When he came across the joke "v I am 50, resurrect Qin Shi Huang", Chen Xing was squatting in front of the pottery figurines in the burial pit of Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum.
She couldn't laugh.
The moment her fingertips touched her, she saw two thousand years ago:
The craftsman carved a secret mark on the bottom of the figurine, smoothed it with soil after carving, and looked up in the direction of the main tomb of Qin Shihuang's mausoleum.
She could just see.
And refused to close his eyes.
The cultural relics in the mausoleum began to have problems one by one: the real paintings were stripped off, the ancient characters were erased, and the standard instruments were tampered with.
Not tomb robbing. Someone is deliberately erasing the traces of real existence.
Eight abnormal cultural relics were connected to form a spiral arrow at the bottom of the pit, pointing directly to the depths of the sealed soil.
The world laughed at Qin Shihuang's quest for immortality and his delusion of immortality.
No one knows that there has always been a kind of cultivation method in this world, which uses cultural relics as the anchor, truth as the stage, and cultivates the truth that has been passed down through the ages.
Archeology is not her profession.
It is her way.
He was trapped in time with a group of nameless craftsmen in the spiritual platform that had been rotating for two thousand years under the Moling Mountains.
[The heroine has no CP｜Concentrate on cultivation and find the truth]
Purpose: Adhere to the heart of seeking truth, protect the truth of history, and let every life and name that has been lost in the dust be remembered.
