Humanity is a whole formed by millions of individuals, and I am just a representative personality of that whole.
They try to defeat themselves.
They tried to deceive themselves and let themselves step into the eternal abyss together -
Then humans will always be obedient lambs and captive prey.
This is still the case even if time passes and the planet changes.
Gu Xingmiao's power was like starlight, drifting out bit by bit.
In addition to the extremely powerful power of words themselves——
What is shimmering behind her is the all-encompassing power of Chinese history.
That is from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Xia, Shang and Zhou, Qin and Han, Three Kingdoms, Wei, Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms...
Every dynasty has its own historical glory.
Every era has its own ancestors.
Every era has a group of great fighters. They cannot be described in words and their names cannot be called out. They are the indescribable gods of China.
They have become the dust of history, a mere gust of wind on the mountain's wings, or a tiny grain of sand...
They have no sense of existence like passersby, they do not have the aura of the protagonist; they die in alleys, die in the desert, die in the era of eating tree bark and exchanging seeds for food;
They do not have bodies as huge as the mountains, nor hearts as broad as the sea, and they cannot reach the bright moon in the sky.
However, it is every individual who constitutes China's thousand-year immortal history.
And at this moment history shines.
History shines behind Gu Xingmiao.
Not just any passerby.
Those countless invisible shadows are the grand cradle that supports the future.
In the mother planet, in the mother country, in the mother river——
Human beings are nurtured by Chinese civilization.
Humanity is nourished by China's history.
Even grains of sand will eventually gather into a vast desert.
Ancient Earth is the greatest treasure belonging to future mankind.
And buried in the earth's surface is full of old things.
It's the yellow sand itself—
Those are the blood and tears of our ancestors.
It is a divine descent unique to China.
The gods of China have always been there.
In the distant homeland, in the soil of the future new world, in the core of human spirit——
I am for the glory.
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