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The people of the Great Flame Kingdom looked at Lin Ye's face, which was both unfamiliar and familiar, and felt a mix of emotions.

When this face first appeared on the sky, they cursed him as a human trafficker, a charlatan, and a fraudster who used illusions to deceive people.

It wasn't until his identity as Lord Ye's brother was revealed that some people began to revere and believe in him, and even privately worshipped him as a god.

Most people don't actually believe it. Even if he is Lord Ye's brother, those outrageous things are too fake.

And even if it were true, so what?

It's too far away from them.

Once the curtain of darkness falls, the emperor will be angry again and order them to stop discussing it in private.

The government officials are coming again.

Another notice needs to be posted.

The yamen runners are about to start banging gongs and shouting "spreading heresies and misleading the public" again.

The person who was arrested and imprisoned for discussing the Sky Curtain last time hasn't been released yet.

The comments were still scrolling by, but there were far fewer than before.

Many ordinary citizens of the capital belatedly shrank back, realizing that they were closest to the palace and that if they spoke out of respect for His Majesty, their names would be on the list of those in power, and they would surely lose their heads.

Only those poor people who live far from the capital, toiling in the fields, squatting on the edge of the field, leaning against the mud wall, or sitting in a drafty house, dare to speak their minds, word by word.

They were also the people in the world who trusted Lin Ye the most. When Lord Ye was alive, they had enough to eat and wear, and even had extra money to send their children to school.

But how long has Lord Ye been missing, and they've already fallen to the point where they can't even get enough to eat...

Lin Ye is Lord Ye's brother; they trust him! Just like they trust Lord Ye! They are all gods!

[Commoner Li Fangniu: Satisfied! Of course I'm satisfied! I just want to ask the immortals, could you please provide one for our village too? I want to take my wife to the market in town!]

[Commoner Girl: I wish we could live like this too...]

[Commoner Dog Egg: I just want to ask, does the Immortal area need any farmers? I've been farming all my life, I know all kinds of farming, I don't need wages, just a meal is enough...]

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On Zhuque Street, the people from the small country dressed in exotic clothing stared wide-eyed and gaped, standing rooted to the spot like wooden stakes struck by lightning.

The wind blew in from the street corner, whipping up a layer of snow that brushed past their stiff feet; no one moved.

Aro, the Western Region man ostensibly a merchant but actually a royal spy, was the first to come to his senses.

He whirled around, grabbed the sleeve of a commoner from the Great Flame Kingdom beside him, his knuckles turning white from the force, and asked urgently in broken Great Flame language, "That person! That person—is he a god?!"

"Whether they are gods... I don't know..."

The old man he had grabbed shook his head, his white beard trembling slightly in the wind, his cloudy eyes reflecting the light of the sky. "What I do know is that his name is Lin Ye, and he is the brother of our Lord Ye Fan."

"Ye Fan?!" A Luo's voice suddenly rose, almost cracking, "Ye—Ye Fan?! That Ye Fan?!"

He had certainly heard of that name before.

It wasn't just him.

The Western Regions, the South China Sea, the northern grasslands—almost everyone has heard of this name.

Ye Fan.

He was once the military strategist of the Great Flame Kingdom and is a capable person who assists the current emperor in pacifying the world.

Legend has it that he was a master of medicine, capable of bringing the dead back to life; skilled in military training, able to win battles with fewer troops; highly accomplished in agriculture, able to keep flowers and plants alive in the city, ensuring bountiful harvests year after year; and also knowledgeable in road construction, bridge building, and school establishment…

Their current king of the Western Regions, Ashina Tuoba, once said that if they could have this person as their advisor, unifying the world would not be difficult.

The king had once spent a fortune to invite him to the Western Regions, but he politely declined. The king had no choice but to temporarily abandon his desire to seize the Great Flame Army—with this man around, the Great Flame Army could not be touched.

It wasn't until later, when the king heard that he had disappeared, that his interest was rekindled, and he sent him to inquire about the situation.

He had noticed along the way that some people in the Great Flame Kingdom said he had been secretly executed because his achievements overshadowed the emperor, while others said he had grown tired of the court and retired to the mountains... there were all sorts of rumors.

Anyway, it's been a long time since it's appeared.

Aro was about to go back and tell the king this wonderful news.

But now.

Ye Fan's brother.

It appeared on the sky.

Aro's throat tightened, and his mind raced—

Ye Fan's brother is a god? Then Ye Fan must be a god too! No wonder he's so powerful! No wonder their king sent people to invite him, but he wouldn't come at all...

A god! How could he possibly come to the mortal realm to be someone's advisor?!

The problem now is that although Ye Fan has disappeared, his brother has appeared!

Moreover, he appears to be even stronger than Ye Fan.

Those roads, those cars, those flowers and plants—Aro stared intently at the black, straight road stretching as far as the eye could see against the sky.

When Ye Fan was around, the Great Flame Kingdom didn't have these things.

This Lin Ye is far more skilled than his brother Ye Fan.

His face gradually turned pale.

How are we supposed to fight this? Once Lin Ye makes a move, will they even have a chance to survive?

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Aro shivered, only then realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

My undergarments clung damply to my back, and when the wind blew, they felt chilly, as if someone were scraping ice shards down my spine.

The South China Sea traveler squatted on the ground, his hands on his knees, his head tilted back high.

He'd been pondering a question all along—who wrote those words on the sky? Why were they appearing one after another?

He couldn't hold it in any longer. He turned around and asked a young scholar beside him in broken Mandarin, "Who wrote those words in the lower right corner? You...you can write in the sky?"

The scholar wore a faded blue robe with frayed edges at the cuffs and a barely noticeable patch at the hem.

He stood in the crowd, looking up at Lin Ye in a daze, his eyes reflecting the flowing light from the sky.

Upon hearing this question, he lowered his head and quickly glanced around. Seeing that there were no people in official robes around, he then looked at the South China Sea Traveler.

A slight smirk played on his lips, tinged with undisguised pride. "That's not writing."

His voice was very low, as if afraid of being overheard. "It's bullet comments. As long as we think about speaking on the screen, we can input text onto it using our thoughts. And—Lin Ye Xianren can see these bullet comments!"

The South China Sea traveler's mouth gaped open, and his jaw almost dropped.

Mind input!

This is truly divine skill!

But he was soon overwhelmed by another emotion.

He suddenly closed his eyes, slapped his hands together, and knelt on the ground, his forehead almost touching the bluestone slab.

He desperately pleaded in his heart: "Gods, please! Please build a road like that for the South China Sea! It doesn't have to be that wide, a narrower one will do! And one of those big trucks, please give us one too! It doesn't have to be that big, a smaller one will do! Please, please!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

On the sky, those words are still scrolling.

He saw the words he had just been thinking about—

[Nanhai Aji: God, god! Please, please build a road like that for Nanhai too! It doesn't have to be that wide, a narrower one will do! And please, give us one of those big trucks too...]

"Really! It really works!" He jumped up from the ground, so excited that he almost knocked over the person next to him.

"My words appeared, they appeared there! Did you see them! Did you see them!"

Seeing this, the fellow countrymen from the South China Sea beside him quickly closed their eyes, knelt down in a row with their hands clasped together, and began to make wishes in their hearts.

Some wanted roads, some wanted vehicles, some wanted seeds of flowers that could bloom even in the dead of winter... they wanted everything.

The barrage of "I want it, I want it" messages flooded in, completely obscuring the comments from other users.

But Lin Ye wasn't looking at the comments right now.

He picked up the little bag and started walking forward.

Under the sky, everyone watched as he suddenly moved, first stunned, then in unison—their necks moved in the direction he was moving.

Where are they going?