As mid-January approached, the New Year's atmosphere grew day by day.
The humans struggled through the fourth year after the mutation, and by the solar calendar, Chen Shouyi had turned 20.
This period was undoubtedly his happiest and most peaceful time.
Ever since reuniting with Zhang Xiaoyue, his monotonous and tedious life seemed to be infused with a touch of brightness, and everything became vividly alive.
But he knew in his heart that the current calmness was merely a castle built on sand, liable to be washed away at any moment. The God of Lightning would inevitably return one day, and the other Barbarian Gods with powerful divine powers in the other world wouldn't allow Earth, such a vast and fertile resource of faith, to be monopolized by the God of Lightning. They could descend at any moment.
The human situation remained dire.
He looked out the window, where long icicles hung from the sill, reflecting a gem-like cold light under the dim yellow light of the night:
