1046 BC, Chaoge.
The purple stars flickered in and out of the night, and under the sky that had not changed for three thousand years, the sounds of fighting at the Nantian Gate could be faintly heard. The pagoda of King Li Tianwang was knocked down from the clouds for the third time and hit the remaining broken wall of Buzhou Mountain. The splashed gravel penetrated the clouds and fell into sparks at the head of Chaoge City.
The old soldier at the gate of the city raised his head and spat, then put the bronze sword on the ground and paused: "The fucking Emperor is changing again? This is the third time this month."
The young soldier next to him shrank his neck: "Uncle Wang, I heard that the Dragon King of the West Sea has occupied the throne this time and is moving all the corals from the East China Sea to the Lingxiao Palace."
"It doesn't matter who sits on the dragon's throne," the old soldier stuffed a piece of dry biscuit into his mouth, "Let's guard this city gate and don't let the spirits from outside the city sneak in. This is better than anything else."
They didn't notice that in the shadow at the base of the city wall, a man wearing blue overalls and stained with oil was holding his head and groaning. His name is Su Jun. Three hours ago, he was connecting wires next to the assembly line of an electronics factory in Dongguan. As soon as the wire strippers in his hand touched the live wire, a white light exploded in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he fell from the workshop in 2024 into this wild land smelling of blood.
In the pocket of the overalls, there is still a half-eaten piece of egg yolk pie. The production date "2024/05/12" on the package glows coldly in the setting sun, like a mocking joke.
