Not a beginner’s story, not mindless, and paced slowly.
A strange lotus opens an ancient path; I look back, and the mortal world has become immortal.
Ever since he could remember, Shi Mo had been trapped in the same dream.
After crossing eight hundred li of the Qin River region, he finally found the blazing lotus from his dream.
When he awoke from the dream, Shi Mo discovered that he had transmigrated into the Qin era of his dream.
“Even an immortal must bow before me!”
Ying Zheng watches the immortal who appeared out of nowhere with a cold expression, as the sword in his hand softly rings.
But Shi Mo just smiles and greets him:
“Long time no see, old friend.”
