“If history is a lie, where can the truth be found?”
“For generations, my Pei family has guarded history. But it turns out we were the first to alter it.”
When seventeen-year-old Pei Yanzhi inherits the family’s ancestral golden casket, he believes himself to be a guardian of history, until he discovers that:
· Future technology appears in Chang’an during the Sui and Tang dynasties
· A mechanical army lies dormant deep inside the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang
· The dead, who should have passed on, are active in different dynasties
Most chilling of all, the ancestral golden casket suddenly issues a warning: [Signature of the 37th major historical alteration matched: Pei bloodline]
The mysterious girl Wu Qiqi drops from the sky, bringing an even harsher truth: “What we believe to be real has always been fiction.”
In this time-and-space mystery spanning a thousand years, Pei Yanzhi faces the ultimate choice: reveal the truth and bring the world crashing down, or perpetuate the lie and become the next to rewrite history?
The question: If history itself is a lie, how should we define ourselves?
