Immortality: a Moment in the World

When thunder and lightning ripped through the prehistoric wilderness, Yan Wei never thought that he would become a prisoner of time. The bonfires of the Paleolithic Age were extinguished and rekindled in his eyes. The cold light of the bronze tripod had reflected countless changes in dynasties, but the scar on his forehead still stayed in the era when sky fires were everywhere. This primitive man, whose destiny was engraved in the long river of time, used four million sunrises and moonsets to measure the scale of civilization: he heard the thunder of Cangjie's creation of characters, touched the embers of the First Emperor's burning of books, and picked up broken arrows on the Chu-Han battlefield. When the bronze decorations of Shang and Zhou dynasties rusted into mud in his palms, and the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han Dynasties piled up into mountains on his shoulders, only the beating heart in his chest still kept the same throbbing as when it first saw wildfire. He is a spectator of civilization and a living fossil of history. Witness the absurdity of eternal life in the flames of Afang Palace, and taste the sadness of the hero's end in the cold night of Gaixia. Thousands of years have turned into ravines between the brows, but they cannot wash away the childlike curiosity in the eyes - until one day, the wind in Zhongnan Mountain lifts up the dust-covered stone slabs, and those memory fragments carved with oracle bones, bronze inscriptions, and seal scripts will eventually be pieced together in the sun to reveal the truth that transcends time and space.