In the Future World, I Rule Through Chinese Culture

This is an age when thoughts can be turned into power.

Those with sufficiently powerful minds are called Chosen Ones. They call fire in their hearts, and walls of flame that burn through the night will surround a city for ten days. They imagine wind in their minds, and hurricanes that destroy homes will sweep across the plains.

Xie Qingzhou awoke among the ruins to find that the familiar world had been turned upside down.

The age she once lived in is known to historians as "the fallen Ancient China."

The residents who walk through the city-states today have hair in shades of lake blue, dark green, and pale pink, while their eye colors are just as varied.

People like her, with black hair and black eyes, are all Godforsaken, unable to wield the power of thought and scorned as the lowest of the low.

Xie Qingzhou: You say I can't use the power of thought? Are you serious?

The land beneath her feet is the ancient homeland of China, and at this very moment, she is the only Chinese person in the world.

The thoughts and will our ancestors left behind in history are all waiting for her to summon them.

On her first day after transmigrating, faced with a slave-catching party armed with nooses, Xie Qingzhou recites, "Within ten paces, I can slay a man; in a thousand miles, none will escape," and wipes out every slaver.

On her tenth day, Xie Qingzhou invokes the allusion "calling a deer a horse," mounts a giant deer that has just turned into a swift steed, and races a hundred miles.

On her hundredth day, Xie Qingzhou sighs at the River God's followers who are hunting her down.

"Let me tell you: this river before you was called the Yellow River ten thousand years ago."

Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River descend from Heaven, rushing to the sea, never to return?

Come back, great Mother River, and deliver a mighty elbow strike to these clueless little brats from later generations who don't know how to control floods!

During the chaotic battle against the gods, celebrated by later generations, the gods once asked Xie Qingzhou in terror:

Were you a new god, born from the thoughts of those black-haired slaves?

Xie Qingzhou smiled and shook her head.

Her power was not divine revelation, but civilization.

"When friends come from afar, they are descendants of Yan and Huang."

Screenshot taken on 2026.06.08

Theme: Understanding and cherishing the history and culture of China.