"An unknown special substance? But this thing possesses such powerful spirituality, almost like a microscopic life-form." Angel Yan looked at the wisp of pale blue substance she had extracted from her hand.
From this wisp of substance, Angel Yan sensed that it contained powerful spirituality.
She then glanced at Ye Chen below, growing even more curious about him.
Below.
With Ye Chen's intervention, those who still had a breath left awoke one after another after their internal organs were repaired.
Seeing this, the family members who had been standing guard nearby became extremely agitated, crying tears of joy.
They had looked up at hope from the depths of despair.
Now that their hope had come true, some elderly people, overwhelmed by the sudden shift from immense sorrow to immense joy, fainted on the spot.
For a while, the scene descended into chaos once more, and the medical staff nearby hurriedly began treating them.
Seeing this, Ye Chen gave instructions to the official personnel waiting nearby before turning and leaving.
One week later.
Yanhuang Empire, Silver Chain City.
A huge stone stele stood in the central plaza, densely covered with names.
They were all the people who had died in this incident.
At the same time, a huge altar stood before the stone stele, and Su Ma Li's corpse was lying on it.
At that moment, official agency workers holding various machines were stationed all around the central plaza, broadcasting the event live nationwide.
Standing in the air above the central plaza, Ye Chen looked at the endless crowds below. They stared at Su Ma Li on the altar, their eyes filled with hatred.
Looking at the people below, Ye Chen said, "Seven days ago, an extraterrestrial demon descended upon Silver Chain City and committed boundless atrocities, resulting in the deaths of 327 law enforcers from Fenghong District and 88,655 imperial citizens..."
Ye Chen's voice spread through the ears of the people in the city. With the surrounding equipment, it was transmitted throughout the entire empire, reaching every household.
Hearing each of those figures, everyone grew furious. Ever since the Yanhuang Empire was founded, as the people gradually learned about the situation in the world and compared it with other countries, they had never said much aloud.
But in their hearts, they were extremely proud, because their nation was the most powerful country in the world, bar none.
And when the war began and one victory report after another reached the empire, that pride reached its peak.
They had faith in their hearts: the empire was invincible.
Now that Su Ma Li had massacred so many imperial citizens, it had been a brutal wake-up call, making them realize one fact: they still were not strong enough.
And once they understood this, their first thought was revenge—frantic revenge—not fear.
Because they felt honored by those who had died for the empire, and they believed that the empire would not let down anyone who died for it.
"The sacrificial ceremony begins!!"
After finishing his speech, Ye Chen announced that the ceremony would begin under the expectant gazes of hundreds of millions of people.
Then, his gaze shifted toward the altar below.
A group of workers dressed in Daoist robes came to the altar and began carving patterns across it.
They were all members of the empire's Daoist Academy. Daoism, the state religion of the Yanhuang Empire, had risen because of Ye Chen and had now developed for more than two hundred years.
After two centuries, the Daoist faith's collection of books had become incredibly comprehensive, containing all sorts of bizarre texts—several million books in total.
After generations of research over all these years, Ye Chen honestly had no idea what exactly these people had managed to research.
In any case, many of the empire's large-scale festivals were handled by these Daoist priests.
It was rather amusing. Ye Chen, who had believed in Daoism in his previous life, was also the first patriarch of the Yanhuang Empire's Daoist school.
Seventy years ago, when he went out on an inspection tour, it happened to be the time for Daoist university admissions.
On a whim, he had wanted to have some fun. But that time, he had nearly driven himself into depression, because he had scored only 326 points, while the admission cutoff was 850 and the full score was 1,000.
In other words, the empire's first patriarch of Daoism had taken an exam and failed even to reach the passing score. It was absurd.
At the time, he had spent several days gloomily reviewing Daoist knowledge over and over, wanting to wipe away the humiliation.
But after studying for a few days, he had to admit one fact: having not studied for over a century, he could no longer keep up with the development of Daoism in the empire.
There were many points of knowledge he could not understand, yet he was too embarrassed to ask anyone. After all, it was far too humiliating.
And if people found out that the Emperor of the Yanhuang Empire, the supreme divine being, and the first patriarch of Daoism in the empire had failed the Daoist university entrance exam, would that not destroy his lifelong reputation?
Therefore, he absolutely could not let this dark history leak out.
One month later.
On the European continent, war erupted.
After the previous Su Ma Li incident, everyone throughout the Yanhuang Empire was seething with resentment.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Chen launched a war against the European continent.
Standing above a battlefield.
Ye Chen looked at the bloody battlefield below and could not help frowning, because he discovered that the technological development of these European nations was somewhat abnormal.
"Could it be that my influence as a butterfly has caused these countries' technology to suddenly explode?!"
At this thought, Ye Chen shook his head again, because the current timeline was only the seventeenth century.
Moreover, he had started the war less than ten years ago. Even if these countries had unleashed their potential because of the threat he posed, it was impossible for them to cross more than two hundred years in such a short time and raise their weapons and equipment to the level of the First World War.
Then, if their technology had not suddenly advanced, someone must be supporting them from behind the scenes.
And it was easy to guess who this person—or rather, this force—was.
Because on Earth, only the De Nuo Civilization currently cared whether this war would affect them.
After all, this war would inevitably spread to the Huaxia region in the future, and the remaining forces of the De Nuo Civilization were all concentrated there.
However, with Du Kao's abilities, he should have been able to investigate the Yanhuang Empire's information and easily see that the Yanhuang Empire and Huaxia shared the same origin.
Since Du Kao knew that the Yanhuang Empire and Huaxia shared the same origin, yet had secretly intervened this time despite not interfering in the change of dynasties in the original storyline, it was obvious that he did not want Ye Chen to enter Huaxia.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen could not help smiling. "Whether I enter Huaxia or not isn't for an outsider like you to decide."
Two years later.
Europe, the British capital.
Ye Chen struck a man with his spear, instantly smashing him into the ground. Then he swung the long spear in his hand and drove it heavily through the man, pinning him to the earth.
Landing on the ground, Ye Chen looked at the man and sneered. "You people from the De Nuo Civilization made Me search for you for quite some time. How dare you interfere in this war.
"Tell Me, how do you want to die?"
Ling Xuan lay on his back, a long spear impaling his abdomen. The strange energy carried by the spear violently destroyed the genes within his body, causing him unbearable pain.
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Ling Xuan's pupils contracted. Waves surged through his heart. He had never imagined that Ye Chen, a native of Earth, would actually know that they were from the De Nuo Civilization.
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