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In a world of ice and snow, accompanied by howling blizzards, the tenth year of Shenwu silently passed by, and time had already advanced to the eleventh year of Shenwu.
This New Year's Spring Festival was spent by Lu Yuan in Jiangxia City.
As with many previous expeditions, he had no way of returning to Baling or spending time with his wife and children at home, and he did not even have a single friend here.
Living in this chaotic era, in a world where calamity had come, everyone involved was unable to act on their own volition.
They could only passively follow the tide of the times, pushing forward wave after wave, striving for that slim chance of surviving ashore.
This was true even for Lu Yuan, the King of Chu, the ruler of thousands of miles of territory—he was no exception.
Fortunately, ever since he had studied the Taiping Dao Book and resolved to take the path of competing for supremacy in the world, he had been prepared and anticipated all of the above.
