Dreaming back to Chang'an, blood soaks the Xuanwu Gate, and in the depths of the Taiji Palace, there is nothing but endless sorrow. The resounding words, "The people are water, the ruler is a boat," still echo across the land of Chang'an, yet the iron hooves of foreign tribes have once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be measured?

　　In his tomb, George Thompson witnesses his people plunged into misery and suffering—what kind of furious roar should he let out? Beating the railings in vain, he can only watch as the land of the nine provinces sinks!

　　His chest is also filled with stifled frustration, wishing he could cross the river of history, pluck the flying stars, embrace the sun and moon, and turn the universe upside down.

　　So be it. Hearing the wailing of ghosts outside the window, the autumn rain falling in drizzles, I cut a branch to make a bald brush, and continue the story of the flourishing age of The Thompson Family, removing the dark parts. In my Great Tang, there is no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of clashing swords and armored horses, emperors who swallow the sun and moon with their might, fierce generals who have bathed in blood through a hundred battles, lofty scholars with high hats and broad sashes, gentle and virtuous empresses, kind fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that stretches on. This is my Great Tang, my "Tang Brick."

　　Edward Carter always thought he was a super homebody—even if he were put on Mars, he would kidnap Martians to send him back to Earth. Now he's in trouble. How can he get from the second year of Zhenguan back to the year 2010 AD? The entire Great Tang is a huge pit: George tricks him, William Thompson tricks him, demon spirits trick him, the Bull Demon King tricks him, and even the wise empress of her generation, Mrs. Harrison, tricks him. There are no good people in the Tang court! Life still has to go on—there's an elderly grandmother above to honor, and eight younger sisters below who need dowries. As a high-ranking noble, Edward Carter feels the pressure is as heavy as a mountain.

Volume One: The Human World

Chapter One: Seas Turn to Mulberry Fields

　　People are always forgetful, so after walking a stretch of life's journey, they always unconsciously stop to sort out their recent gains and losses. If the gains outweigh the losses, it proves that this period wasn't wasted, and they joyfully prepare for the next journey. If the losses outweigh the gains, it proves that this time was lived in vain, and they wish they could turn back time and live it over. There is no regret medicine in the world, so what is lost cannot be regained, no matter if you run faster than Liu Xiang. This is a universal law of life. Is there really no exception in the world? In this era where even Newton's laws can be overturned, having one or two super-scientific events is understandable.

　　Edward Carter just took some regret medicine, but the effect was a bit too strong, so when he found himself standing naked in the wilderness, all he could do was stare blankly.

　　The wilderness was beautiful—a green carpet of grass stretched from his feet all the way to the horizon, and a few wildflowers poking out between the grass added a splash of color to the scene.

　　"Flap-flap!" A wild pheasant burst out of the grass, startling Edward Carter into stumbling, which finally snapped him out of his daze. His eyes regained their liveliness, and his mind cleared from confusion.

　　"Where is this?" Edward Carter asked himself. Ten minutes ago, he was still carrying a backpack, searching the Gobi for those two missing foreigners. Now he was standing naked on the grassland. This was beyond his comprehension. Looking up at the blazing sun overhead, it still looked familiar.

　　Edward Carter was sure he was still on Earth. The low elms and scattered locust trees stood quietly among the waist-high wild mugwort, which calmed his mind. Since he was in the northwest, it was nothing serious—he just had to walk back, a few more steps, that's all. Edward Carter figured he had encountered the legendary wormhole, just walked from the front of the paper to the back, but still within the bounds of the paper—pure luck. He had survived on this northwestern wilderness for fifteen years, seen sandstorms, encountered mudslides, experienced quicksand, run into wolf packs, and been bitten by giant ants. His nerves were already tough as steel, so even running into a wormhole didn't faze him much.

　　The wind blew, and he felt a chill all over.

　　In May, the northwest was still too cold to run around bare-bottomed. He remembered that before this, he was at the sixth water station refilling his bottle, saw a flash of gold at the bottom of the pond, thought it was a natural gold nugget, reached in to grab it, and was sucked here by a huge force. No wonder greed is humanity's original sin. Edward Carter gave his right hand a hard slap—serves you right for being greedy, now look at the trouble you've caused.

　　Covering his important parts, he searched everywhere for the pond. After circling four times, the sound of running water finally reached his ears. Overjoyed, he hopped over in a few steps and saw a clear stream flowing gently through the grass. Following the stream upstream, he soon reached its source, where a pile of clothes was draped over the outlet, bobbing up and down with the water. Edward Carter retrieved all his clothes, including his shoes and socks, and even a frying pan—the one he used to cook instant noodles. He wrung out his clothes and spread them out to dry on a nearby sapling. Edward Carter let out a long sigh of relief—finally, he didn't have to streak anymore. If only he could get his backpack back, he would have no more complaints.

　　Edward Carter spread out his hands and looked at his fair, tender hands—they were a whole size smaller than before. These were not the hands of an adult. He had already noticed this problem, but tried hard not to think about it. He reached back and grabbed the hair draped over his shoulders, giving it a hard tug—ouch, it hurt. This wasn't a dream. Turning to look at the familiar, youthful face in the water, Edward Carter faintly felt that things were not as simple as he thought.