After Transmigrating, I Became the Pride of the Entire Galaxy

After suddenly dying, Yan Ning thought he would never be able to study the beloved civilization of Huaxia again. But to his surprise, he woke up once more.

The good news: He could study Huaxia's precious civilization again.

The bad news: It was now the interstellar age, and Huaxia's cultural heritage had been erased by the tide of history.

Even more astonishingly, because their culture had been severed from the past, people in the interstellar age knew nothing of Li Bai and Du Fu, Su Shi and Su Zhe, or the five thousand years of Huaxia history.

With culture in decline and technology everywhere, humanity's imagination had grown barren. This gave rise to a number of prestigious professions, such as dreamweavers and environmental architects.

Dreamweaver 1: The red sun rises, a breeze drifts by, and the plants give off a scent like buzzing bees...

Yan Ning: Buzzing bees? Oh, you mean honeybees... Wait, the scent of bees? Honey? The plants smell like honey? What is this?! (devastated.jpg)

Dreamweaver 2: In the forest, a cute groundhog is so frightened it lets out an “ah” that sounds just like a human.

Yan Ning: So, is there any chance groundhogs don't actually sound like that, and a human dubbed it?

Dreamweavers × N: If you think you can do better, then give it a try!

Yan Ning: Fine, I will!

And so, Huaxia culture was revived across the stars

Yan Ning: “As the eastern breeze blooms a thousand trees with flowers, it scatters them down like a rain of stars...”

Flaming trees and silver blossoms soar into the sky on the eastern breeze, then fall like a shower of stars. Lanterns shine like flowers blooming on a thousand trees...

Yan Ning: “Drunk, I forget that the sky is reflected in the water; a boatful of clear dreams presses down on the river of stars...”

Reclining in a little boat, he sees nothing but a dazzling world of starlight, ethereal and dreamlike. The stars are reflected in the water, as if he were adrift in the boundless universe, caught between dream and reality.

Dreamweavers × N: Aaaaaah! Our idol! A master! The inheritor of Huaxia civilization!

Interstellar citizen 1: So Li Bai was a poet immortal of Huaxia, and there was also Xin Qiji! It's so beautiful! Sob, sob, thank you, Ningbao! So much of Huaxia's cultural heritage has been lost. Give us more, Ningbao!

Interstellar citizen 2: Aaaaaah, Ningbao, you're my god! I want to kidnap you and make you create dreams for me every day!

Interstellar Huaxia Government: Government staff have confiscated countless multicolored sacks from around Mr. Yan Ning's residence. Interstellar citizens are asked to exercise restraint.

A certain marshal: ...Every day, people team up to steal my wife!