From Su Chen's previous words.
Li Shuhua already knew that Huaxia did not have a mere three hundred years of history.
Instead, it possessed a full five thousand years!
With such a long and vast expanse of time, how many brilliantly talented ancestors had emerged?
Just thinking about it made Li Shuhua feel his scalp tingle.
As the head of the History Research Institute, no one understood better than him what these ancestors meant to Huaxia.
History was not merely a stretch of the past.
It was also the root of a nation and the soul of a country.
If Su Chen had not appeared, Dayu would forever have remained unknown to Huaxia.
The Qing Dynasty would still have been regarded as the only dynasty that ever existed in Huaxia.
Yet now.
Right before the eyes of all Huaxia people, Su Chen had awakened the forgotten ancestors and recreated the buried dynasties.
Through scene after scene of imagery, he had also connected the hearts of all Huaxia people together.
He made the descendants of Huaxia understand.
Just how heavy the two characters of Huaxia truly were!
And what profound meaning lay concealed behind those two words!
In Li Shuhua's view, the significance of all this even surpassed that of bloodline awakening.
At this very moment, whether it was Zhu Yuanzheng or Li Shuhua, both felt a deep sense of fortune.
They were fortunate that Huaxia had produced a Su Chen.
And even more fortunate that, young though he was, Su Chen had already engraved the two words "Huaxia" deep within his heart!
"Rumble!"
A series of roars suddenly interrupted their deep contemplation.
Everyone looked on in astonishment to find a picturesque landscape appearing before them.
A great river surged furiously between rows of mountains.
The banks on both sides were lined with overlapping peaks and wreathed in misty clouds.
Yet the unstoppable river waters came to a halt at a certain gorge.
Because ahead of them stood an immensely magnificent structure.
Raging waves beat against it incessantly, yet failed to shake it by even the slightest fraction.
Meanwhile, the other side of the structure resembled a sheer cliff of ten thousand fathoms.
Massive columns of water poured down from the openings, emitting thunderous roars like a falling Milky Way!
"The Three Gorges! This is the Three Gorges Dam!"
"Holy crap! They're actually showing the Three Gorges to Dayu, what are they trying to do?"
"I think I get it!"
"First came flood control, proving that we have inherited the will of our ancestors!"
"Then came disaster relief, proving that the descendants of Huaxia are even more united than in ancient times!"
"Now they've brought out the Three Gorges-the young brother definitely wants the ancestors to understand that later generations of Huaxia have already surpassed the masters!"
"Inheritance, development, and surpassing? This young bro... is truly godlike!"
"Oh my god! Hearing you put it like that, all my goosebumps just rose!"
"I'm numb, truly numb!"
"From today on, that young brother is my idol, and no amount of persuasion from anyone will change that!"
Dayu gazed at the towering and magnificent Three Gorges Dam, his eyes already filled with shock.
Although he did not know what this object was, judging purely from its external form, he understood it was not a natural creation.
Amidst towering mountains, steep ridges, and secluded gorges, to create such a massive structure.
In Dayu's eyes, this was something utterly unimaginable!
In a trance, he recalled the words Su Chen had just spoken.
The descendants of Huaxia do not need to worship deities, because we ourselves can create miracles!
Indeed!
Everything before his eyes at this moment was the best possible proof.
"Hum..."
As a loud steamship whistle sounded, the scene suddenly shifted.
A warship like an iron city was sailing across the boundless ocean.
Dozens of warships of various sizes surrounded it like guards.
Swish, swish, swish!
At a series of sonic booms, mechanical giant birds suddenly spread their wings and soared high into the blue sky.
Rumble!
Arrows of the gods soared into the sky with exhaust flames, landing a thousand miles away in the blink of an eye.
Amidst thunderous roars, they turned into countless terrifying balls of fire, whipping up waves that blotted out the sky.
Such a shocking scene made Dayu's figure tremble, his massive phantom leaning back slightly.
Yet when all the people of Huaxia saw this, they felt a surge of hot blood rush to their heads, making them want to shout out loud.
"The Bamin! This is an aircraft carrier battle group exercise!"
"Good lord! I didn't feel much watching it on TV before, but that missile explosion just now almost made me pee myself."
"Not just the Bamin, but also the J-20, our country's most advanced fighter jet!"
"That's the Type 055 destroyer! And the Type 052D, Type 054A! Look, the one just surfacing is the Type 093 attack nuclear submarine!"
"Holy cow! This is the absolute peak luxury set for the Huaxia Navy!"
"Huaxia has grown strong... We are no longer in the era of millet plus rifles!"
"I have never been so proud as I am now to be born in Huaxia!"
Countless people of Huaxia wore excited expressions and cheered loudly.
Those veterans who had lived through the hard times covered their faces and wept with emotion.
Dayu stared fixedly at the scene before him, the shock in his eyes turning into sheer terror.
Was this... the future generations of Huaxia?
Could the Nine Provinces thousands of years later actually be wondrous to such a degree?
"Today's Huaxia has not only tamed the rolling Yangtze River!"
"Even that boundless ocean has been brought within the territory of the Nine Provinces!"
Su Chen's voice rang out high once again.
"Once upon a time!"
"Foreign races bullied Huaxia for having no ancestors!"
"Alien states bullied Huaxia for being weak!"
"In a mere hundred years or so, Huaxia experienced countless hardships and countless lessons."
"That is why those 150 words written in blood and tears were left on that stele!"
Su Chen extended his right hand, pointing far toward the center of Di'anmen Square.
Everyone followed the direction of his finger, and their expressions instantly turned solemn.
Standing right in the middle of the square was none other than the Huaxia Monument to the People's Heroes.
Three passages were inscribed upon it.
One hundred and fifty words.
Three eternal immortalities.
"Once, the greatest crisis for Huaxia was foreign invasion and colonial rule!"
"Yet an even greater crisis lay in the conviction of every single person of Huaxia!"
"Sun Yat-sen once said with heartbroken grief that the four hundred million people of Huaxia were merely a sheet of loose sand."
"If one doubts the cohesion of their own nation and lacks confidence in whether they can unite, what future could Huaxia possibly have to speak of!"
"Fortunately!"
"At Huaxia's most decadent moment, there was a group of people who did not abandon hope and firmly believed in the united strength of the Huaxia nation!"
"They were like tiny sparks, reigniting the conviction carved deep into our bones."
"It is precisely because of them that Huaxia found hope to endure."
"Yet even after driving out the invaders, the foreign states' desire to destroy us never died!"
"The moment an opportunity arose, they would bare their fangs in an instant!"
Su Chen looked at Jin Junxian and the others who had only half a breath left, his gaze fierce.
"Yet this is not entirely a bad thing."
"Because it once again reminds us of an ancient truth."
"Together we prosper, divided we perish!"
Jin Junxian spat out another large mouthful of fresh blood, his face covered in an expression that made life seem worse than death.
Not long ago, he was still the lofty Awakened of Haidong Country.
He never expected that in the blink of an eye, he could only lie flat on the ground like a dead dog, becoming the negative example Su Chen used to boost the cohesion of Huaxia.
Zhu Yuanzheng, down off the stage, nodded continuously.
Su Chen's words truly struck a chord in his heart.
Today's Huaxia was indeed a country of peace and prosperity, flourishing and thriving.
Yet beneath the calm, undercurrents were still surging wildly!
Cultural invasion!
Ideological assimilation!
This kind of aggression was far more insidious than real swords and guns! And far more terrifying!
When a person of Huaxia spiritually regarded themselves as a citizen of a foreign land.
They were no longer a member of the Huaxia nation.
Because when facing a choice, these people would turn to foreign nations at the very first moment, aiming their gun barrels at their own compatriots.
Such scum had appeared over a hundred years ago.
Now, they still existed.
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