"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?"
An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.
I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.
Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.
Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. 
Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

In Chengzhou, mountains stretch endlessly, yet the most renowned is none other than the divine Gegong Mountain, which spans across the southwest, its great mountain ranges sealing off the moisture from the sea from coming ashore. The land features firm and gentle terrain without springs, while sweet rain is seldom seen from the sky. Across the vast grasslands, spanning thousands of miles, not even shrubs taller than the hipbone can grow.


For tribes living a nomadic life, strict control over the population and pasture size is essential; otherwise, a heavy snowfall could leave them starving, freezing, and injured.


Yet, even with utmost caution, every few winters, small tribes vanish into the depths of the grasslands, some due to natural disasters, others due to calamities wrought by humans.


Chapter 1683 - Chapter 122: Benefit of the Mare of Chastity