Two years ago, a large group of outsiders suddenly arrived at the mouth of the Heilongjiang River. They were ragged, exhausted, hungry, and injured, which made them start to doubt whether coming here was the right or wrong decision.

The nearly 100,000 refugees are composed of several tribes. In order to compete for the already scarce food reserves and the slightly better fishing grounds, the tribal leaders quarrel all day long, and conflicts occur constantly. The fragile alliance is on the verge of collapse.

But no one dared to question the leader's decision, because their hometown was already a battlefield, and more importantly... because the leader was a powerful cultivator.

Ji Wu never participated in the disputes between tribal leaders. He would only kill the leaders who went too far. At this point, besides using iron-fisted methods to forcibly subdue the various tribes, perhaps the only option was to pray to save these poor people who had left their homes.

Ji Wu built a temple at the river mouth, a temple in the style of the Great Xia Dynasty, and he prayed devoutly that the nobleman would keep his promise.

“Go east from Ulan-Ude until you reach the banks of a great river that flows from south to north. Follow the river north until you see the sea and wait for me there.”

Ji Wu was able to lead these Rakshasa people all the way to this river mouth only because of Qin Mo's words of encouragement; otherwise, the group would have fallen apart long ago.

"There are ships at sea..."

Ji Wu would never forget Lev's howl at that time. Lev was on the verge of collapse and had been praying with Ji Wu in the temple. Just as he came out to release the water, he looked up and saw the two-masted exploration ship.

The Rakshasa people never believed in Bodhisattvas, but ever since then, the area in front of the temple at the river mouth has been filled with Rakshasa worshippers. Ji Wu also named this land "Temple Street".

The ship was loaded with grain, cloth, and even ironware. Although it couldn't completely solve the problem of food and clothing, people finally stopped dying. All the Rakshasa people felt that good days had finally arrived.

Not only did the Great Xia Dynasty look down on this wasteland, but the orcs also had no energy to govern this place. Within a radius of a thousand miles of Temple Street, there were less than a hundred orc soldiers, who were simply unable to pay attention to Ji Wu and Lev and the others. They finally understood the significance of Qin Mo's decision to have them move eastward.

"Lev, you can't go on like this. All you do is worship Buddha and chase after girls. Is this how a tribal chief behaves?"

"Hey! Wu...you're wrong. It was the girl who contacted me first. They're both very grateful to us. We brought them a stable life, and we have the right to enjoy this relationship."

Since the Japanese fleet began arriving at Nikolayevsky Island every few days two years ago, Lev, the initiator of the eastward migration, has become a hero of the Russians. He is revered wherever he goes, and people will give him their best gifts to thank him, including their beautiful daughters.

“Lev, we can’t just take; we have to show our value. Go and urge Karma and the others to work on this. There’s a clear shortage of medicinal herbs this year. I don’t think you’ll go without wine all winter, will you?”

"Oh! Don't worry, Wu, I guarantee I'll gather the goods on time. If I don't... I'll sleep with Kama's wife..."

"well!"

Seeing Lev becoming increasingly unreliable, Ji Wu could only sigh helplessly, his gaze filled with worry as he looked outside.

I've come this far thanks to so many people who have supported me, given me votes, and subscribed. Thank you so much! I've been working hard, and I'll work even harder in the future!