Experiencing the World of Mortals Is Also the Road to Eternal Life

He seeks immortality, does not kill monsters, and does not change his fate. I swallowed my first grievance among the corpses of the Yellow Turban, picked up half a poem from the ruins of Anshi, and heard thousands of cries at the head of Jingkang City. Kill one person, save ten thousand people, kill. The evil spirit that penetrates into the bones is not magical power, but the debt of a living person. A dynasty is like a candle, it burns out and burns again. He stood, silent, motionless, immortal. Those who observe history do not do it to change their lives, but to remember their souls.