Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, another five years had passed. After several years of tug-of-war, the situation in Central Province had entered a standoff. The Great Harmony Imperial Court in the northwest occupied a small part of Shanwu Road, as well as Shangning Road and Zhushan Road, locked in a struggle with the New Dynasty and the Southern Imperial Court across Xishi Road and Shanwu Road respectively.
To its south, the New Dynasty faced the great army assembled by the local strongmen of the three roads of True Sun Mountain; to its east and southeast, it faced the army under the Third Prince. The Third Prince, meanwhile, occupied most of Pingzhou Road and Qingpu Road, confronting the forces of the True Sun Mountain local strongmen and the southern Great Harmony Imperial Court to the south.
The war seemed to have suddenly entered a delicate balance. Perhaps after years of bitter fighting, the various regimes had grown familiar with one another's methods of warfare, leaving none of them able to do anything to the others.
But this balance was exceedingly fragile. All it would take was for one side to develop a problem, and a single hair being tugged would move the whole body. The various regimes could also use this chance to recover their strength. Once the balance broke, even fiercer bloody battles would follow.
Compared to the Central Province, which had calmed down, the fighting in the Northern Continent remained intense. Five years of bloody warfare had brought out the true fire in every side. In the strait between the Ice Mountain Archipelago and the Northern Continent, several skirmishes took place every day.
This strait had originally been called Tomorrow Strait, a name given by those cultivators who had gone to Ice City in search