The celebration day finally arrived as scheduled amidst everyone's eager anticipation.
This day was named "Holy Grace Day" by the kingdom's highest decree to commemorate the great achievement of the leader, who descended like a god and bestowed peace, order, and new life upon all beings.
At dawn, as the golden star of this alien planet, like three majestic giant eyes, slowly climbs above the horizon, casting the first rays of golden light, symbolizing holiness, authority, and hope, upon the earth.
The entire shelter—now officially named "City of Heaven"—has long since awakened from its slumber, transforming into a utterly vibrant steel holy city born for the celebration.
The enormous ecological dome covering the entire city was adjusted to an unprecedented state of perfect transparency thanks to the engineers' all-night adjustments.
It is like a flawless crystal polished by God himself, bringing into the city the slightly thin but exceptionally clear air and the warm sunshine of the two days without reservation, bathing the entire city in golden divine grace.
Every main road and secondary street in the city was cleaned spotlessly by high-pressure water jets, leaving them gleaming.
Along both sides of the road, there are huge flower baskets woven from "starflowers," a unique species that can absorb light energy during the day and emit a faint glow at night.
The flags of the kingdom, flying high against a deep black background and embroidered with swords and atomic symbols in gold thread, form a series of ceremonial paths leading to glory and the future.
A skyscraper in the city, its massive crystalline facade has become a scrolling epic painting.
Above, a promotional video for the kingdom, personally supervised by Su Wanqing and considered a work of art, was playing on a loop: from black-and-white images of survivors struggling to survive in the wasteland after the Great Migration, to the shocking scene of Lin Feng descending like a god, sweeping away monsters and establishing order with thunderous means.
Then there were the cheers of the workers when the industrial base rose from the ground and the first "Ripper" tank rolled off the assembly line, and the tearful faces of countless families moving into their new homes...
Each meticulously choreographed scene, like the deepest imprint, continuously reinforces the collective memory in people's hearts of going from despair to rebirth.
And the fervor for Lin Feng, the sole creator of all this, which has long surpassed leader worship and is almost religious.
The central square, a magnificent complex capable of holding 100,000 people, has become the absolute center of the entire known world.
The plaza's surface was paved with a special material mixed with obsidian, overseen by Wang Dachui himself and his most prized disciple.
This material is incredibly hard and smooth as a mirror. Under the sunlight, it reflects a sinister yet luxurious light that is almost too dazzling to look directly at.
Tens of thousands of people, dressed in brand-new, uniform festive attire, flocked to the city from all directions, with the most devout pilgrimage spirit of their lives.
Their faces radiated a heartfelt happiness, pride, and awe that seemed to overflow.
At the very front of the crowd, Zhao Laosi held his newborn son high above his head.
With a hoarse voice from excitement, he shouted into his son's ear, "Son, do you see it! Do you see that palace floating in the air? That's the 'Chengtian Hall'! That's our great leader's viewing platform!"
"Remember, it is the leader, our god! It is he who gave us everything we have today! You must remember this for the rest of your life, engrave it in your bones!"
His three wives, now dressed in fine clothes, also had tears in their eyes, their gazes fervent as they looked in that direction, their hands clasped together, murmuring prayers to the gods.
On the other side of the crowd, the soldiers and their families who had surrendered from Rock City were now citizens of the kingdom.
They gazed upon this incredible, mythical spectacle, their hearts filled with a profound sense of awe.
A man who once served as a mid-level officer in Rock City was clenching his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms without him even realizing it.
He murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear: "What kind of being were we fighting against back then? This power... this cohesion... this is not a kingdom that mortals could build... this is a miracle... a true miracle..."
At 9:50 a.m., on the viewing platform of Chengtian Hall.
This magnificent building, standing a hundred meters above the ground directly in front of the square, is itself a work of art that blends classical Eastern charm.
It is constructed entirely of white marble and gold mined from the depths of alien mountains, with carved beams and painted rafters, flying eaves and brackets, full of classical and majestic oriental beauty.
Today, Su Wanqing chose a deep purple phoenix dress symbolizing the maternal virtue of the nation. The hem of the dress was embroidered with an intricate pattern of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, using the most precious alien material, "flowing silver thread," which changes color with the light.
Her makeup was exquisite, and her expression was dignified with just the right amount of pride and authority.
As the chief planner of the celebration, the magnificent scene before her was the best tribute she could offer to Lin Feng, and also to herself, to her power and ability.
She stood on the edge of the viewing platform, looking down at the frenzied sea of people below, her heart filled with unparalleled satisfaction.
This was exactly the empire she had always dreamed of: orderly and with the people united in their hearts. And she was about to become the rightful and only "Queen" by the side of this divine king.
Qin Lan wore a black military uniform specially designed for this celebration, with Marshal Venus, representing the supreme military commander of the kingdom, on her shoulder. The tight-fitting cut accentuated her powerful figure.
She wore a symbolic ceremonial longsword at her waist, her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, her face was cold and her eyes were like knives.
She didn't look down at the cheering crowd; her gaze remained fixed on the starting point of the ten-kilometer parade route, as sharp as a hawk's.
There lay the sharpest sword in the kingdom, forged by her own hand. She was proud of this army, and felt immensely honored to present it to Lin Feng as the most perfect gift.
Qian Xiaoxiao, dressed in a relatively simple yet exquisitely made white silk dress, stood quietly beside the throne, like the most obedient maid, as her master was about to arrive.
Her only task was to serve Lin Feng the most palatable drink or the sweetest, peeled alien fruit whenever he needed it.
She enjoyed this role; being able to be closest to him in such a high-profile setting was an irreplaceable favor and honor.
It was exactly 10:00 AM.
As a long, melodious bell from the viewing platform resounded through the sky, the clamor and noise of tens of thousands of people in the entire square instantly transformed into an absolute, heart-stopping silence within three seconds.
"The celebration begins! All stand at attention! Play the Kingdom's first national anthem—'Divine Grace'!"
Su Wanqing's cool yet authoritative voice resounded throughout every corner of the kingdom via the broadcasting system.
The majestic, sacred, and epic music resounded simultaneously from thousands of sound units hidden underground in the square, and the sound waves swept across the entire venue like a tsunami.
All the people, regardless of age or gender, spontaneously placed their right hand on their chest, their faces filled with utmost piety, and sang loudly. The songs merged together, forming a powerful and earth-shaking torrent.
"Fire the salute!" Qin Lan's voice followed closely behind, filled with the solemn and imposing aura unique to soldiers.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
A full 108 thunderous cannon salutes roared, their sound waves making everyone's blood boil.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of domesticated, snow-white alien "peace doves" soared into the sky from the tops of the buildings surrounding the square, circling in the air and forming a magnificent picture of life.
At that moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Feng appeared on the throne carved from a single piece of rare "Imperial Black Gold" in the very center of the viewing platform.
He didn't walk out; instead, he appeared out of thin air with a soft golden light, as if he had always been sitting there, only revealing his form to mortals at this moment.
Today he was wearing a black suit that Qian Xiaoxiao had painstakingly crafted over several months, hand-sewn using the finest alien "celestial silkworm silk" and "stellar gold thread".
The collar and cuffs of the dress were inlaid with countless tiny, star-like diamonds, which sparkled brilliantly under the twinkling suns, captivating the eye.
He wore no crown, for his very existence was more radiant than any crown.
He slowly sat down, his gaze calmly sweeping over his subjects below.
His gaze wasn't sharp, but it carried an all-knowing pressure that made everyone who met his eyes involuntarily lower their heads.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
It's unclear who first shouted it, but instantly, the entire square of 100,000 people, like toppled dominoes, knelt down on one knee, right hand on their chest, heads bowed low.
This is their highest form of respect for the gods.
Lin Feng had a faint smile on his lips; he was enjoying it all.
He looked down at the faces filled with worship, awe, and fervor, and listened to the earth-shattering shouts. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and power, like the finest wine, made him slightly tipsy.
He raised his hand and gently pressed down.
The square, which once held 100,000 people, fell silent again; you could hear a pin drop.
"Rise." His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone through the perfect amplification system.
"Today is our festival. I and you all admire the splendor of our kingdom."
"The military parade shall begin!" Qin Lan's voice, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pierced the sky.
The climax of the ceremony finally began.
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