The Day I Wore the Book, the Immortal Died for the Hundredth Time

When I entered "Tian Qing Lu", the executioner's knife was already raised above his head. In order to survive, I shouted to the man holding a black umbrella outside the execution ground: "Xie Wusui, today is the hundredth time you die!" The black umbrella stopped. The next moment, the female general who had been reborn six times shot an arrow through my chest. Those who live forever lock the past, those who are reborn lock the future, and those who travel through books decide which period of history is true. We are not saviors, but anchors that allow the world to be destroyed again and again. His immortality, her next life, and my way home.