dkrc Chapter 59 Taking the Stage
Chapter 59 Taking the Stage
When Li Chen pointed out that "this is the power of the people," millions of people on the viewing platform were taken aback.
Immediately, many people looked at Qian Lao and other meritorious figures, and then at the soldiers, workers, farmers, and students around them...
An indescribable sense of enlightenment and pride ignited in everyone's heart like a spark spreading across the land.
There were no slogans, but a powerful belief that "yes, we are the people, we are the country" resonated silently.
Li Chen, standing in the sky, nodded slightly in the face of this vast collective consciousness.
At this moment, human power and divine miracles shine together.
This is in stark contrast to the warmth in the hearts and the light in the eyes of the people of China.
Inside the VIP area of Guanlongtai, the invited dignitaries and observers from various countries felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The polite smiles on their faces had long since frozen, replaced by a pallor of utter shock and dread.
Smith, the BBC reporter, had completely forgotten his reporting duties at that moment.
The equipment in his hand fell limply as he stared blankly at the silent sea of people, which seemed to be burning, and at the dragon in the sky that nodded in approval.
As a Western media professional known for his deconstruction and skepticism, he is now experiencing a collapse of logic.
He originally intended to frame it all as "mass hysteria" or "technological scam".
But to their horror, they discovered that what was happening before their eyes was something even more terrifying and real.
The will of a civilization is being "certified" and "manifested" by an extraordinary being.
In the back row of the VIP section, the special envoy of a certain major country unconsciously dug his fingers into his palm.
His mind raced through the core objectives of various think tank reports, strategic simulations, and covert operations over the past century.
Divide, disintegrate, and alienate.
From the most direct forms of war and blockade to cultural infiltration and historical nihilism;
From glorifying the individual to diminish collective responsibility, to soaking heroism in consumerism...
They thought they had reached the edge of success and raised a glass to some internal noise.
But at this moment, all the meticulous calculations and long-term plans are gone.
Before this silent yet fervent ocean of faith, before this scene that connects miracles and human effort, everything seems so flimsy and powerless.
Their minds uncontrollably traced back the long history of this country:
They saw that this nation had once been on the verge of extinction under the iron heel, its land shattered, yet it always managed to rise again from the ashes, not by any savior, but by the flesh and blood of countless “people who refused to be slaves.”
They saw that this civilization had experienced countless divisions and lows, but there was always something deeper, perhaps called "family and country" or "cultural heritage".
Like the movement of terrestrial fire, it can reassemble scattered sparks into a prairie fire at crucial moments.
They saw that even in an era considered to be a "vacuum" or "lost" of faith, in the darkest moments when disaster struck suddenly, there were still the most ordinary people who went against the tide and used their shoulders to support the collapsing sky.
That power seemed innate, settled deep within the bloodline, usually hidden but suddenly awakening at crucial moments.
They attributed all of this to mysterious Eastern resilience, or simply labeled it "nationalism."
To this day, the divine dragon appears in the world, transforming "merit" into sweet rain, precisely bestowing it upon those elderly people who have devoted their lives to the country and its people, and personally revealing the source of its power.
people.
This is not a fictional slogan, but the core of civilization visualized by an extraordinary being!
A chilling realization permeated the hearts of these bystanders.
What they have been trying to dismantle for a century has never been as simple as a regime or an ideology.
They are fighting against a philosophy of survival and a collective personality that spans thousands of years and is deeply rooted in the broadest population.
This power usually exists in the form of diligence, patience, and worldly life. Once it is truly awakened or pushed to the brink, it can unleash a world-changing force, and even... attract the attention of the gods.
Li Chen, standing in the sky, seemed to sense the trepidation and chill emanating from the depths of the Western observer's soul.
His huge, golden, vertical pupils seemed to glance unintentionally toward the VIP area.
That single glance, calm and undisturbed, seemed to see through centuries of schemes and millennia of rise and fall.
In that instant, all the onlookers with complicated thoughts clearly understood a fact they were unwilling to admit but had to face.
From this moment on, even if the Dragon Kingdom has no dragons, it will still be just as powerful.
Because what the dragon acknowledges and manifests is not the power it bestows upon this nation.
Rather, it is this country and its people who have long since used their blood, sweat, wisdom, and indomitable spirit.
The immense power accumulated over a long period of time.
The existence of dragons is not a cause, but an effect; not the starting point of protection, but a glorious testament to the power of civilization.
They were never dealing with a civilization that needed external approval or salvation.
Rather, it is an ancient nation that possesses infinite depth and resilience, and has just shown the entire universe how brilliant its core is.
Li Chen, standing in the sky, swept his golden vertical pupils across the crowd, finally settling on the elderly men, including Qian Youmin.
The golden light above their heads remained dazzling, and even became more solid due to the blessing they had just received.
This is the true source of power.
It's not that dragon.
These are the people.
Li Chen spoke slowly, his voice penetrating the very soul of everyone present.
"I have observed two thousand years of human history, witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, and seen the change of dynasties."
"Only the people on this land have never changed."
"Even if the sky falls, someone will hold it up."
"The ground cracked, and someone filled it in;"
"When foreign enemies come, there will be someone to hold them off."
"When disaster strikes, someone will bear the brunt."
He slightly raised his head, his tone carrying a hint of bystander's satisfaction.
"I am merely an opportune moment; you are the true backbone of this land."
The words fell.
The entire Guanlongtai fell into a long silence.
Then, someone started a thunderous applause.
No one cared whether the dragon was being humble; all they knew was that this recognition was more exhilarating than any miracle.
In the VIP area, the faces of several Western envoys were as white as paper.
This country doesn't need a god to save it.
The existence of the dragon merely added a chain-like layer of protection to an already resilient civilization.
And this insurance policy is precisely the knot they can never untie in their lifetime.