บท 310: Chapter 302: Daoist Friend, Why Are You Not Speaking, Daoist Friend?_3

"Demons appear, without us, how could mortals possibly live peacefully?"

The scene changed again, an orphan with severed hands and feet sat crying in a home filled with corpses, as a group of kindly-faced people stepped in to lend a hand to the orphan.

"Sudden disasters strike, without us, how could mortals find a place to call home?"

Immediately after, the image shifted to a barren land, where numerous mortals, under the escort of cultivators, came to till the fields and reclaim the wilderness, turning it into a prosperous and fertile place. Then, those cultivators led the mortals to another desolate land.

"The world is barren, without us, how could mortals own this splendid countryside?"

The wind blew once more, and the image disappeared.