Chen Li had barely transmigrated when he was buried beneath a heap of corpses on the Changping battlefield. To stay alive, he fought with all his might and toppled Bai Qi’s warhorse. He thought he had survived by sheer luck, but the God of Death took him in as his final disciple. Wearing a fearsome mask and wielding a black spear, he carved out a path to survival amid the chaos of the Warring States.
Through the sea of blood at Changping, the raging tides of Hangu Pass, and a lone-handed rescue of a young dragon, Chen Li became a legend. When Ying Zheng bowed and called him master, and Ying Yinman, the eldest legitimate princess of Qin, drew her sword and vowed she would marry no one else, Chen Li still had no idea what fate had in store. Only after the Six States fell and the realm was united did he realize, to his horror, that he would never age or die. The beauties of the mortal world turned to bones, and emperors’ great achievements crumbled to dust. Donning a bamboo hat and slinging an ancient sword over his back, he set out alone into the next two thousand years.
It smells a bit like 5,000 years ago
It feels like a pauper's life in 2000