In the blink of an eye, fifteen years had passed.
Wang Mang's Xin dynasty had already become the target of widespread resentment, and the people could no longer endure their suffering.
Rebel armies kept emerging across the land. Even Wang Mang's Imperial Preceptor had rebelled, changed his name to Liu Xiu, and been chopped into a hundred pieces by Wang Mang.
Now.
In Kunyang City, a small city not far from Chang'an, a rather righteous rebel force had gathered. It was called the Greenwood Army.
The righteous outlaws of later generations had originated from here.
At this moment.
In an alley within Kunyang City, Liu Di stepped out of a black vortex.
He looked around in a daze.
The uncontrollable Time Halberd truly was a double-edged sword. It could save his life in a crisis—he had to give it credit for that.
But where had it thrown me this time?
Liu Di slowly walked out of the alley.
He saw that this was a relatively small city.
Countless robust soldiers, weapons hanging at their waists, moved back and forth in high spirits.
The city's residents were also highly cooperative. They either did everything they could to provide supplies or quietly stayed indoors to avoid causing trouble.
Liu Di suddenly spotted the flag in a soldier's hand—Greenwood.
Then Liu Di glanced at the plaque above the inner side of the city gate—Kunyang City.
Liu Di's spirits surged.
The Kunyang Greenwood Army!
This was a force that had only formed several years after Wang Mang established the Xin dynasty!
Moreover, this force before him had already taken Kunyang and was beginning to grow in power.
That meant his third Time Halberd had sent him many years into the future—at least ten years!
Liu Di sighed.
History truly could not be changed so