Crossing means escaping from famine, and the beginning is marked by severe drought and military chaos.
Binding a system that predicts the future, I calculated that the city would be destroyed in three days, and recruited the refugees in advance to stock up on food and run away.
When others robbed me of food, I robbed people; when others fled for their lives, I built a city.
I just wanted to survive in this troubled world, but who would have thought that the seriously injured handsome guy I saved turned out to be an immortal cultivator?
When he held my hand and stood in the clouds looking down at all living beings, he suddenly realized——
The organization he and I jointly established seems to have accidentally surpassed the imperial power?
