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In reality, considering the levels of productivity in the future, if the world could unite as one, it would be entirely possible to ensure that everyone has enough to eat and can live a decent life. However, due to human greed, those at the top control a significant portion of global resources, leaving the rest to compete for the meager resources that remain. Thus, even with technological advancements, the world cannot escape the patterns of historical development. It is merely that technological progress has greatly delayed this process.
As Yun Yi's figure disappeared from view, Zhang Jiao looked around and waved his hand, saying, "I have no children; you all go back and rest." The followers of Taiping Dao around him nodded in agreement and dispersed, seemingly unfazed by the sudden disappearance of the iron box, believing it to be a result of Zhang Jiao's magical powers. As the leader of Taiping Dao, a respected teacher, and a chosen messenger of Huang Tian, possessing magical abilities was nothing unusual.
However, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang did not leave immediately; they followed Zhang Jiao into the tent. Inside, they eagerly asked, "Brother, who exactly was that person?" Unlike the ordinary followers of Taiping Dao outside, they understood that their brother Zhang Jiao was just an ordinary person like them and did not possess true magical powers. The magic he had previously displayed was mostly clever deception or special techniques.
Zhang Jiao clasped his hands behind his back and replied leisurely, "That person is an immortal who has descended to the mortal realm."
"Indeed an immortal!" Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were momentarily stunned but quickly grew anxious and asked, "Is it really true, brother? Is he truly an immortal?"
Zhang Jiao nodded affirmatively and said, "He is indeed an immortal!"
Why did the Immortal suddenly appear?
Do you all remember the mysterious inscription floating deep within Taihang Mountain?
Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang exchanged glances, swallowing hard as they asked, "Are you referring to that floating stele?"
Zhang Jiao nodded in response, "That's right, just as you guessed. That floating Divine Stele is the work of this Immortal. The prophecies inscribed there, along with our subsequent actions based on them, the Immortal is fully aware of."
As he finished speaking, the expressions on Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's faces instantly turned to despair.
It's over, completely over. They had planned to use the false Prophecy to their advantage, but unexpectedly encountered an Immortal.
Zhang Bao hurriedly spoke up, "Elder Brother, do you think the Immortal will hold us accountable for this false Prophecy? If someone must bear the blame, it should be me alone."
Zhang Jiao gently patted Zhang Bao's shoulder and reassured him, "It's alright. The Immortal has a broad mind and will not blame us for this."
As soon as these words were spoken, both Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang sighed in relief, as if they had returned from the brink of death. After all, this was an Immortal who resided among the clouds; they feared that any offense could provoke an unbearable wrath.
The two secretly rejoiced that they had restrained themselves after Block's disappearance and had not acted against the Immortal. Otherwise, even if they were given ten more lives, they would not escape disaster.
While the three brothers were discussing in their camp, a figure clad in a red robe entered the tent.
Zhang Jiao spoke directly, "In fact, not only does the Immortal intend to punish us for fabricating the Prophecy, but he also greatly appreciates our actions."
"Is that true?" Zhang Bao asked incredulously. "How could the Immortal support us? Isn't that going against heavenly will?"
Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang exchanged doubtful glances at Zhang Jiao. They wondered if he had fabricated such a lie just to reassure everyone. In response, Zhang Jiao merely shook his head, offering no further explanation.
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