The Spiritual Ruins of the Resurrection of the Gods

Di Xin is not wearing a royal robe, but a set of black battle armor. He walked to the front of the array: "My soldiers, my compatriots!" "Look at the rifles in your hands, look at the fusion tower behind you, and look around you. It may be an engineering shield modified by your father from farm machinery - where did they come from?" "They are not divine grace that falls from the sky, nor are they blessings bestowed by someone. They are the crystallization of the wisdom created by countless ordinary people like you and me!" "And today, the 'gods' of Kunlun told us that we were wrong." "They say that giving power to all living beings is 'useless work'! They firmly believe that only individuals whose resources are pooled in 'gene ascension' can get out of the predicament. As for the rest of us... In their eyes, we are just redundant that need to be purified!" "They told me that we were doomed to fail. In the original timeline, we lost and they won! They took all the resources and walked away, leaving us with a future deprived of wisdom and struggling in ignorance." "But-" "In that timeline, there was no us today! There was no us who chose to fight for our descendants!" "So, we are standing here not for a city or a dynasty. We are for everyone who is born ordinary but desires to change their destiny!" He raised his fist. "Maybe we will lose. But every drop of blood we shed will become a mark engraved in history! It will tell the future - there was once a group of people who refused to be defined and refused to be deprived. They fought for the future of everyone!" Today, we fight for every ordinary person -!