During the late Han Dynasty, the Liaodong region was controlled by Gongsun Du.

However, during this period, this area was a poor and desolate region with barren land, sparse forests, no grain production, and very low crop yields, which led to many people going hungry.

But there is one thing: this place produces livestock such as horses, cattle, and sheep.

Lu Li walked out of Haining Village, pondering what to do next. He had no internal energy left, and if he wanted to return to Yizhou, it would probably take at least two or three years, by which time it would be too late.

He looked around and thought to himself, "Besides Haining Village, there doesn't seem to be any other human habitation around here..."

The Bohai Sea region seemed to be deserted. Lu Li didn't know how long he had been walking. Hungry and cold, he finally realized that over the years, despite his high level of cultivation, he was almost losing his basic ability to survive.

Even though he's hungry now, he has no way to hunt for food to satisfy his hunger.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand why those ancestors, despite possessing such great strength, still led the human race to take matters into their own hands.

A martial artist is not just about fighting.

When he has no internal strength left, he is no match for ordinary people in terms of intelligence or survival skills. So, what skills can he rely on to survive?

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, shaking his head with a sigh.

At this time, darkness was falling, and a waning moon hung in the sky.

The sea was calm, with waves occasionally rising and extinguishing the fire.

As night fell, Lu Li found a dry rock and sat down.

He sat cross-legged and tried to activate his dantian, but failed many times.

Ruoshui permeated every meridian of his body, causing him to completely lose the ability to perceive the internal energy in his dantian.

He tried various methods, but all of them failed without exception.

Only then did Lu Li realize that of the three calamities, the most severe was the flood.

All things in the world originate from water, which is the gentlest, most benevolent, and purest.

However, the weaker something is, the more ferocious it becomes when it erupts, even capable of devouring gods.

"well."

Lu Li lay on his back on the ground, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, his heart filled with melancholy.

He cleaved the shackles between heaven and earth with a single sword strike, allowing the flow of Qi to circulate in the human world again, but unexpectedly, he lost his inner strength.

"That's fine too. Without internal energy, will I no longer be able to live forever?" Lu Li murmured.

Immortality has always been something everyone yearns for. Back then, Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, spared no expense in the country's resources to find the elixir of immortality.

For Lu Li, immortality was like a curse; all his closest and dearest loved ones had passed away, yet he had been clinging to life in this world.

Four hundred years—it's like a fleeting dream, but the world has undergone tremendous changes. When he awoke, everything had changed.

He did not desire immortality; if he had a choice, he would rather die in the Qin Dynasty.

Unfortunately, he did not make that choice.

He stared blankly at the sky, his eyes wide open, his heart filled with unbearable sorrow.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood flowed down his arm, staining the soil red and dripping onto the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Just then, his ears twitched as he heard footsteps approaching from afar, seemingly heading in his direction.

"Hmm?" Lu Li frowned.

At this moment, the footsteps in the distance became clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer. Lu Li immediately woke up from his sleep, his muscles tensing instantly, ready to counterattack at any moment.

"Huh?"

The footsteps stopped five meters in front of him.

When Lu Li opened his eyes, he saw a man wearing a leather robe, with a bow and arrow at his waist and a large bow on his back standing in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? Why are you here?" The man stared at Lu Li with equally wary eyes.

Lu Li looked the man up and down and found that his skin was slightly dark, his face was thin, his eyes were deep-set, his lips were thick, and his body was very strong with bulging muscles.

"Are you a hunter?" Lu Li asked.

The man nodded. Although Lu Li was also dressed in coarse linen clothes, his skin and face revealed that he came from a wealthy family.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you here?" the man asked.

"My name is Lu Li, I am from the Central Plains. I came to Liaodong with a caravan, but something unexpected happened on the way, and I was left all alone," Lu Li explained.

"I see. My name is Xu Ermao!"

Lu Li frowned and continued to press, "Is there anyone else living around here? Or is there anywhere nearby where I can stay temporarily?"

“Of course, my home is nearby,” Xu Ermao said with a smile.

"Could you please let me stay for the night, sir?"

"In that case, come with me." The man turned and walked back.

Lu Li followed closely behind Xu Ermao. There were villages nearby, so he could buy horses and then return to Yizhou.

Xu Ermao brought Lu Li back to the village. Their house was quite simple, a few thatched huts with wooden fences, and crossbows and knives hanging on the walls.

"Young man, is this your first time in Liaodong? Things have been quite chaotic here lately."

"There are wolves around here. You must not go out alone, otherwise, if you encounter a pack of wolves, your life will be in danger."

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Xu." Lu Li bowed in thanks.

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