The years when I would transform

Wang Xiao's body slowly rose into the air, vertically upwards, standing in the void, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending to the earth.

His gaze was cold and deep, penetrating the dust of time, looking directly at the shrine that enshrined the spirits of aggression and killing. He looked down at the shrine and said again: "Today, I am here to punish. The shrine enshrines not only the criminals of the war of aggression against China, but also the symbol of aggression and killing."

After saying this, Wang Xiao waved his sleeves lightly, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and the space around the shrine was distorted by an invisible force. Then, a dazzling light bloomed from his palm, turning into thousands of sword shadows, pointing directly at every spirit tablet in the shrine that enshrined the invaders.

Wherever the sword passed, the spirit tablets exploded and vanished, as if announcing to the world: the sins and shames of the past have been completely wiped out. And those who tried to glorify the acts of aggression by offering sacrifices will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever.

"Why didn't the Japanese stop him?" someone asked, not understanding why the Japanese, who believed in the spirit of Bushido, watched the shrine being destroyed and did nothing.

"Because this Chinese man is so strong. If I'm not mistaken, he is the grandson of the Realm Master, the legendary Little Wang, and the grandmother in the Evolution Competition." Someone recognized Wang Xiao.

"Although the Japanese people advocate the spirit of Bushido, any resistance they have is futile when facing such a strong man with extraordinary abilities." An elderly scholar in the crowd spoke slowly.

"Moreover," he continued, "as time goes by, more and more Japanese people begin to reflect on history and realize the mistakes and shame of those acts of aggression. They are no longer willing to maintain a controversial and sinful shrine for the so-called 'glory' and 'faith'. Today's incident may be a reflection of their inner transformation."

Some people hold different opinions. This is a European. He said, "What do you mean by reflecting on history? Japan's number one expert, Hyuga Baisai, is not on Earth. No Japanese can be Wang Xiao's opponent. Besides, Wang Xiao has the Realm Master standing behind him. Who dares to offend him?"

This sentence is so heartbreaking!

Hyuga Baisai led Japan's top masters to leave the earth. At this time, Japan's number one master was the man sitting in the shrine, but that man was just an ordinary evolver in the Shenqiao realm.

Although Wang Xiao is also in the Divine Bridge Realm, his strength is invincible in the same realm. The current top master of Japan does not even have the courage to take action. What's more, behind Wang Xiao is the existence of the only Yanhuang Spaceport that controls all the Yanhuang people's entry and exit of the universe. Its influence is unmatched. If any country dares to offend Wang Xiao, his grandfather only needs to say a word, and this country can be removed from the map.

When the Japanese learned of Wang Xiao's identity, they had only one thought in their minds: do not fight back if beaten, do not respond if scolded, otherwise the Japanese nation will be destroyed.

Chunru looked at the shrine that had been reduced to dust, tears glistening in her eyes. "It's ruined, finally ruined. After more than a hundred years of waiting, the shrine finally collapsed..."

Her tears were not only an expression of her grief over the destruction of the shrine, but also a release of the pain and anger that had been pent up in her heart for a long time. She might have imagined this moment countless times, witnessing with her own eyes the destruction of this place that symbolized aggression and killing, as if she was seeking justice for the innocent souls who had been harmed.

"puff……"

The moment the Japanese warrior was crushed to dust in front of the shrine, his chakra was disordered, his blood was boiling, and he almost died on the spot. Even so, he was seriously injured and spurted blood, just like the "Double-cut Intestine" in the movie "Flirting Scholar" nearly a hundred years ago...

At the same time, the entire global network exploded, and discussions about this matter were in full swing.

Countless people were shocked by Wang Xiao's strength, and even more shocked by the history behind this incident. It was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

And amidst these ripples, every country and every person has to re-examine that history soaked in blood and tears.

Wang Xiao's action was not just the destruction of a shrine, but also a violent blow to global consciousness, forcing people to face the truth that had been deliberately forgotten or covered up.

On social media, some people praised Wang Xiao's just act, believing that it was a proper reckoning for historical crimes; others criticized his behavior as being too radical, believing that historical issues should be resolved through peaceful means.

But no matter what, this turmoil has awakened dormant historical memories, prompting more people to actively explore those forgotten stories.

Later, with the promotion of the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Culture of the Chinese government, a few years later, the children's dream is no longer to be an anchor, nor a star, nor a live broadcaster...

Instead, it returned to the pre-00s, when children's dreams once again rekindled their desire for science, literature, art and exploring the unknown.

They dream of becoming great scientists, exploring the mysteries of the universe and solving the puzzles of nature; they dream of becoming writers, weaving the colorful world with words and writing about human emotions and wisdom; they dream of becoming artists, using paintbrushes or music to express their inner feelings and touch people's hearts.

Education has once again been given unprecedented attention. Schools are not only places to impart knowledge, but also cradles to inspire dreams and cultivate innovative spirits.

The Chinese government's Ministry of Education and Ministry of Culture have joined hands to launch a series of initiatives aimed at promoting the scientific spirit and inheriting the cultural essence. From curriculum setting to extracurricular activities, all revolve around the goal of cultivating well-rounded individuals.

On TV, it is no longer just entertainment programs that dominate. More popular science programs and cultural exploration programs are being sought after, opening the door to the vast world for children...

This is a later story, so let’s not talk about it for now.

After Wang Xiao destroyed the shrine, he swaggered around in the sky above Japan. However, when he was strolling in the sky, he always held the Minghong Sword in his hand. From time to time, he transformed into a giant gorilla a thousand meters tall, staring straight at Japan like an ancient ferocious beast, which scared the Japanese government a lot.

However, Wang Xiao only strolled around for half a day before flying back to China, which made the Japanese government breathe a sigh of relief. They were really worried that Wang Xiao would get itchy hands and attack their island nation.

If they really got chopped off, it would be even more horrible than what happened to Guang and Qi back then...

Qiao Ling, who was far away in China, naturally also saw Wang Xiao's domineering performance that shocked an entire country. At this moment, she stared at her phone with a crazy look on her face, "Brother Xiao is so cool, the most charming man in the Yanhuang tribe..."

Zhang Baojia was holding a bucket of fried chicken, silent. Although Wang Xiao was his idol, Qiao Ling clearly liked idols. Then this idol...

No matter what!

He thought the cool uncles in Huashan Sect were pretty good too, so how about... changing his idol?

"Brother Xiao must be practicing right now. Men who practice seriously are cooler..."

In Qiao Huachi's mind, a picture of Wang Xiao practicing in the thunder bath appeared. In the picture, Wang Xiao had a naked upper body, covered with arcs of electricity, and his long black hair was flying wildly.

Imagination continued to ferment in Qiao Huachi's mind. She seemed to be able to smell the mixture of thunder and sweat. Her heartbeat slowly accelerated unconsciously, her cheeks slightly red, and she was completely immersed in the dream she had woven.