The Chinese Spirit Shines Across the Land: An Archaeologist Transmigrates and Refuses to Kill the Sages of Old

Behind the azure mirage towers rising above the vast waves, human civilization spread its wings and surged forward.

From then on, people could no longer pass down a single craft, a lineage of skill, a verse of song, or a page of fine writing... The towering edifices built over countless years from intangible cultural heritage collapsed in a single day, and calamities arose one after another, in more ways than one.

The boundless world of dust came with the azure mirage towers, crossing the waves like a solitary shadow creeping through the night, dragging all the myriad things of the human realm, bit by bit, into endless cold.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan with a legacy spanning millennia.

Never heard of me? That’s only natural. When time brings us together, you will come to know me and remember me.

I thought it would be an ordinary day, but one day I accidentally ended up in the ancient lands of the Han Dynasty. I thought that killing all the ancient sages would let me return to the present, but who could have guessed that everyone would embark on the path to godhood? Just as I became convinced that this world was a secret realm meant to forge the strong, all things in the world had already begun to march step by step toward extinction.