From the Start, All I Had Was a Mouthful of Wild Dog Milk, and I Really Don't Want Immortality

People say: Nothing lasts forever. In the end, everything returns to oblivion. So God bestowed upon us wild dog milk. 《Humanity Fears Time, but Time Fears Wild Dog Milk》 《All Qin Shi Huang Wanted His Entire Life Was a Box of Wild Dog Milk》 《If Fang Yuan Had Drunk Wild Dog Milk, None of What Followed Would Have Happened》 《The Drink Huang Tiandi Loved Most as a Child Was Wild Dog Milk》 “Baby, how long will you love me?” “Wild dog milk.” 《We Don’t Say Forever. We Say: Wild Dog Milk》 Amid the chaos at the end of the Qin dynasty, Yang Ming, starving and freezing, unexpectedly drank some wild dog milk in blue packaging that had appeared from who-knows-where. Its expiration date: forever. Over the millennia that followed, the loved ones and friends around him grew old one by one, while he remained forever in his early twenties, his body as fit as ever. He could not be injured, could not fall ill, and could not even die. He lived through the Chu-Han contention and witnessed the rise and fall of the Han dynasty. He endured the chaos of the Three Kingdoms and saw the endless conflicts between Wei, Jin, and the northern and southern dynasties. He journeyed through the flourishing Sui and Tang eras and lived through the changes of the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. He took on countless identities, each time quietly vanishing from the world before anyone noticed anything unusual. All because of that one mouthful of wild dog milk.