The journey of looking back through history was magnificent, yet incredibly long, and it was all too easy to become lost in it.
Moving through one fragmented slice of history after another was an immense test of the human will. Whether they were emperors and generals recorded in historical materials or peddlers and laborers whose names no one knew, once you personally experienced their history, they were no longer merely a series of images in the memories of history, but real beings of flesh and blood. They had their own joys and sorrows, their own happiness and anger. Whether they lived as heroes in epic tales or passed their entire lives in mediocrity, they would leave indelible marks in the spacetime that belonged to them.
As a passerby, Hao Ren did everything he could to place himself in the position of an observer, maintaining a detached third-party perspective throughout this journey of looking back through history—because he knew that only by preserving this observer's perspective could he remain himself as he completed this ten-thousand-year historical road, instead of being devoured and assimilated by the endless historical illusions.
Maintaining this state was not easy. For an ordinary person, it was probably an impossible task, but Hao Ren had persisted through it by relying on the mindset he had developed over the past few years as an "inspector."
One jump after another, one journey into the past after another, meeting Vivians from different periods in history time and again, then hurriedly bidding them farewell and embarking on a new journey.
Not every journey into the past was worth recording in detail, nor could every awakening of Vivian proceed according to plan. But no matter what, Hao Ren and his friends had continued onward. Their journey across the Siberian snowfield and that trip