Many people, rudely awakened in the dead of night, were furious. But as soon as they heard Jiang Feng's words, everyone sobered up.
More sober than ever.
Because if it was true, the thirty years of chaos in this world would end, and the once peaceful and prosperous world would return. Everyone was incredibly excited.
After Jiang Feng's repeated assurances, they immediately contacted more people, paying no heed to the fact that it was midnight.
They were eager to announce the good news to the whole world!
At four in the morning, many high-level leaders of their country, along with numerous wealthy individuals holding considerable resources, organized an online conference.
Zhu Nian and Chong Yan were also present.
And so was the baby.
Nan Bei and Jiang Feng were their representatives, speaking at the moment.
Jiang Feng, dressed in a neat suit with his hair meticulously combed, had even applied makeup to appear more energetic. He said with solemnity, "I can guarantee that everything he said is true. Furthermore, I wish to introduce a few people to you all."
The camera panned to Zhu Nian and the other two.
Compared to everyone else who was battle-ready, Zhu Nian and Chong Yan, clad in their pajamas, and the spirited baby in the swaddling clothes, looked like an ordinary family on the verge of sleep.
"This is Chong Yan; I believe some of you know him. This young lady is Jiang Nian, the one who killed the god this time, and in her arms is our original god."
On the numerous small screens before them, there were various messages of doubt and suspicion.
Nan Bei took the microphone. "I know you don't believe us. Please, watch a video first."
The video was captured by the dashcam of the car they had taken that day.
It depicted everything from when they were struck by lightning to Zhu Nian slowly descending with a child in her arms.
The video was not continuous, and due to the extreme camera shake, it gave a chaotic impression.
But it was precisely this chaos that made it seem real.
There were still all sorts of questioning voices, but they had muted the audio, so nothing could be heard.
However, with this video, some people began to waver.
An official representative came forward to speak with them.
"Miss Jiang, you were able to kill a god. If this is true, who are you? Can we know your identity?"
Zhu Nian smiled. "If I can kill a god, I am naturally someone more powerful than a god. As for anything else, you don't need to probe further."
The other party politely paused, looking at the soft and small baby on the screen. "We all have a common question. If, as you say, the child in your arms is our true god, then what is that... thing?"
For the sake of the mission, Zhu Nian had sought the system's opinion.
The system sighed helplessly: "The heavenly way of this world is already in your hands. Is there anything you cannot say?"
Even the heavenly way had to rely on her. Even if her identity were exposed, or her existence known, it would have no impact.
She could kill gods; she was more powerful than gods. Who could oppose her?
"I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it's likely an evil god or malevolent energy. The disaster thirty years ago was because it siphoned the world's fortune. In fact, if you had remained steadfast and denied its identity, it would never have become so powerful. Gods exist by faith. You believed in it, so it existed. You didn't believe, and it was nothing. Clearly, you were not resolute enough."
This was why such a thing could usurp the position of the world's heavenly way.
Everyone blushed with shame.
But they could not refute it. Belief in the supernatural, in the end, stemmed from the human heart. Being misled by such a being was not only because of its true power but also because they themselves were not firm enough.
With this explanation, many of the previous doubts subsided.
After understanding this, someone asked the question everyone was most concerned about: "Will there be more disasters in the future?"
"Everything in the universe has its patterns and is relative. Where there is prosperity, there is decay; where there is destruction, there is rebirth. As long as the human heart endures, there is eternal life."
These words were profound.
But many instantly understood.
Their civilization's inheritance, the passing of the torch, as long as people lived, as long as ideals were not extinguished, humanity as a collective was immortal!
"Miss Jiang, you are right!" the person on the other side exclaimed excitedly. "For these thirty years, we had to sacrifice our compatriots to save more people. We confined everyone to preserve more lives. We stopped for thirty years, yet there was still a way out, there was still..."
Things were not as dire as they seemed. Compared to the disasters faced by their ancestors, they possessed advanced weaponry and so much power, yet they chose to compromise.
Simply because, in their hearts, the other party was too mysterious and too powerful.
"We were all wrong! So wrong!" He stood up directly. "We should have resisted from the beginning. I believe you. Even if it's fake, even if that thing still exists, we will no longer submit. We will resist; we will stand up!"
The voices of doubt completely disappeared, replaced by words of encouragement.
The barriers were broken.
A faint white light gathered from all directions, converging on the little one in her arms, becoming very conspicuous.
The little one grew almost visibly.
It had been three months earlier; now it should be five months.
This scene once again stunned those watching them.