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

Qin Tian's needlework skills weren't great, but he could at least sew a wearable garment.

He used a plant fiber found in the forest, which was processed to become soft and tough. Although it was not as luxurious as silk, it was much better than the T-shirt and jeans he had worn for five years and were now tattered.

He also tried to do some other things.

For example, pottery, simple tools, and even research on how to extract metals from ores, although there are no plans to actually do so yet.

These handicrafts serve two purposes: firstly, to meet practical living needs, and secondly, to provide relaxation during breaks from spiritual practice.

The daily practice can become somewhat tedious. Occasionally, a change of pace and doing something else can actually bring greater peace of mind.

ten years.

Ten years have passed.

Five more years passed.

fifteen years.

Twenty years ago, when Qin Tian transmigrated to this world, he was a twenty-two-year-old young man who had just graduated from university and was confused and anxious about the future.

Twenty years later, he sat cross-legged on that familiar open space, surrounded by the wooden house he had built himself, the tables and chairs he had made, and the simple but practical tools.

Everything is different from what it was twenty years ago, but everything is just as quiet as it was twenty years ago.

Then, on an ordinary morning, Qin Tian felt a crack finally appear in the bottleneck within his body, which was as solid as an impenetrable wall.

Qin Tian caught it.

All his attention was focused on that tiny crack, and the Yuan energy within his body surged forth like a burst dam, frantically impacting the crack.

Once, twice, three times... each impact widened the crack a little, and each widening was accompanied by tearing pain.

Qin Tian's body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground where it instantly evaporated into a wisp of white smoke.

The Yuan energy within his body surged wildly through his meridians, like a giant dragon that had been bound for thousands of years, finally finding an opportunity to break free of its shackles.

Each impact was more violent and more unstoppable than the last.

boom--

It was as if something between heaven and earth had been shattered.

Qin Tian felt his body suddenly become light and airy, as if it had no weight.

He opened his eyes and found that his line of sight had become higher. He was slowly rising, his seated body leaving the ground and hovering in mid-air.

Yuanshi.

He did it.

Twenty years, a full twenty years of arduous training, from a disciple to a scholar, he finally succeeded.

Qin Tian hovered three feet above the ground, feeling the surging Yuan Power within his body, which was almost overflowing. That feeling was completely different from that of the Yuan Disciple realm.

Reaching the Yuan Tu realm granted him the strength of ten thousand jin, allowing him to shatter boulders with a single punch and run hundreds of steps in an instant.

The Yuan Shi realm is the control of Yuan power and the resonance with the power of heaven and earth.

He doesn't need to throw a punch or run; with just a thought, he can make his body float in the air, stand in mid-air, and soar freely between heaven and earth.

Qin Tian took a deep breath and slowly stood up in the void.

There was nothing beneath his feet, yet he stood as steady as a mountain, as if he were standing not on air, but on the most solid earth.

He tried to take a step forward.

He took this step in the void, and his body floated forward several feet.

Qin Tian's smile widened: "I've succeeded, Daoist Master! Hehehe!"

Successful.

It really worked.

Unable to contain his excitement, he suddenly lunged upwards.

Through the treetops, through the clouds, upward, upward, upward.

The wind howled in my ears, and the earth beneath my feet shrank rapidly. The forest turned into a green carpet, and the river into a silver ribbon.

Qin Tian hovered high in the sky, looking down at the earth below.

magnificent.

vast.

Two thousand years ago, the land had no skyscrapers, no industrial pollution, and no urban hustle and bustle.

Mountains, rivers, forests, and fields—everything retains its most pristine and pure appearance.

Sunlight bathed the earth, gilding it with a golden glow, and the distant horizon stretched into the endless distance, with no end in sight.

This is the Qin Dynasty.

This is the world he has lived in for twenty years.

Qin Tian stood high in the air for a while, then suddenly thought of something. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and then accelerated sharply—

Whoosh!

His body shot forward at an incredible speed, like a cannonball.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery before him was stretched into a blur of light and shadow, moving faster and faster, until a faint heat wave distorted the edge of Qin Tian's vision.

He mentally estimated the speed.

Ten kilometers per second.

This is the maximum speed for a Yuan Shi (元士) cultivator.

What does 10 kilometers per second mean?

The speed of sound in air is approximately 340 meters per second, or 10 kilometers per second, which is about 30 times the speed of sound.

At this speed, it would only take less than two minutes to travel from Beijing to Shanghai, and only about ten hours to travel from Earth to the Moon.

Qin Tian was immersed in the thrill of high-speed flight when suddenly he looked down—

His face instantly turned red.

clothes.

His clothes were instantly burned away by the intense friction with the air during the flight at thirty times the speed of sound.

Not even a single strip of cloth remained; everything turned to ashes and vanished in the wind.

The good news is that his health was not affected at all.

For someone at the Yuan Shi realm, this level of high temperature is nothing to worry about in terms of physical strength.

The hair is still there, the body hair is still there, and the skin hasn't even turned red.

The frictional heat at thirty times the speed of sound was like a warm breeze to him, gone as soon as it passed.

But the problem is...

He is now standing naked high in the air, completely unclothed.

Qin Tian quickly slowed down, changed direction, and flew back to his cabin at top speed.

When he landed in front of the house, he looked around before letting out a sigh of relief. He quickly went inside, rummaged through the clothes he had made, and hurriedly put them on.

After getting dressed, Qin Tian sat on the threshold of the wooden house and let out a long breath.

Twenty years have passed.

From the seventeenth year of Qin Shi Huang's reign to the thirty-seventh year of his reign.

From age 22 to 42.

From ordinary people to the realm of Yuan Shi.

He glanced at himself in the bronze mirror.

The person in the mirror looks even younger than before they time-traveled.

Her skin was fair and smooth, her facial features were distinct and deep, and her eyes were clear and bright.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, as smooth as if she had used the best conditioner.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and was incredibly handsome.

Qin Tian looked in the mirror for a while, then suddenly smiled.

He's 42 years old, but he looks younger and more handsome than when he was in his twenties.

If my classmates from my past life knew this, they would probably be insanely jealous.

After laughing, Qin Tian's expression gradually became serious.

He walked outside the wooden house, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

The 37th year of Qin Shi Huang's reign.

He remembers it very clearly.

Now, it has been thirty-seven years.

Qin Shi Huang was on his eastern tour.

Historically, he would have died in the sand dunes.

time is limited.

Qin Tian stood in front of the wooden house, his clothes fluttering gently in the wind, his long hair flying, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Your fascinating ancestors, just you wait.

I am coming.