I was the youngest physics PhD in MIT's history, a widely recognized genius.
When I woke up, I had somehow become an ordinary Daoist priest in the prosperous Great Tang.
At first, all I wanted was to quietly tinker with a few inventions to make life better.
That was until the day I met a beautiful nun with a defiant gaze in the back courtyard of Ganye Temple.
Her name was Wu Mei.
I said, “Want to get out of here? I have a way.”
She sneered. “I have already renounced the world.”
I pointed to the sky. “I can have the Great Tang's cavalry ride on thunderclouds and conquer Tibet in half a month.”
Later, Wu Mei became empress, and a sign reading “Academy of Heavenly Craft” went up outside my laboratory.
Later still, the Tang dragon banner flew over the kingdoms of the Western Regions, and even lands farther away.
The empress wrapped her arms around my neck and asked, “Ye Tian, where is your hometown, really?”
I gazed at the stars. “Your Majesty, would you believe me if I said I came from a thousand years in the future?”
My first novel (self-promotion)