With the global spiritual qi revival, history has become the greatest power.
China’s archaeological teams dig through ancient tomb after ancient tomb and find nothing but pottery jars and bamboo slips, while their Western counterparts mock them after unearthing “angel bones.”
Then they excavate my family’s ancestral grave, and Su Ziyi, an original cultivator sealed away and asleep because the spiritual qi was too dense, sits up and stretches.
Facing the livestream cameras, my great ancestor Su Ziyi points at the “angel bones.” “Oh, those? They’re the wings of a birdman I knocked out back in the day. You made a specimen out of them?” From that day on, history textbooks are rewritten overnight for Su Ziyi, and the Foreign Ministry gains a whole lot more confidence.
