I Save a City, Rescue Ten Thousand People, and Extend China for a Thousand Years!

"Not falling into the misconception of the Ghost Signal - Purification Protocol was already an exceptionally good outcome."

Su Wen did not continue the debate.

"Your question is far too vast. I'm not sure I can answer it, but if you only need one possible answer.

"I can try."

He merely took a step forward, then truly entered history—entered that fragment of Jiangnan, shrouded in misty rain and mottled with the scars of time.

The city was surrounded by war.

And Handsome Scholar strode in with effortless grace, his figure standing especially tall and refined amid the ruined walls and rubble.

Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, falling in scattered patches upon his face, weathered by learning, lending him an otherworldly air.

As he ventured deeper,

the surrounding scene seemed to awaken beneath an invisible force, slowly shifting to reveal the anguish and desolation of the past:

Emaciated parents, dressed in rags and haggard of face, knelt amid the ruins, clutching one another tightly as tears silently rolled down their cheeks, wailing for the children they had lost.

In the dust not far away, a one-armed soldier's face was pale. He leaned with difficulty against the base of a crumbling wall, rusted weapons scattered beside him—the proof that he had once defended this land.

The elderly sat or lay where they were. Though dawn had come, its light only seemed to lengthen their hunched shadows.

Time had left behind nothing but traces of pain.

Yet amid this ruin and misery, a handful of nobles and officials were hurriedly preparing to flee.

Their carriages raced past, hooves clattering in frantic disorder and kicking up clouds of dust. They did not care whether they trampled or even killed refugees who already had nothing.

But Handsome Scholar did not simply turn a blind eye