When people in later generations talk about the era when red cotton bloomed in the South, they always speak with a touch of nostalgia. In that era, heroes drew their swords in troubled times, and a prairie fire rose from the heart of the earth until the entire earth was dyed the color of flames. This was the era of red cotton. There was a man holding the fire of salvation, running around with heroes like him, and remelting the broken country.
At that time, the Yin Dynasty, a huge eastern country that had gone through the Age of Iron Plum, the Age of Qionghua, and the Age of Danfeng, was already on the verge of collapse. The Jiang family's empire was already a delicious meal that could be discussed and divided on the tables of princes and parliaments. The halls were full of jackals, tigers and leopards.
In the distant Xuansheng Continent, the empire's millions of expeditionary troops are about to face a terrible cold that will be recorded in the annals of later generations. This cold wave will freeze almost half of the Cloud Ocean, and the repelled Westerners are watching this legion from the east with hatred in the city or in the mountains, trying to give them a fatal blow.
The rising generation of geniuses from the East have not yet met each other. Sometimes they raise their heads in the suffocating world around them, and their eyes may intersect with someone thousands of miles away, because they are destined to meet. And in this year, a young man named Chu Mingshun left his hometown of Spring Court. He was so ordinary, so inconspicuous compared with the companions who had already emerged in front of them. Who could have imagined that the fire of salvation would be in the hands of such a young man.
"So, raise that red flag that is as dazzling as a flame, and turn these mountains and rivers into burning red cotton!" The man's roar was deafening.
Purpose: To describe love, dreams, separation, and encounters in troubled times