Baiyun Principality, spring of the ninth year of Tianxuan.
In today's era, a few words are said lightly, and there is chaos, turbulent winds and clouds, and human lives are like grass.
Staring at the gray earth, the desolate atmosphere has nowhere to live. The long road is just below my feet, but along the way, it seems that there is no hope of living.
The young grass that had just grown on the roadside had been eaten away to the roots, as if locusts were passing through. The bare ground was thousands of miles away, with not a single blade of grass growing. The people fleeing the famine stretched for hundreds of miles, a mass of darkness. They were in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and thin skin, and dull expressions. , Fallen corpses can be seen everywhere along the road. The vultures that have been hovering in the sky for a long time have been waiting for a long time, and they eat them in groups. The numb passers-by show no emotion, as if they have long been used to it. Maybe the next one lying on the ground will be me.
In the 21st century, the great young man Li Buer traveled through time to the Tianxuan Continent to see how he started a wonderful life.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
