After I fell from the tower in Changsha during the Republic of China, I woke up in Zhang Qishan's military tent at the Nine Gates.
Lord Zhang sneered when they first met: "You are a hundred years old, but you only have a twenty-year-old face?"
I hid my identity as a time traveler, but I was imprisoned in a dungeon by Chen Pi Asi and used as an elixir of immortality. I was skinned and bled and suffered for several years.
Until the bronze door opened, modern Zhang Qiling was seriously injured and fell at my feet.
He stared at the hideous scar on my shoulder, but the ancient knife struck his palm: "Use my blood to replace yours."
When the final door is about to open, black mist pours into the passage of the real world.
I pushed Zhang Qiling into the vibrant sunshine.
"It's your turn to go home this time."
Turning around and stepping into the eternal vortex, his roar burned on his back.
——It turns out that the price of immortality is time. When I am no longer afraid of time, I lose the qualification to die.
