The Great Jing has only just been established, and the flames of war have barely died out.
With nowhere else to turn, the young Li Hanzhou enters the Imperial City's Scripture Library and becomes an inconspicuous servant.
He has no spiritual roots or immortal bones, and no miraculous fortune from the heavens. All he wants is to stay alive.
While sorting through the charred remnants of ancient books, he comes across a fragment of an incomplete ancient cultivation technique.
There are no strange phenomena or shortcuts, only the day-by-day, quiet tempering of his body and the cultivation of his mind.
Hidden deep within the library, he sweeps floors and organizes scrolls, never revealing a thing.
The years flow by.
After decades, the servant colleagues who worked beside him grow old, their hair turning white and their bodies withering, until one by one they are laid to rest.
A hundred years pass in the blink of an eye. The Great Jing dynasty trembles, and its founding emperor, Xiao Jian, passes away.
Dynasties rise and fall, immortal sects flourish and decline, and the heroes of the martial world come and go.
Others seek eternal life, the Great Dao, and power.
Li Hanzhou had only wanted to live in peace, but by chance he steps onto the path of time, his body forever young and his lifespan endless.
He has seen the songs and dances of a golden age, and the bones left behind by an age of chaos.
Generation after generation, his friends' dark hair turns white, and they return to the earth.
The insignificant nobody of the Imperial City has quietly become someone whom emperors of later generations revere as a god, and the patriarchs of immortal sects bow to in respect.
Unmatched across the Nine Provinces, he sees through the illusion of life and death.
Yet across thousands of years, what binds him most has never been supreme power.
It is every chance encounter, and every old friend who shared a part of the journey with him.
Amid the ages, he is an ordinary traveler who has no wish to leave.
