The chaos in the Central Plains was indeed not chaos confined to a single nation or region.
Feng Xian's description had already been abbreviated.
Moreover, it was a summarized description given from a far-sighted perspective.
If one lowered their gaze—
To this land called the Central Plains—
The atrocities that had occurred, were occurring, and would occur were countless. The dead, human and beast alike, could not be counted in tens of thousands, thousands, or hundreds, but in millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.
In any world, one's fist was everything.
Perhaps possessing extreme strength did not mean one would harm others.
But without any strength at all, one would certainly be harmed by others.
Everything existed on the foundation of survival.
Even emotions were a luxury built upon being alive. After all, if simply staying alive was already a wish beyond reach, there would be no energy left to speak of feelings, much less give birth to such thoughts.
"These days are becoming more and more unsettled."
A small nation spanning hundreds of thousands of miles.
Outside a prefectural city near its southern border.
Inside a teahouse beside the main road.
Several middle-aged men dressed as guards walked into the teahouse, cursing under their breaths. They ordered a pot of tea and several plates of cold dishes, then chatted as they ate. "The Manmang Mountain Range to the south has become the battlefield of two experts. Witnesses sent back word that it appears to be a clash between two Dou Zuns. From now on, merchants will probably have to travel north. More precisely, in directions farther away from the Central Plains..."
"Traveling farther from the Central Plains means the costs, losses, and profits probably won't match up. Don't make one trip only to find that the