One Month (Part 2)

Xu Yuan naturally knew what that signified.

Wen Xinyun as the cause, the false Li Yaoxuan growing in power, and in the end, setting it off through Li Zhaoyuan's hand.

The moment it came to fruition, the undercurrents that had once threaded their needles in the shadows would become a torrent of overwhelming momentum, weighing upon his father's shoulders and forcing him onward even knowing the road ahead led to death.

The world was vast, but it could no longer accommodate the tyrant known as Xu Yinhe.

This was the world's stratagem against one man.

Life always brought short reunions and long partings. After bidding Lou Ji farewell in Great Yingzhou, Xu Yuan resumed the solitary road he had traveled before their chance encounter.

It was customary for scions of great clans to travel the world. Since arriving in this world, Xu Yuan's footsteps had unknowingly spread across more than half of the Central Plains Fourteen Provinces—from the Wanxing Mountain Range to Jingjiang Prefecture and Di'an, from Di'an to the Northern Border and the Western Desert.

Yet before this, wherever Xu Yuan went, he had always been in a hurry, wandering along official roads through places lit by the fires of human life; even when he left, it was only to return there.

Traveling the roads he had once taken again, however, Xu Yuan now passed almost entirely through desolate wilderness devoid of human traces, and the sights before him differed from those of the past.

Away from human habitation, Xu Yuan discovered that this land was truly beautiful.

Magnificent and vast, it gleamed in dazzling splendor like a priceless jewel.

Snow Plain.

Gobi Desert.

Grasslands where ten thousand horses thundered at full gallop, mountain ranges soaring into the clouds, and lakes situated inland yet as boundless as the sea.