Malin felt as if he were walking through a kaleidoscopic corridor, with time forming its walls. From the primitive world in the beginning, to the discovery of fire through friction, time flipped before his eyes like a spinning lantern.
Malin stopped in his tracks and saw an old man passing a crown to a middle-aged man, while the people below cheered.
It seemed so distant in history that Malin could barely make sense of it and could only move forward.
After walking some distance, without knowing why, Malin again came to a halt. This time, he saw a pyramid being constructed and slaves dragging blocks of stone.
Passing by them, he walked for an indeterminate stretch of time before once again coming to a pause.
It was another high platform. Someone was standing atop it, saying something. Below, soldiers listened intently. It was a silent tableau.
Judging from the style of leather armor and the physical traits of the people, could this be the pre-Han Zhou era?
