An immortality pill and a family disaster caused Su Heng, a minor official in the Qin court, to embark on an endless escape path.
I stole the elixir that the First Emperor desired, but personally pushed the family into the abyss. Immortality has given me the ability to heal all wounds, but it cannot cure the guilt of repeatedly tearing my heart.
From the war between Chu and Han to the torrent of dynasty changes, I carried two cold elixir bottles and wandered around in troubled times. I watched people around me being born, aging, and dying, but I always stayed at the age of twenty-eight, becoming a stranger in time.
When two thousand years of wind and frost fall on your shoulders, is eternal life a gift or the cruelest punishment?
This is an epic about loss and pursuit. In the gaps between dynasty changes, there is an undead's heaviest comment on "living".
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Mortals live forever, but do not have extraordinary powers. That's really miserable
Mortals live forever, but do not have extraordinary powers. That's really miserable