Thus, a Song Should Be Written!

The vast land beneath the changing sun and moon accelerated endlessly within the data simulation:

In spring, all things revived. Peach blossoms laughed in the spring breeze, willow fluff drifted through the air, and the water towns of Jiangnan lay shrouded in mist and rain, with little bridges, flowing streams, and homes presenting a scene of gentle delicacy; meanwhile, the northern lands were clad in silver, frozen for a thousand li, with snow drifting across ten thousand li.

Upon this vast land,

Dynasties rose and fell like the surging waters of a river, rolling ever onward, unstoppable.

From ancient myths and legends, to the bronze civilizations of Xia, Shang, and Zhou; from the unified realm of Qin and Han, to the flourishing golden ages of Tang and Song, and the cycles of rise and decline through Yuan, Ming, and Qing, every dynasty had left a profound mark upon this land.

Palaces and towers stood majestic and magnificent, yet gradually weathered away in the long river of history, becoming ruins for later generations to mourn.

Heroes, great figures, scholars, and poets—their names and deeds shone like stars, illuminating the skies of Huaxia Civilization.

At this moment, history's vastness felt especially overwhelming. It was not something mere passages of text or painted scrolls could contain, but a shock that crossed time and space and struck directly at the soul.

And as the virtual projection truly simulated all the history Su Wen knew,

The quantum computer—Kunlun's voice followed:

"According to calculations,

The highest probability of these ten thousand people's bloodlines continuing for a thousand years is thirty-seven people."

Its words were filled with incomprehension toward Su Wen's question.

"According to my analysis, this is an extremely ineffective number.

Because such a brief passage of time would still be enough to erase everything you