An inscription etched into a bronze sword slept for two thousand years, awakening memories long buried within me.
From my departure from Xianyang to the bustling cities of today, I have lived through countless generations under an assumed name.
I am neither an emperor nor a sage, only a witness.
Through these endless years, I have finally understood: immortality is no blessing, but a lonely path of cultivation. They say no one in this world can escape time.
But I am still here.
For two thousand years, I have watched them come and go.
I have buried my closest brothers and witnessed the cruelest betrayals.
And now, I must write it all down.
Because the secret of immortality should not belong to me alone.
