At this moment.
Somewhere in the wilderness, within a mountain hollow.
Wang Dafan set out a small jug of wine, a bowl of pork head meat, and a pot of stewed chicken, eating and drinking by himself.
Being an Immortal had far too many benefits.
For example, he did not have to worry about getting fat from eating, high blood pressure, or ruining his body.
At worst, he could simply switch to another one.
Just like playing a single-player game, he could easily abandon a save file.
Because he could freely choose another path.
But that would not work in an online game.
He had finally witnessed the fall of the Qin Dynasty.
Sure enough, as long as he patiently kept at it, an Immortal could defeat anyone.
Because time stood on his side.
The advantage of time was the greatest advantage of all.
He had now seen the Qin Dynasty's ending.
No one could find his true weakness.
Not even Qin Shi Huang, as he had said.
Unless he made a suicidal mistake himself.
Honestly, who could know whose body he had reincarnated into? How difficult was it for Ordinary People to leave traces in history? Many people paid with their lives and everything they had, yet failed to leave behind even the slightest mark.
Only those who truly accomplished great deeds—or whose influence was great enough—could leave behind a little trace, whether they did good or evil.
So he was actually very safe.
However, a thought suddenly occurred to Wang Dafan.
Should he try writing down the course of history himself?
He had experienced it firsthand.
All of a sudden, he felt that he ought to write it down.
That way, when someone dug it up tens of thousands of years later, it would surely be quite interesting...