November, the fog on the plains remained as ordinary as ever, and the winter sky still carried a gloomy, grayish haze. A new round of reforms in the southwest was beginning to stir.

Looking back from the future, the most critical historical juncture was occurring at this very moment, but those living in the present were unaware of the significant impact their existence would have on posterity.

Because reality itself was undergoing drastic changes at every moment. Since the Jurchen's first southward invasion in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, several disasters sufficient to destroy the country, countless city massacres, killings, and widespread suffering had occurred on this land. These intense changes mostly resulted in negative outcomes. People grew weary of these changes in such an environment, but they also gradually became accustomed to them.

A change involving a hundred villages and over two hundred thousand people, although filled with descriptions of a bright future, made it difficult even for optimists to truly accept the possibility of the "Great Harmony" ideal of "land to the tiller" being realized. But what did it matter? Even if it failed, it would merely be another upheaval experienced by a warlord force in this chaotic world. Although this warlord force had demonstrated an inexplicably strong power in the past two years, the most likely sound in people's hearts, amidst the fierce debates about challenging the grand ideal of "land to the tiller," was probably a low sigh.

However, just like a scene of taking a segment from the vast historical tide and looking down upon it, the turbid waters of the chaotic world scattered into countless chaotic fluids in a dangerous bend...

November, the fog on the plains remained as ordinary as ever, and the winter sky still carried a gloomy, grayish haze. A new round of reforms in the southwest was beginning to stir.

Looking back from the future, the most critical historical juncture was occurring at this very moment, but those living in the present were unaware of the significant impact their existence would have on posterity.

Because reality itself was undergoing drastic changes at every moment. Since the Jurchen's first southward invasion in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, several disasters sufficient to destroy the country, countless city massacres, killings, and widespread suffering had occurred on this land. These intense changes mostly resulted in negative outcomes. People grew weary of these changes in such an environment, but they also gradually became accustomed to them.

A change involving a hundred villages and over two hundred thousand people, although filled with descriptions of a bright future, made it difficult even for optimists to truly accept the possibility of the "Great Harmony" ideal of "land to the tiller" being realized. But what did it matter? Even if it failed, it would merely be another upheaval experienced by a warlord force in this chaotic world. Although this warlord force had demonstrated an inexplicably strong power in the past two years, the most likely sound in people's hearts, amidst the fierce debates about challenging the grand ideal of "land to the tiller," was probably a low sigh.

However, just like a scene of taking a segment from the vast historical tide and looking down upon it, the turbid waters of the chaotic world scattered into countless chaotic fluids in a dangerous bend. November, the fog on the plains remained as ordinary as ever, and the winter sky still carried a gloomy, grayish haze. A new round of reforms in the southwest was beginning to stir.

Looking back from the future, the most critical historical juncture was occurring at this very moment, but those living in the present were unaware of the significant impact their existence would have on posterity.

Because reality itself was undergoing drastic changes at every moment. Since the Jurchen's first southward invasion in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, several disasters sufficient to destroy the country, countless city massacres, killings, and widespread suffering had occurred on this land. These intense changes mostly resulted in negative outcomes. People grew weary of these changes in such an environment, but they also gradually became accustomed to them.

A change involving a hundred villages and over two hundred thousand people, although filled with descriptions of a bright future, made it difficult even for optimists to truly accept the possibility of the "Great Harmony" ideal of "land to the tiller" being realized. But what did it matter? Even if it failed, it would merely be another upheaval experienced by a warlord force in this chaotic world. Although this warlord force had demonstrated an inexplicably strong power in the past two years, the most likely sound in people's hearts, amidst the fierce debates about challenging the grand ideal of "land to the tiller," was probably a low sigh.

However, just like a scene of taking a segment from the vast historical tide and looking down upon it, the turbid waters of the chaotic world scattered into countless chaotic fluids in a dangerous bend. November, the fog on the plains remained as ordinary as ever, and the winter sky still carried a gloomy, grayish haze. A new round of reforms in the southwest was beginning to stir.

Looking back from the future, the most critical historical juncture was occurring at this very moment, but those living in the present were unaware of the significant impact their existence would have on posterity.

Because reality itself was undergoing drastic changes at every moment. Since the Jurchen's first southward invasion in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, several disasters sufficient to destroy the country, countless city massacres, killings, and widespread suffering had occurred on this land. These intense changes mostly resulted in negative outcomes. People grew weary of these changes in such an environment, but they also gradually became accustomed to them.

A change involving a hundred villages and over two hundred thousand people, although filled with descriptions of a bright future, made it difficult even for optimists to truly accept the possibility of the "Great Harmony" ideal of "land to the tiller" being realized. But what did it matter? Even if it failed, it would merely be another upheaval experienced by a warlord force in this chaotic world. Although this warlord force had demonstrated an inexplicably strong power in the past two years, the most likely sound in people's hearts, amidst the fierce debates about challenging the grand ideal of "land to the tiller," was probably a low sigh.

However, just like a scene of taking a segment from the vast historical tide and looking down upon it, the turbid waters of the chaotic world scattered into countless chaotic fluids in a dangerous bend. November, the fog on the plains remained as ordinary as ever, and the winter sky still carried a gloomy, grayish haze. A new round of reforms in the southwest was beginning to stir.

Looking back from the future, the most critical historical juncture was occurring at this very moment, but those living in the present were unaware of the significant impact their existence would have on posterity.

Because reality itself was undergoing drastic changes at every moment. Since the Jurchen's first southward invasion in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, several disasters sufficient to destroy the country, countless city massacres, killings, and widespread suffering had occurred on this land. These intense changes mostly resulted in negative outcomes. People grew weary of these changes in such an environment, but they also gradually became accustomed to them.

A change involving a hundred villages and over two hundred thousand people, although filled with descriptions of a bright future, made it difficult even for optimists to truly accept the possibility of the "Great Harmony" ideal of "land to the tiller" being realized. But what did it matter? Even if it failed, it would merely be another upheaval experienced by a warlord force in this chaotic world. Although this warlord force had demonstrated an inexplicably strong power in the past two years, the most likely sound in people's hearts, amidst the fierce debates about challenging the grand ideal of "land to the tiller," was probably a low sigh.

However, just like a scene of taking a segment from the vast historical tide and looking down upon it, the turbid waters of the chaotic world scattered into countless chaotic fluids in a dangerous bend. November, the fog on the plains remained as ordinary as ever, and the winter sky still carried a gloomy, grayish haze. A new round of reforms in the southwest was beginning to stir.

Looking back from the future, the most critical historical juncture was occurring at this very moment, but those living in the present were unaware of the significant impact their existence would have on posterity.

Because reality itself was undergoing drastic changes at every moment. Since the Jurchen's first southward invasion in the thirteenth year of Jinghan, several disasters sufficient to destroy the country, countless city massacres, killings, and widespread suffering had occurred on this land. These intense changes mostly resulted in negative outcomes. People grew weary of these changes in such an environment, but they also gradually became accustomed to them.

A change involving a hundred villages and over two hundred thousand people, although filled with descriptions of a bright future, made it difficult even for optimists to truly accept the possibility of the "Great Harmony" ideal of "land to the tiller" being realized. But what did it matter? Even if it failed, it would merely be another upheaval experienced by a warlord force in this chaotic world. Although this warlord force had demonstrated an inexplicably strong power in the past two years, the most likely sound in people's hearts, amidst the fierce debates about challenging the grand ideal of "land to the tiller," was probably a low sigh.

However, just like a scene of taking a segment from the vast historical tide and looking down upon it, the turbid waters of the chaotic world scattered into countless chaotic fluids in a dangerous bend.