Boundless - Relics of the Imperial Mausoleum

Since the beginning of Hongmeng, the word "immortality" has been like stars hanging in the sky, attracting countless emperors, generals, talents and beauties to bend their backs. The Emperor of Qin sent a boat across the sea to seek elixirs, Han warriors built a platform to pray for immortality, and Emperor Tang Zong made alchemy pills in his later years to defy heaven. For thousands of years, the nine-fifth great man sat on the nine cauldrons and lamented that his life span was short, and the great heroes held thousands of armies and lamented that time is fleeting. They traveled all over the mountains and rivers, exhausting all their magic skills, using their power to dominate the world, and swallowing up the mountains and rivers with power, in an attempt to break through the shackles of life and death, but in the end they could not withstand the passage of time, and they only remained in the history, sighing helplessly that they could not get what they asked for. However, the desire for immortality has never been extinguished by success or failure, and human ambition has never been imprisoned by fate. From the ancient fireworks in the alchemy furnace to the searching actions of later generations; from the obsession in temples to the hopes of the ordinary world - this pursuit of eternity has long been engraved in the bones and blood of mankind. It is the cinnabar that has not cooled before the emperor's bed, the immortal obsession under the hero's sword, and the common gaze of millions of people across time and space. Even if the physical body eventually turns into dust, the pursuit that is born upward and goes far away is like a rushing river, as vast as a star river, boundless and boundless, and will never end. This is a question about life and death, a writing about desire, and a hymn dedicated to the eternal ambition of mankind: Even if the road ahead is unclear, I will go there.