Four years later, the land of China was ravaged by war, with smoke billowing everywhere.

Emperor Kangxi coughed up blood, and Emperor Qianlong broke down in his defenses.

This scene, however, brought no joy to the myriad worlds and timelines.

Because everyone understands that misfortune in the family, the emergence of traitors, will only embolden foreign invaders and deepen the suffering of compatriots.

Zhu Dijun's voice also confirms this.

His tone had lost its intense emotional fluctuations, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness and sorrow.

"Nanjing is just the beginning."

"Or rather, it is the culmination of this 14-year-long national tragedy."

"Fourteen years..."

He slowly uttered these three words, each one seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

"It began in 1931 when the Japanese army brazenly launched the 'September 18 Incident' and began to occupy the three northeastern provinces of China."

"By 1945, they announced their unconditional surrender."

"For fourteen long years, my land of China was engulfed in war, and my Chinese compatriots suffered more deaths and injuries than..."

"Thirty-five million!"

Thirty-five million!

This number is like an invisible nuclear bomb, detonating at the center of all time and space!

If we say 300,000, it would have already suffocated and driven the ancients mad.

That thirty-five million was an astronomical figure that was completely beyond their comprehension and made their souls tremble!

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng, who was just furious, actually took a step back after hearing this number.

For the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes, which had always looked down on the world.

"Thirty...thirty-five million?"

He unified the six kingdoms, ending hundreds of years of war. The total population of the entire Qin Dynasty was only about 20 million!

The number of dead and wounded in this war was greater than the entire population of his empire!

The Great Han Dynasty, Weiyang Palace.

Liu Che slumped back on the dragon throne, muttering to himself, "Fourteen years... thirty-five million..."

Throughout his life, he fought against the Xiongnu in the north, pacified the Baiyue in the south, and expanded into the Western Regions, establishing the great reputation of the Han Dynasty.

But the casualties he suffered in all his wars combined couldn't even come close to a fraction of that number.

What kind of war is this?

This is no longer a war.

This is tantamount to national subjugation and racial extinction!

Above the sky, Zhu Dijun did not pause. He began to list the blood and tears of those fourteen years in the most concise and cruel language.

"They established Unit 731 in Northeast China, where they conducted bacteriological experiments, vivisections, and poison gas tests on our living compatriots..."

"They implemented the 'Three Alls Policy' in North China—kill all, burn all, loot all! They created countless tragedies like Nanjing!"

"In 1933, the Pingdingshan Massacre occurred, in which over three thousand villagers were collectively slaughtered!"

"In 1941, the Panjiayu Massacre occurred, in which more than 1,200 villagers were herded into a large courtyard and massacred with machine guns and grenades!"

"In 1942, during the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Campaign, the Japanese army deployed bacteriological weapons along the way, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians!"

"From 1938 to 1943, they carried out indiscriminate bombing of Chongqing, my wartime capital, for five and a half years! Countless prosperous streets were reduced to ruins!"

A series of cold, impersonal place names.

A series of bloody numbers.

One heinous crime after another.

Through Zhu Dijun's words, everything was recounted one by one without any emotional coloring.

The roar of anger has ceased in the myriad realms and timelines.

There was no more sorrowful weeping.

Only a deathly silence remained.

Everyone was completely stunned by the endless suffering and evil.

Their chests felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

It turns out that Nanjing was not the peak.

It turns out that the entire land of China was once Nanjing!

It turns out that during those fourteen years, their descendants lived in a living hell where slaughterhouses were everywhere!

The Three Kingdoms Era.

In the Prime Minister's residence of Shu Han, Zhuge Liang stared blankly at the sky, tears silently streaming down his face.

He suddenly understood.

He devoted his entire life to six expeditions to Qishan, defying the will of Heaven. What was his purpose?

Isn't it all to prevent our compatriots from suffering the ravages of war?

But the tragedy he tried so hard to avoid unfolded a thousand years later in a way that was a thousand times more devastating.

"Ryo...you're guilty..."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse.

Cao Wei, Sikong Mansion.

Cao Cao, the warlord of a chaotic era, also fell silent at this moment.

He once wrote the lines, "White bones are exposed in the wilderness, and no rooster crows for a thousand miles," lamenting the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty.

Compared to the horrific scenes depicted on the sky, the chaotic world he witnessed seemed surprisingly "mild."

He slowly closed his eyes, and two streams of tears flowed from the corners of this resolute and ruthless man's eyes.

"Of the people, only one in a hundred survived; the thought of it breaks one's heart..."

At this moment, all barriers of time and space, all the pride of emperors, and all the achievements of generals and ministers seem so insignificant.

They share only one identity.

—Descendants of the Chinese nation.

They share only one feeling.

—A pain that cuts to the bone!

A shared will that has spanned thousands of years and embodies the collective spirit of billions of souls is taking shape.

That will was simple and pure.

Blood debt!

Blood for blood!

The visit to the memorial hall is drawing to a close.

Judy Jun led the audience from all realms to a wall at the exit.

It was a "Peace Bell" with an inscription engraved on its surface.

But what drew everyone's attention was the large character written in blood next to the bell.

Learning from the past is essential for the future.

Forgiveness is possible, but forgetting is not.

Zhu Dijun stood in front of these words and remained silent for a long time.

The myriad realms and timelines also remained silent.

After reaching its peak, that overwhelming killing intent and rage gradually subsided, transforming into a deeper and more resilient emotion.

That was sorrow, remembrance, and a wake-up call.

Finally, Judy Jun spoke. His voice was no longer filled with anger, but rather with a calm and firmness that came after weathering many storms.

"Ancestors, family members."

"I'm showing you these things not so that you'll only have anger and hatred left."

"It's so that you, and all of us, will remember one thing."

"If you fall behind, you will be bullied!"

These six words, like a resounding bell, struck the hearts of all emperors and generals!

Yes!

If you fall behind, you will be bullied!

If it weren't for the corruption and decline of the late Qing Dynasty, the decline of national power, and the incompetence of the army, how could the mere Japanese pirates have dared to set foot on the land of China and commit such heinous crimes?

"but!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with power and pride!

"I want to tell you all too!"

"During those darkest fourteen years of despair, our forefathers did not yield!"

The scene changes.

No longer are they black and white photos in memorial halls.

Instead, they are segments of colored video footage restored in later generations.

The scene shows soldiers wearing simple military uniforms, holding "Hanyang Type" rifles, and fighting a bloody battle against the Japanese invaders on the Great Wall!

There were guerrilla fighters who used landmines and tunnels on the enemy's rear battlefield, making the invaders tremble with fear!

Countless ordinary people sacrificed their homes and families to support the front lines!

Countless intellectuals braved the gunfire to move universities westward, preserving the seeds of education for the nation!

"We lost many battles, we lost vast swathes of territory, and we sacrificed the lives of 35 million compatriots!"

"But we never lost this war!"

"Because the backbone of this nation has not been broken!"

The scene changes again.

It was in 1945, after Japan announced its unconditional surrender, that the whole of China was filled with jubilation!

People flooded the streets, waving flags and embracing each other in tears!

Those tears that had been suppressed for fourteen years were released in that moment!

Those were tears of victory! Tears of survival!

Seeing this scene, countless people across all realms and timelines shed tears.

In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin looked at the jubilant crowd in the scene, his eyes reddening, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good! Well done! You are truly worthy of being my subjects!"

In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! We won! Our descendants drove those beasts away! Well done!"

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

"No matter how far away, we will surely punish them... No matter how far away, we will surely punish them... Our descendants, we have done it!"

They saw the beginning, and they also saw the end.

We witnessed the deepest suffering, and we also witnessed the final victory.

At this moment, Judy Jun's voice became incredibly solemn and sacred.

He turned to face the five-star red flag fluttering in Peace Square outside the memorial hall.

"Ancestors, can you see this?"

"The mountains and rivers remain, and the country is prosperous and the people are at peace."

"Today, we have a powerful military, advanced weaponry, and our 'Dongfeng' express delivery system can cover the entire globe! Our navy has already ventured into the deep blue sea!"

The footage shows the perfectly aligned troops at the military parade and the majestic aircraft carrier battle group cutting through the waves!

"Today, we will never again be slaughtered! There will never be another Nanjing!"

"We have not forgotten this history! Nor dare we forget it!"

Every year on December 13th, sirens sound in Nanjing, and the entire nation observes a moment of silence for the 12 compatriots who perished in the tragedy.

"We write this history into textbooks, make movies, and build memorials to tell our children and grandchildren—"

"Never forget national humiliation!"

"We must strive to make ourselves strong!"

After Zhu Dijun finished speaking, he bowed deeply in the direction of the memorial hall.

The sky slowly darkened.

The myriad realms and timelines remained silent for a long time.

All the emperors, all the generals, and all the common people were immersed in a complex and surging emotion.

There was grief and indignation, relief and pride, and a sense of warning.

When they looked at their era and their country, their eyes changed.

They finally understood that what they bore on their shoulders was not just the rise and fall of a dynasty.

It is also the continuation of a civilization, a nation, and thousands of years of bloodline.

Never forget national humiliation; let us strive for a stronger nation.

These eight characters, like a brand, are deeply engraved in the soul of every Chinese ancestor.