The town suddenly became busy, with long queues forming on the desolate mountain roads.
The heads of District 1, District 4, and District 6, officially authorized media, and people from the internet or spontaneously flocked to the town.
However, apart from officials and program crew members, other spontaneous individuals are not allowed to enter the village for the time being.
At 6 PM, in Huaixiangye Town, Yan Gui Square.
In front of the square, a row of seats was set up for the heads of the three major regions and their specially invited personnel.
—Gu Yan, Chief Prosecutor of District 1; Yan Zhongqing, Lieutenant General of Zhenhai District 4; Xiao Bowen, Second Chief of Staff of District 6; Professor of History at Chang'an College; Professor of Literature at Zhaixing College…
Director Fang Yi, the assistant director, and guests other than the Hua siblings sat in the second row.
Hua Xiange was in the center of the square. Hua Changle had gone off to do something earlier and hadn't returned yet.
The live broadcast of the program was temporarily suspended, with only official media present to record the event.
The townspeople had already gathered at the back; everyone who could breathe, regardless of age or gender, had come here.
They gazed at the square illuminated by the spotlight, and in every ordinary pair of eyes, a dazzling light shone.
A secluded mountain town burdened with guilt nurtured these pitiful people who were born powerless and outcasts.
In many people's eyes, they are all guilty.
However, they never gave up on life.
Huaixiang Yezhen, four generations, are grateful for the wilderness that nurtured them and firmly believe in the integrity of the Yan clan's people.
They had witnessed this day of recognition countless times in their dreams.
"call--"
The cold wind arrived precisely on time, and a red shadow swept through the gray mist, landing on Hua Xiange.
Accompanied by the Phoenix Flame Wings that signify her identity, Hua Xiange is possessed by Yan Guanshan.
This time, his appearance also underwent slight changes, most notably in his hair and eye color.
Hua Xiange inherited the black hair and red eyes from the Hua family, which became Yan Guanshan's red hair and golden eyes in his lifetime.
Red hair is the color of leaping, flamboyant flames, and golden eyes are the dazzling light of a phoenix.
At this moment, the hero who remained in textbooks and was sealed in memorial halls transcended time and space and crossed the boundaries of life and death, coming before them.
"I am Yan Guanshan."
Yan Wu's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Greetings, Martial God Yan!"
The townspeople shouted in unison and knelt down in worship.
At the very front, several elderly people with snow-white hair and frail, aged and nearing the end of their lives, were overcome with tears.
They are among the few surviving descendants of those "deserters".
What they had was that they had experienced that catastrophe when they were infants.
If Yan Guanshan hadn't single-handedly held off thousands of troops, they wouldn't be where they are today.
Everyone in front also stood up.
The people from the region bowed respectfully without prior arrangement.
"Mr. Yan."
Yan Guanshan waved his hand: "I am already dead, so there's no need for me to do these things. Today, I'm only here to explain what happened back then."
He turned and looked into the distance. Just then, Hua Changle rushed over, holding something high in his hand:
"Senior! I've brought what you asked for!"
Yan Guanshan took it.
It was an old-fashioned miniature camera, the kind that required a communicator to be inserted to read.
"This thing contains some of the images I recorded during the catastrophe in Chaohai City back then."
Previously, due to unsuitable timing, I kept it hidden in the mountains and did not release it. Today, I am taking this opportunity to announce it.
This object serves as proof; I, Yan Guanshan, swear by my very soul that the images within are absolutely real.
He plugged the device into Hua Xian Ge's communicator to read it.
The video content was projected onto a huge screen.
The light from the screen was too bright to be ignored in the night sky, and everyone present could see what was inside.
Those were several video clips—
The first video clip.
Date: February 7, 299 (Lunar calendar: December 28, 298)
Note: Anomalies detected in the sea area, with an estimated level 2 anomaly. This is a routine record of pre-disaster duty and anomaly hunting missions.
The video plays, showing a tall figure with his back to the camera.
Silver-white uniform, scarlet cape, fiery red short hair, and a black spear with gold patterns.
His body is like a pine tree, and his pride is like the blazing sun.
Indeed, it was Yan Guanshan at the age of thirty.
A thirty-year-old at the eighth level—that's the kind of genius who would be celebrated anywhere.
However, Yan Guanshan, who was twenty-two years old and had reached the seventh level of cultivation, resolutely refused the preferential treatment offered by the academy and returned to his hometown of Chaohai City without hesitation, throwing himself into the front line to guard the sea area.
They stayed there for eight years.
"Lieutenant, I don't understand what you mean."
Opposite Yanguan Mountain stood a middle-aged man with three wrinkles on his forehead.
He was Yan Lin, the second executive officer of Chaohai City back then, and also his cousin.
The Yan family was originally the number one family in the fourth district, but it was severely damaged by the calamity in Chaohai City and lost its position as the number one family.
The two stood on the street, with bloodstains and strange body parts scattered around them.
Yan Guanshan's silver-white uniform was stained with red in several places, clearly indicating that he had just been through a fierce battle.
Yan Lin took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling wisps of white smoke from his nose: "Guan Shan, this disaster will probably far exceed our expectations."
Yan Guanshan turned slightly to the side, revealing his strong and sharp profile.
He chuckled softly: "So what? You want me to escape with my men and that group of elites known as 'Spark'?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do this kind of thing. You should find someone else."
Yan Guanshan flicked his spear, picked up a string of energy stones dug out of the alien's body, hoisted them onto his shoulder, and turned to leave.
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