He could breathe, he could feel the roughness of the bark, and he could even feel the thick rings in the trunk of the giant cypress.

He can see the clouds in the sky, he can step on the earth, and he can even feel the unique fragrance that comes from the soil.

He lived again, had life again!

"Brother Fusu. A voice popped into his head.

He remembered something. Yes, his morning light. His Xianyang, his younger brother, his Qin State.

His, the father, the dead father of the First Emperor.

The moment of life and death, a hundred years in the world.

After a long walk, the white light that lingered around him gradually faded, and he finally returned to the world.

As if he had been salvaged from the chaos, he felt that the loud noise in his head had faded away, and many familiar voices faded little by little, and the faces that could be seen with his eyes closed dissipated like flowing clouds that quickly crossed the sky.

He looked at the sky and the earth, at the distant cities and the roaring army, so familiar and so strange.

Gone, everything is gone. At this time, in the world, the white horse passed through the gap, and Qin Chu, Qi and Wei had long been gone, and Hu Hai and Zhao Gao had long been gone.

His family, comrades-in-arms, his humiliation and unwillingness, his country and family, were all crushed into dust in the face of time, raised in the air, and there was no trace.

It's all late. He knew it was too late.

The reincarnation of the human world is so cruel and cold, and everyone's fate is like an annual ring carved on a tree, which cannot be changed.

Time flows, and it will not stop because of a life or a soul.

What he didn't know was that from this day on, he would face endless years and life alone.

One day, 2,000 years later, he remembered the words he had heard when he was reborn, and felt the ridiculous mockery of fate.

He has lived for more than 2,000 years, and has lived for more than 2,000 years without old age or death.

He went to the West that he had never known before, and met people of all colors, he talked to the elves wandering in the woodland, he inquired with the dandelions passing by in the wind, he comforted the whales at the bottom of the sea, and found his way home for the lost geese...

He helped humanity to return wounded soldiers to camps safely, rescued orphaned mothers who could not afford to raise their children, orphanages and hospitals, hospitals, and the Salesian Bureau, all of which suddenly received large sums of gold, enough to feed and clothe the poor and keep the bereaved children growing up safely......

However, human beings take more than they give, and are always capricious between cruelty and kindness.

Wars have risen and fallen in many places in heaven and earth, and they have never stopped. Cannibalism between humans has not become history, but the norm. He floated weakly in mid-air, looking at the shattered land, mountains and rivers, and listening to the cries of rivers and rivers.

As he learned more about life, he seemed to see through the nature of the world.

When he was first reborn, the excitement of shaking his soul and the shock of traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers really made him live with gratitude for hundreds of years.

In the longer years that followed, more often than not, he was just a spectator, watching the world change, watching the war raging, listening to the weeping, wailing and prayers of the people. There is no shortage of careerists among mankind, and people from different countries share the same dream of conquering the world.

He thought it was ridiculous, life was so short, and it was rare for an ant to live for a hundred years, let alone a grand plan for thousands of generations.

There has never been a time in this world that can truly be peaceful for a long time.

The wheels of history are rolling forward, you sing and I appear, no one can stay in a high position forever. The fate of the superior is to be overthrown, and no human being can do it except for the catastrophe of nature.

All conquest and subjugation, domination and domination, are nothing more than the driving force that pushes the wheel of history forward.

Perhaps, as some scholars have said, without the change of one dynasty after another, mankind will stand still and not develop.

But so what? In the vast world and all living beings, who is not a drop in the sea of those years? No matter how great it is, in the end, it will only return to dust and return to dust. The glory of the past has become what people call atrocities in the progress of time.

Father, no matter how great you are, you never thought that you would become a tyrant and barbarian in the mouth of the world!

Those dreams that were once seem to be a joke now.

Gradually, he grew tired.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Without such fetters, there would have been no hope for him in this world. The life given to him by the soul of the emperor cypress tree was too long, so long that he could not see the edges, so long that he never felt that he was alive.

In 1618, the forty-sixth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, before he had a premonition that another battle was about to begin, he looked at the world tiredly and decided to return to the woodland and enter a deep sleep to meditate.

It is another long time, and it is a time that is endless, unattainable for human beings who are toiling for a living.

The sun and the moon flew shuttle, the white clouds and the dogs, and the end of the battle ushered in a short period of peace, and then it was still a battle. There is no shortage of dead bodies and new life on the earth. Between reincarnations, human beings have completed one era after another.

Human life is too short, and the soul transformation between heaven and earth does not carry emotions and memories. Every new life has the meaning of a new life, and every soul is cleansed through the river of cleansing through the soul to enter reincarnation when changing lives.

One afternoon. Like any afternoon in the past thousand years, there is nothing special. He was sleeping and meditating, when he suddenly woke up in a shaking shake.

He thought he would never return to the world, but he was forced to open his eyes and look between heaven and earth.

It's changed again!

"Wake up!" the ethereal voice sounded again.

The reincarnation of the world is stubble after stubble, and the only thing that remains constant is change itself.

As if dragged by something, he left the imperial tomb, left the woodland, and walked towards the world again, towards this new world.

Before the sun sank into the horizon, he returned to the world...