History did not come to a halt just because a few people had died.
Whether they were emperors, treacherous ministers, heroes, or peerless beauties, it was all the same.
Time would always pass.
As it always had.
Fang Zheng stood before a grave on the hillside, staring silently at the tombstone before him.
Just as in history, Qin Shi Huang had died suddenly at Shaqiu during an inspection tour.
In fact, the people Fang Zheng had once known were the same. Xiang Shaolong and the others had long since passed away, and Qin Shi Huang would naturally be no exception. No one could escape the shackles of time. Other than the Time Dragon, everyone would be swept forward by its current until they reached their own end.
It was about time.
Fang Zheng reached out, placed a flower before the tombstone, and looked at the name engraved upon it. Strictly speaking, this was the first time Fang Zheng had truly felt the difference between gods and mortals. Time Dragons did not die, while mortals could only slowly grow old. Though Fang Zheng had long been mentally prepared for this, he had never expected his first experience of it to come here...
Perhaps this was one reason the Goddess of Order had given him this trial.
As a long-lived species, as a Time Dragon immortal and beyond time itself, Fang Zheng would have to face such a reality one day. Perhaps only a very few people could remain with him forever, such as Tilia, Hecate, Nymph, and Yui. They could all be considered half-immortal races. Kings of the Crimson Realm were unaffected by lifespan, and Artificial Angels and Electronic Spirits were clearly the same. But the others were harder to say, especially Black Cat, Asuna, Eriri, and the rest... Perhaps one