Blank Spaces Across the Land, A Loyal Heart Forging the Soul of the Nine Provinces Anew

Xia Yan had been an academician in the literature department in his previous life, spending his whole life studying the history and civilization of the Nine Provinces.

When he opened his eyes, he discovered that he had transmigrated to a world whose civilization had suffered a break in its history.

Worse, after someone reported him for cheating on his graduate school entrance exam, he was taking a verification test.

Pass, and he could keep his graduate student status.

Fail, and not only would his score be voided, he would be expelled and might even face criminal charges.

But Xia Yan looked at the question on the test paper:

“Write the second half of ‘Be the first to worry about the world's troubles,’ and try to determine its source.”

Xia Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He wanted to laugh because even after transmigrating, he, a dignified academician in the literature department, still had to take an exam.

A makeup exam, at that.

He wanted to cry because in this world, “Be the first to worry about the world's troubles” had become a fragment, and its source was no longer known.

Xia Yan thought of the five thousand years of the Nine Provinces' history that filled his mind.

He thought of the emperors of the ages, and their iron wills and unwavering hearts.

He thought of ancient technology, and the benefits it brought to the people.

He thought of magnificent mountains and rivers, and the backbone of the Nine Provinces.

He thought of peerless statesmen, devoted to strengthening their nation without regret.

Xia Yan couldn't help but make a silent vow:

Since the five thousand years of civilization in this world's Nine Provinces have come to this,

then let me bring it all

back!