The moment the disaster failed, I knew——
The so-called disaster has never been God's will.
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My name is Yun Yi, the last immortal cultivator in modern times.
I endured eight lightning strikes at the top of Mount Everest, and when the ninth struck, I saw something I shouldn't have seen—
The shadows of twelve bronze giants formed a circle and looked down at the world.
Those were the twelve golden men of the Qin Dynasty.
A cold voice exploded in my head:
"No. XII-Earth-0057, cleanup process initiated."
Then I died.
Alive again.
When he woke up, he was kneeling on the Xianyang execution ground with the knife on his neck. Someone nearby shouted: "It's three quarters past noon! Behead!"
I became Xu Fu.
It was Xu Fu who deceived Qin Shihuang into going to sea to seek immortality, and finally ran away to Japan.
——No, it's Xu Fu who is about to be beheaded.
