Among all the ancient planes, only the Three Kingdoms Plane was plunged into constant chaos.
The common people of that era truly lived in a state of perpetual panic day after day.
The moment they opened their eyes each morning, they would hear news that yet another place had been captured by someone's army.
The moment they closed their eyes each night, they would start worrying whether someone's army might march upon the city where they lived.
Only yesterday they had mobilized every able-bodied person in the family to plow a few mu of land, but if the enemy really broke through, wouldn't all the sweat and toil of their entire family go to waste?
Word had it that a certain fellow with a penchant for other men's wives was particularly enthusiastic about slaughtering the city's inhabitants after capturing a town.
Now they were in real trouble—not only would their fields be gone, but the lives of their entire family would be lost as well.
What kind of damned life was this? Why on earth had they been born into such a turbulent era?
How they envied future generations, who lived in such peaceful and prosperous times! They vowed that in their next lives, they must surely be reincarnated into that future era to enjoy blessings, even if it meant farming the fields for the rest of their lives.
It turned out that the world of later generations was filled with born workhorses because these ancient souls had prayed in their hearts, received the heavens' pity, and been reincarnated there.
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Chapter 143