I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

The leaves in the forest turn green and then yellow, then fall, then turn green again.

Qin Tian built a simple dwelling on that small open space, using branches and thatch to construct a shed that could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

He learned to make fire, to identify which wild fruits were edible, and to catch fish with a sharpened stick.

Life is simple yet fulfilling.

He cultivates during the day and at night. He cultivates while eating and even while walking.

The "Elemental Power Guiding Technique" was deeply ingrained in his bones, becoming an instinct. Without deliberate guidance, the elemental power would naturally flow into his body, tempering his muscles and bones, and filling his meridians.

One day in the fifth year.

Qin Tian sat cross-legged on the open ground where he had sat thousands of times, his eyes slightly closed and his breathing even.

The surrounding air was filled with Yuan energy, which surged wildly into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

His meridians were like dried-up riverbeds, now finally receiving a flood.

boom--

A muffled roar exploded within me, a tremor that surged from the depths of my soul.

Qin Tian's body trembled violently, and then everything returned to calm.

He opened his eyes.

Those eyes have changed.

His pupils became crystal clear, like two polished obsidian stones.

The world he saw had changed; the colors were more vibrant, the details were clearer, and he could even see the every movement of an ant's antennae on a distant leaf.

The changes inside the body are even more astonishing.

A surging power flowed through his meridians, like a great river rushing endlessly within his body.

He stood up and casually threw a punch—

call!

The fist whistled, creating a gust of wind that blew the bushes three zhang away in front of them erratically.

A small tree, about the size of a bowl, was struck by the force of a punch and snapped in half with a crack.

The realm of Yuan Tu.

It was achieved.

Qin Tian stood still, looking down at his hands.

Those hands had clearly defined knuckles, and a faint glow could be seen flowing beneath the skin.

He felt the power within him, a feeling that was hard to describe, like an ordinary person turning into a superman overnight.

The strength of ten thousand jin.

It truly possessed the strength of ten thousand jin (a unit of weight).

Qin Tian took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The moment the foot landed, the ground shook violently, and the fallen leaves were lifted up by the shockwave. Within a radius of ten feet, all the loose leaves and dust were shaken into the air.

A shallow footprint was left in the soil beneath my feet, and cracks spread outwards from the footprint in all directions.

This is the power of the Yuan disciples.

Qin Tian smiled.

Five years of cultivation, five years of solitude, five years of perseverance have finally yielded results.

He was no longer an ordinary college graduate who couldn't even kill a chicken; he had gained strength and the means to establish himself in this unfamiliar world.

Moreover, there was something even more surprising.

With the attainment of the Yuan Tu realm, his mind became clearer than ever before.

All the knowledge I learned in university, all the formulas, theories, and knowledge points that I thought I had forgotten, are now clearly present in my mind, and I remember every detail perfectly.

Calculus from advanced mathematics, mechanics and optics from university physics, grammar and vocabulary from English, and even the previously vague dynastic order and important events from the elective course "Ancient Chinese History" in my freshman year, are now like an open book, readily available for reference.

This feeling is amazing.

Qin Tian even began to recall the 300 Tang poems he had memorized as a child. Those poems that he had memorized and then forgotten, and those that he had forgotten to memorize, all surfaced from the depths of his memory at this moment, word for word.

Cultivation not only strengthened his body but also developed his mind.

With this power and this clear mind, he was finally able to go out and see what this world was really like.

After spending a few more days, Qin Tian found a stream and tidied himself up.

I haven't looked in the mirror properly in five years, and now when I do, I see that I've changed.

Her skin became smooth and delicate, all the pimples and acne scars on her face disappeared, and the contours of her facial features became more distinct. She looked several years younger than when she first transmigrated.

However, her hair grew very quickly; in five years, it had grown from short, choppy hair to shoulder length.

Qin Tian found a straw rope and tied his hair up, barely managing to look less sloppy.

He was still wearing that faded T-shirt and jeans, and his flip-flops were worn out.

But there was nothing he could do; he had no other clothes to wear at the moment.

With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, Qin Tian walked out of the forest where he had lived for five years.

At the end of the forest was a dirt road. The road wasn't wide, but you could tell that people and vehicles often passed by.

Qin Tian walked along the dirt road for half a day before finally seeing the first sign of human habitation.

In the distance, there were several low thatched huts with wisps of smoke rising from their rooftops.

He did not approach rashly.

Qin Tian's observational skills far surpassed those of ordinary people. He circled around to the vicinity of the thatched hut, found a secluded spot, and carefully observed the area.

The thatched hut was very simple, with walls made of rammed earth and a roof covered with thick thatch.

In front of the house, several people dressed in coarse linen clothes were busy. Some were chopping firewood, some were mending clothes, and a child was running around.

What caught Qin Tian's attention was their clothing and appearance.

Wearing a coarse linen garment with a cross-over collar and right-fastening front, her hair was tied into a bun on top of her head and secured with a wooden hairpin.

Men's robes were shorter for easier work, while women's robes were longer, but the fabric was equally rough and had obvious patches.

Qin Tian had only ever seen this style of clothing on television.

Pre-Qin period.

Qin and Han dynasties.

He wasn't quite sure, but this was definitely not the Ming or Qing dynasty, much less the Tang or Song dynasty.

The cross-collar and right-fastening style is too distinctive, as are the hair buns and wooden hairpins on the heads of those people, which are typical features of the pre-Qin period.

To confirm his judgment, Qin Tian acted cautiously over the next few days.

He hides during the day and acts at night, like a cautious cat, quietly approaching populated areas and listening intently to every conversation.

He could understand what those people were saying.

Although the accent is somewhat different from modern Mandarin, it is still generally understandable.

The language of these people has a strong archaic accent, and the usage of some words is different from that in modern times, but it is not difficult for Qin Tian to understand.

After several days of eavesdropping and observation, Qin Tian finally pieced together a fact that shocked him.

This is the Qin Dynasty.

It wasn't the cultivation world he imagined, nor some fictional otherworld, but the real and tangible Qin Dynasty from two thousand years ago.

At this very moment, it was the twenty-second year of Qin Shi Huang's reign.

Twenty-two years.