After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

Because of these important things, Zhu Qinggu's already meager appetite dwindled even further. Having almost finished her meal, she simply pushed the bowl aside, grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, and prepared to watch the video again before it ended.

The videos I came across started with a texture similar to ink wash painting.

A majestic eagle soars high among the mountains, golden sunlight spilling across the vast and beautiful landscape. Despite the ever-changing scenery and the passing seasons, as far as the eye can see, the land is expansive and peaceful.

Soft music begins to play, and a child slowly walks up to his teacher, his innocent voice full of confusion, "Teacher, why are you from China?"

A weathered yet resolute male voice rang out, "Go see, go out, search within time."

A gentle voice then began to sing, "Watching fingertips flutter like butterflies."

[Fingers gently plucked the strings, a butterfly landed on one, then gradually flew away, disappearing into the distance.]

"May our Chinese nation thrive forever, and may all people of China enjoy eternal peace and prosperity!"

"Our ancestors and sages, please accept my bow!"

The backdrop on the celestial screen revealed more words accompanied by gentle chanting.

[The 3rd day of the 3rd month in the lunar calendar is the birthday of the Yellow Emperor.]

The Yellow Emperor was the leader of an ancient Chinese tribal alliance and the first of the Five Emperors. He is revered as the 'ancestor of Chinese civilization.' The Shangsi Festival, celebrated on the third day of the third lunar month, is a day to commemorate the Yellow Emperor.

"Ancestors above, please bless your descendants!" another male voice said.

"The journey of inheriting and pursuing Chinese civilization is long and arduous, and I am accompanied by hundreds of millions of compatriots."

The people under the canopy, who were initially doing other things or talking, heard a male voice at first, but gradually more and more people under the canopy responded to that male voice.

The people under the sky were all extremely solemn, staring intently at the sky, as if it were their roots, the source of this civilization on this land.

It seems they have joined the voice, becoming the millions of compatriots mentioned by the male voice.

"Fellow countrymen! The Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China is established today!" Another distinctive male voice joyfully proclaimed, calling upon everyone to join this new nation.

Under the sky, more and more people seemed to be called upon.

The background is a slowly fluttering red flag, and the subtitles explain the reason.

On October 1, 1949, the People's Republic of China was founded!

Tens of thousands of people gathered in front of Tiananmen Square, waving red flags. Their faces were filled with unparalleled pride and joy, because from this day forward, the people are the masters of their own destiny!

Even though they weren't from the future, why did tears well up in their eyes when they heard such a call to action?

"We really will have good days..." He looked at the sky with hope, then picked up his gun again and charged towards the enemy, "For future generations, so that we will never have to live like this again!"

"Rush!!!"

Countless faces appeared here, then gradually disappeared, only to be replaced by even more faces—men and women, old and young—all with eyes that held only resilience and a yearning for a better, happier life.

"The light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains!"

The man's melodious voice immediately captivated everyone.

Many people's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

[Then appeared images of aircraft carriers, cannons, rockets, and other weapons from later generations, along with a peaceful and prosperous night and booming fireworks in the night sky. The red flag was gradually raised.]

[The melodious voice continued singing, "Your eyes are filled with time," and then, visible changes in space and time appeared on the sky: mountains, rivers, insects, fish, birds, beasts, bronze statues, and stone statues of sages.]

Books flutter through countless historical periods, weaving together all the stories from ancient texts.

"We fight for the land beneath our feet!"

"Fight for our land!"

"Fight for our land!" "Fight for our land!" "Fight for our land!"

That soaring tone and voice caused countless people to choke up and lose their voice repeatedly.

The land beneath our feet is so beautiful. The Chinese people are like a seed, deeply rooted in this homeland. Speaking of which, who could love this land more than the Chinese people?

Li Shimin also choked up. He murmured that he wanted to say "Fight for the country!", but for some reason, his tears fell faster than his voice.

"Your Majesty..." Empress Zhangsun quietly grasped Li Shimin's hand, offering some comfort.

"Waaah, we fight for our land!" Li Tai's sobbing voice rang out from the corner.

When they looked up, they saw that the little ones had been hidden here with their eldest brother, Li Chengqian, and their eyes were now a little red.

"The future generations... must be having a tough time too." Ying Zheng looked at the people of the future who were dressed differently from the people of Zhu Qinggu's time. They were not dressed as neatly as the people of that time. They were also thin and dark-skinned, with a face full of vicissitudes, but their faces were full of bravery and steadfastness.

But soon Ying Zheng saw his terracotta warriors appear in the sky—

The Terracotta Army was discovered in March 1974.

In 1987, the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor and the Terracotta Army were inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage List and are hailed as the 'Eighth Wonder of the World'.

For some reason, Ying Zheng suddenly felt somewhat relieved.

The reason why later generations revere the sages is not just because they like to dig up graves, but more like they want to glimpse the history that has lasted for thousands of years from the graves, so as to give the predecessors a fair evaluation.

His ancestor, Qin Shi Huang, unified the six kingdoms, standardized writing and cart axles, and the imperial system began with him.

If these descendants want to glimpse a corner of history from these tombs, why can't they?

His Qin Dynasty had also become part of Chinese civilization!

Countless cultural relics appeared on the sky, including tortoise shells inscribed with oracle bone script, bronze tripods, terracotta warriors, the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" scroll, and the Great Wall, among others.

These are all symbols of Chinese civilization.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!" This is what Confucius said in his later years when discussing the aspirations of scholars throughout the world with his disciples.

The scholar looked up, his soul trembling for a long time.

"The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere in my pursuit."

"China is both history and the present!"

"Poetry, books, rites, and music—exploring eternal truths; benevolence, righteousness, wisdom, and courage—composing stirring verses; this is the essence of China, the essence of our nation, the essence of our heritage, the essence of our glory!"

Countless faces, countless artifacts, and the ethereal images of countless books traverse mountains and rivers.

The scene lingered on a vast, ethereal starry sky, much like the ancient Chinese civilization.