he knew.

As for that green belt—he closed his eyes and thought about it in his mind. If they, the Great Flame Kingdom, were to plant it, what season would it take, how many gardeners would be needed, how much water would be required, and how much time would it take to grow such a long, neat, and beautiful green belt.

He started to think and then stopped, not daring to continue calculating, because the result would make him want to die.

……

Lin Ye smiled with satisfaction as he observed their reactions.

He had seen it in Ye Fan's memory; the Great Flame Kingdom's planting methods were terrible.

It was only thanks to Ye Fan's hands-on teaching that locust trees were planted along the main roads of the Imperial Palace in the capital. Before his arrival, the Imperial Palace Garden was only planted with a few rose bushes.

It was worth it for him to specifically point the camera at the green belt; this shot should be quite shocking.

Next up is the overpass.

……

The camera on the backdrop began to move into the distance.

Above the road, something else appeared—a bridge.

No, it's not a bridge!

That's one way too!

A road suspended in mid-air!

It extends from the left side of the image, spanning directly above the gray road, and then splits into two paths, one to the right and the other downwards.

The downward path resembled a giant python, coiling and twisting, circling down again and again, finally landing on the gray road.

Du Mingyi sprang up from the ground with a "whoosh," nearly hitting the palace wall behind him with the back of his head.

He was trembling all over, but it was from excitement.

His eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled, and his finger pointed at the winding road in the sky, his fingertips shaking like leaves in the wind, leaving afterimages.

"Bridge...no, not a bridge, a road...a road built in the sky!" His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he almost choked on the saliva he swallowed.

"Cars going in different directions don't need to stop and wait; they can simply turn onto the road in the other direction..." The voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

He understood!

He actually understood it!

But after he understood it, he became even more devastated.

The more you understand, the more you realize the path you've been building your whole life...

In front of others—

It's nothing, not even a fart.

The image on the screen continued to zoom in on the "bridge".

Below the winding road are rows of thick, tall bridge piers, neatly arranged like a gray forest, steadily supporting the road in the sky.

Between the bridge piers is that gray road, which runs underneath and then over, winding its way through them.

Roads are everywhere, in all directions.

And the area under the "bridge," next to all the bridge piers, and even in every corner—is all green.

Vast expanses of green stretched out on the ground like a carpet.

In the late autumn weather, these plants are a vibrant green, so fresh they look as if they were just moved here from spring.

Layer upon layer, crisscrossing, gray roads and green plants, like a giant, living spider web, covering the entire land.

The comments section has completely gone crazy.

[Commoner Sun Dazhu: Heavens!!! The road...the road is in the sky?!]

[Commoner Li Laoliu: It's forked! Look! One road splits into two! One goes to the right, and the other goes down in a circle!]

[Commoner Liu Xiaosan: That road down... it's going in circles! Going round and round! How are you supposed to walk?! Won't you get dizzy?!]

[Commoner Wang Chuanzi: How did this road get all the way up to the sky? Aren't there any pillars supporting it? No, there are pillars! Look down there! So many huge pillars! Are those stone pillars?]

[Zheng Tong, Construction Department of the Ministry of Public Works: Those bridge piers! Every single one is exactly the same! Straight! Smooth! Without the slightest deviation! How were they built!?]

[Shanglin Shu Zheng Xiao: Those flowers down there... under the road... under such a wide road, the sunlight can't even reach them, how can those flowers still bloom so well!?]

[Xu Wen, the Minister of Agriculture: Those flowers! They're everywhere! They're planting flowers like weeds! In our Great Flame Kingdom, it's difficult enough to grow a tree, let alone flowers, which are extremely delicate. What kind of flowers are these? And how are they planted?!]

……

Shu Jingwei was standing in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, looking at the roads that seemed to be created by gods.

His phoenix eyes widened in disbelief, his breath seemed to freeze, and his body, beneath the bright yellow dragon robe, stood stiffly, no longer displaying its former majesty...