In the battle of Changping, 400,000 Zhao soldiers were killed in a trap. Heaven and earth were grieved, and mountains of corpses were piled up.
Zhao Feng traveled through time and became the humblest corpse-carrying soldier in this Shura field.
No system, no dinging beeps.
The only thing he can do is to find out among the cold corpses the path to immortality that belongs to mortals - touching the dead corpses and stealing life.
The corpse pit of purgatory in the eyes of others was the breeding ground for him to linger.
Relying on this meager means, he survived the war between Qin and Liuhe, the tragedy of Chu-Han's struggle for hegemony, and became an immortal monster in the years.
He once tried to stop the overturning wheels of the Qin Dynasty with one person's power.
But God is ruthless, and the wheel of history is irreversible.
When the fate of dynasty change comes, he can only be forcibly erased by the years and fall into an endless sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the bright moon of Qin Dynasty had set, and the flag of Han Dynasty was red.
He stood on an unfamiliar street, his mind empty. He forgot how he struggled in the corpse pit of Great Qin, forgot the eternal emperor named Ying Zheng, and forgot why he wanted to wander in this mortal world.
Over two thousand years, he fell asleep again and again at the end of the dynasty, and woke up again and again in the next prosperous age.
Since you can't change the direction of history, then be the loneliest spectator in the long river of time.
This is a story of an immortal without a system, forgotten and remembered in the long river of time.
