If you had the chance to transmigrate through history, what would you change?
Lin Chuan had wondered the same thing.
Then one day, a mysterious scroll called the Scroll of Mending Heaven appeared before him.
From that moment on, he was no longer a mere observer of history.
Every time he opened his eyes, he became an ordinary person of that era.
He might be a border soldier building the Great Wall, or an obscure blacksmith’s apprentice; he might be a camp cook, or an insignificant courier at a post station…
No System to give him an edge, no invincible identity, and no shortcut to success.
He could only rely on his own hands to survive in troubled times and make his way, step by step, to the side of the figures whose names would go down in history.
There were so many people he wanted to save.
Huo Qubing, Yue Fei, Yu Qian, Zheng He, Sun Chengzong…
But the Scroll of Mending Heaven told him only this:
“History may remember its heroes, but it must not forget the regrets that should never have come to pass.”
And so a young man from a later age, carrying six hundred years of knowledge, stepped into the river of history spanning more than two thousand years.
He witnessed clashing swords and warhorses, as well as the warmth of ordinary life. He drank the border troops’ bitterest millet porridge and shared the last half of a sesame flatbread with an old soldier. He laughed, cried, lost, and fought on.
This is the story of an ordinary man’s gradual growth.
It is also a letter from home to the heroes and common people of five thousand years of Chinese history.
Ancestors, your descendant has arrived too late.
In this life, let me walk with you to the end of the road you never got to finish.
