Eighth Year of Daxing, Autumn.
It had already been eight years since Emperor Yuanjing ascended the throne, yet the dynasty's situation had shown no sign of recovery with Emperor Yuanjing's accession and tireless diligence. Instead, it had only accelerated downhill.
Floods, droughts, and locust plagues came one after another. Soldiers, bandits, officials, and gentry ran rampant across the fields, while the common people at the bottom could barely survive.
At the same time, the various military governors were like parasites clinging to the bone, withholding tax revenues, privately expanding their armored forces, and brazenly digging away at Great Yuan's foundations.
The Great Yuan dynasty's mandate stood as though it had fallen over a perilous cliff, showing ever clearer signs of collapse!
Especially in the third year of Daxing, after the Moth Bandits' rebellion swept across the Nine Provinces, and the imperial army was crushed between Tianxia Pass and the Northern Meng army attacking from front and rear, the court's prestige was utterly wiped out in a single day!
Even though the Old Ancestor of the imperial clan, Liu Jinghong—one of the three publicly acknowledged supreme grandmasters in the world—later personally emerged from seclusion, crossed thirty thousand li, and slew eighteen Moth Bandit leaders including Niu Dali, who had been attacking Tong Pass Fortress, punching through the Moth Bandits' army of six hundred thousand all by himself.
Without pause, he then headed north in pursuit of the Northern Meng army, which had swept away vast amounts of people and wealth from the three northern frontier provinces and was returning to the northern grasslands.
Again by his own strength, he killed seven high-ranking Northern Meng figures, including State Preceptor Wushan'er and Marshal Batu Eerdun. He charged back and forth through the entire Northern Meng army seven or eight times, leaving mountains of