The rainfall in the Tianzhou Plateau is the lowest in all of Kyushu, which can even be said to be a blessing in disguise.
In the past, the plateau lacked water, and people could only rely on the few rivers left by the melting of icebergs. In the past, there were very few people living here, mostly small nomadic tribes.
Also, as it is a sparsely populated area, monks rarely come here, causing monsters to run rampant and nomadic tribes to not go deep into Tianzhou.
However, things are different now. Due to heavy rains, the precipitation in Tianzhou has been increasing, and many places are covered with lush green grass. Under the scouring of rain, the plateau will become a new plain, a fertile land, and a place full of vitality.
But this process is long, perhaps taking 100 years, perhaps 200 years, or perhaps even longer.
At the same time, 200 million people migrated to Tianzhou, spreading human civilization across the entire plateau, and countless cities sprang up.
However, turning the plateau into new fertile land was just a distant hope. What really lay before the human race was the cruel reality of food shortage.
At this time, a long and drawn-out war would break out, with the humans marching in all directions and turning their blades on each other until the plateau could feed the remaining people.
The same is true for all living beings in the world. As long as there is a food shortage, they will kill each other.
Li Changsheng was surrounded by a group of soldiers and bandits holding blades. Some of them were officers and soldiers of the former Kyushu dynasties, some were people from the underworld, and some were farmers. Now, under the torrent of the times, all of them were left with only naked ferocity.
There is red light in his eyes, blood at the corners of his mouth, resentment in his stomach, and he is a cannibal.
In the spiritual world, many ghosts and monsters are essentially the resentment of living beings, so whenever there is trouble, there will be demons and monsters rampant. The real cause of evil and monsters is human greed, which is the madness of people forced by the environment.
In troubled times, one cannot survive without being crazy.
The sword flashed, the lightning appeared, and the threat of soldiers and bandits was destroyed like masts and oars turned to ashes.
A cool breeze blew from the plateau, ashes flew under the Taoist's clothes, and only a leader holding a broken knife was left.
He sat slumped on the ground, looking at the Taoist priest with fear on his face.
"Which city are you from? Why are you banditring here? And why is no one here to stop you?"
The bandit leader, who had a fierce look on his face, was so frightened that he pissed himself. Facing the Taoist's calm and indifferent gaze, he could hardly control his mind and could only stammer in response: "Class B Deep City, we are ordered to kill passers-by here and store military supplies in preparation for the future battle for the world."
Halfway through his words, the bandit leader's face turned completely pale, and he felt only boundless fear engulfing him.
"Whose orders are you following? How can you say you're fighting for the world?"
"The Lord of Shencheng said that the gods no longer want this world, and they don't intend to care about us mortals. The food between the cities is not enough for a year, so the extra people must be killed."
"Now it's being rumored all over Tianzhou that the gods are going to reduce the number of people feeding them. I heard that from the gods a year ago."
"I was forced into a desperate situation. Please spare my life. Please have mercy on me."
With a sigh, the bandit leader turned into ashes in an instant.
They may have been forced to become bandits, or they may have done so for their own selfish desires. The dust of the times fell on mortals like a huge mountain, pressing everyone down and making them breathless.
This is also true for cultivators. Under the changes in the laws of heaven and earth, most cultivators actually go with the flow.
Li Changsheng would not blame them, whether they were cultivators or mortals. One should not ask others to take on responsibilities beyond their ability to bear, nor should one blame others for evading responsibility.
But some things still need someone to carry them.
The Taoist looked up at the boundless sky with a deep and distant gaze. There were endless stars in the sky, and among the stars there was a star called the Soldier that was opening a road towards him.
Soldiers are born.
This is the way of endless life, the way of reincarnation of all things in heaven and earth.
As long as he can master it, with a single thought he can make the vegetation within a hundred miles grow lush, and with a single drop of blood he can be reborn as long as he is still alive.
"The soldiers are the masters, the soldiers are the warriors."
Li Changsheng retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward with his head down. In a vision that the creatures of heaven and earth could not see, strands of laws above the heavens fell on one person.
This is something that countless powerful people throughout history have longed for. For others, this is a blessing from heaven and the way to enlightenment.
But Li Changsheng just shook his head and refused.
Two thousand years ago he had understood that the way that conforms to his own principles is not his own way, so why should he make the same mistake again?
Li Changsheng waved his hand slightly and spread his own path in the desert. The starlight was like a prairie fire, which would eventually burn out this chaotic world.
There was an old poplar tree with branches covered with white silk. On each silk was hung a corpse, all of them were old people.
An elderly man also took a piece of white silk and hung it on the tree with difficulty. Then he stepped on a bench, stretched his neck and moved his feet.
With a thud, the old man fell straight to the ground, and the white silk fell off the sheath and fell into the hands of a Taoist priest.
"Old man, why are you committing suicide?"
The old man squinted his eyes and stared for a long time. He could only vaguely see a figure, but he didn't know who it was.
But it doesn't matter anymore. He replied in a slightly numb tone: "I'm old and can't work anymore. I can't even eat two mouthfuls of food. Living is just a trouble to my family. I might as well find a broken tree to hang myself on."
Li Changsheng looked up at the bodies hanging on the tree and asked, "Did these people commit suicide as well?"
"Some are, some aren't, but they are all caused by lack of food. In previous years, with the help of the gods, even barren land could be turned into fertile fields, and one acre of land could produce 20 dan of rice. Although half of it had to be handed over, the food obtained was enough to feed a family of five."
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