Daqin Zhentiansi

The Vermilion Bird stretched out its neck, and its cry pierced through the barrier of the void.

It is not merely a chirping sound, but rather a key containing an ancient covenant.

Amidst the whistling sound, three hundred golden rays from the beacon towers responded, their patterns twisting and rearranging.

On the churning fiery sky, the majestic totems of the twelve primordial divine beasts were precisely pieced together!

When the Kui Niu totem suddenly lit up, a deep, thunderous resonance came from the deepest part of the Crimson Flame Sea.

That was the horn of the Chaos Kui Niu, sacrificed in the Thunder Prison in the past. In response to the call of the beacon tower, the accumulated thunderous power of countless ages is stirring.

"The time has come!"

The phantom of the Phoenix Ancestor let out a sigh that pierced through time and space, then shattered with a roar, turning into billions of dazzling fire raindrops.

Each drop of fire rain reflects a divine revelation.

Beneath the abyss, frozen for millennia, lies a colossal creature covered in icy ice. The Prison-Suppressing Divine Elephant slowly opens its massive, lava-like eyes, and the ice layers crack like a spiderweb.

In the Nine Heavens Gale Layer, the sea of ​​clouds that obscured the stars and moon was pierced by two beams of golden light that tore through the sky.

The Golden-Winged Roc's sharp, vertical pupils swept across the Demon Realm.

Atop the eternally snow-capped mountain, a tiger's roar that shook the surrounding peaks resounded.

A white tiger, its body as white as snow and exuding a fierce aura, was sharpening its claws against the ancient, frozen cliff face.

Within the lava cage buried deep in the Earth's core, the Xuan Turtle raised its head, and the ancient runes on its back lit up, causing the earth to pulsate.

Deep within the vast forest, a Qilin treads on fire, its horns gleaming with azure light, and wherever it passes, the withered, demonized ancient trees sprout a new green shoot...

On the entire primordial land, all the silent ancestral lands of divine beasts and sealed places erupted at the same moment with a majestic aura that shook the void.

One by one, the ancient behemoths who had slept for countless ages have awakened!
The Vermilion Bird did not stop; its enormous divine body transformed into a stream of fire that pierced through heaven and earth, soaring into the sky!

It did not fly in a straight line, but swept across the void in a mysterious trajectory.

With each flap of its wings, it leaves behind a trail of blazing, ever-burning flames.

These paths are not meaningless flames; their flames constantly flash with images of Zhang Yuan training troops and waging war.

Within the Thunderfall Abyss, the giant ape warrior roared and swung his fist. Within the earth-yellow law ripples emanating from his fist, the heavy, mountain-like, all-encompassing primordial aura of the Mountain-Suppressing Qilin was clearly entwined.

The Iron Feather Eagles formed a battle formation, tearing through the filthy demonic clouds. Their trajectories of cutting and slicing were similar to the Dark Gold Winged Roc's space-tearing, indestructible cutting path!

When the last fiery path bearing Zhang Yuan's mark extinguished at the end of the Crimson Flame Sea, the Vermilion Bird's figure had completely merged into the chaotic void.

Meanwhile, in the cracks of laws and dimensional gaps that even the will of the Demon Realm cannot fathom.

Twelve streams of light, each with a different color but all containing the same primordial power, are flowing silently towards their confluence point along the vast celestial network formed by the three hundred newly formed beacon towers, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Deep within the main fortress of Chentieling, the Mountain and River Demon-Suppressing Drum, which greedily devours chaotic lightning and nurtures an undying battle spirit, radiates layers of golden light.

Deep within the main fortress of Chentieling, in a quiet room isolated from all prying eyes.

Zhang Yuan did not revel in the glory of lighting three hundred beacon towers and forcing back the giants of the abyss.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his mind already immersed in a boundless and profound realm.

The 365 major acupoints on his body seem to correspond to the 300 newly formed beacon tower nodes and the primordial stars, absorbing and releasing unprecedented and immense energy.

The power of the dual realms, the vastness and weight of the primordial world and the profound darkness of the Great Qin Dynasty, collided, merged, and were tempered fiercely in the furnace of the chaotic god-demon body.

With each breath, the earth's veins in the main castle resonate with it.

Strands of newly born chaotic primordial energy flowed back from the beacon network, nourishing flesh and soul.

He could clearly "see" that the chaotic barrier deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, symbolizing the eighteenth shackle, was quietly covered with fine cracks under the vibrations of the golden light of the three hundred beacon towers and the demon-suppressing drums of mountains and rivers.

A primordial aura, originating from the very beginning of creation, seeped out from the cracks in wisps.

This is a qualitative change brought about by the sovereignty of the territory, a creation jointly bestowed by the battlefield and the heavens and earth.

Zhang Yuan's mind raced, instantly scanning the current situation.

The formation of three hundred beacon towers and the initial establishment of a million-mile-long clean domain was undoubtedly a monumental achievement, but it also brought him and this newly formed territory into the spotlight of all forces.

Although the Abyss Demons' furious counterattack was repelled, it was by no means a war.

The bounty placed on the heavens by the Demon Lord of the Rift Abyss is proof of this; the next wave of attacks will surely be earth-shattering.

Inside the boundary barrier, the attitude of the Heavenly Palace's higher-ups is ambiguous. Although the resource channels have been opened, they are not a long-term, stable foundation.

There was also that cold gaze, seemingly emanating from the highest reaches of the primordial world, like a sword hanging overhead.

The unusual activity in the ancestral land of the divine beasts is both a powerful ally and a new cause and effect.

To be too aggressive at this moment is definitely not the best strategy.

Having deduced this far, Zhang Yuan had already made up his mind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the chaotic divine light receded, transforming into a deep, still pool.

With a flick of his finger, commands were precisely transmitted to the core generals of each defense line through the faint resonance of the Mountain and River Demon-Suppressing Drum.

All forward outposts, including Demon Cloud Ridge and Blood-Weeping Gorge, immediately switched to the highest level of defense, relying on the newly formed beacon network and reinforced fortifications.

By leveraging favorable natural conditions and geographical advantages, we can build an impregnable fortress.

We will never take the initiative unless absolutely necessary.

Using the power of three hundred beacon towers that stretched to the sky and forced back the giants of the abyss, they intimidated the demons.

At this moment, neither the Demon Clan nor certain forces within the Heavenly Palace dared to challenge its might lightly in the short term.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch one's breath.

Reorganize the army!

Training!

Casting!

Core instructions issued!

The "Ten-Year Accumulation Strategy" has been fully launched!
Deep within the earth's veins of Chentieling, the weapon-refining workshop is no longer what it once was.

The sprawling flames transformed into a colossal lava beast that devoured light and heat.

Nine "fire marrow dragon veins" drawn from the earth's core roared, turning the core smelting area into a golden-red purgatory.

The air distorted like boiling water, the dazzling glint of molten metal, the pungent stench of burnt magical materials, and the salty smell of steaming sweat mingled into a suffocating smell of gunpowder and fire.

Core smelting area.

"Star Furnace"

Lei Zhen stood shirtless in front of a three-zhang-tall "Nine-Aperture Star Furnace". The sweat that had just seeped out of his bulging muscles was evaporated by the high temperature, leaving behind streaks of salt frost.

His calloused hands were as steady as mountains as he manipulated the complex array of runes.

The furnace spewed out terrifying bluish-white flames. A molten gold liquid, made from the melting of "Star Essence Gold," "Abyssal Iron," and the captured "Skull Demon General Skull Powder," was boiling and churning, emitting energy that caused the space to ripple slightly.

"Control the heat! Old Chen, control the 'fire-removing position'! Draw the 'Gui Water Spiritual Spring' to cool it down for three breaths, and be quick!"

Lei Zhen's roar drowned out the roar of the furnace fire. Not far away, the one-armed old craftsman Chen Tieshou, his remaining right arm with bulging veins, precisely controlled the cold spring pipes, injecting icy water into specific runes on the furnace body, instantly causing a large cloud of quenching white mist to rise.

The molten metal exhibits a subtle, understated luster, achieving the perfect casting point.

"Old Wu! Is the entire spine of the 'Bone-Eating Demon Lord' finished? It's just missing to make the bone base for the 'Rock-Level' core protective mirror!" Lei Zhen's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept towards the demon material processing area on the side.

"Purifying Bone Cold Cave".

In stark contrast to the scorching heat of the furnace area, this place was chilly and damp.

Old Wu Laoqi, an old weapon refiner with frosty hair and beard, was leading three apprentices wrapped in thick ice silk coats, their faces blue from the cold, around a huge demonic bone that was suspended in an ice array.

This "Bone-Eating Demon Lord" has a spine that is over five zhang long, is completely black, and has twisted demonic patterns naturally growing on its surface. It constantly emanates corrosive, cold black energy, attempting to erode the magic array.

"Draw upon the yang energy of the 'Earth Fire Essence'! Xiao Wu, stabilize the 'Kan Position' formation core! Guard your mind and spirit, the demonic backlash is coming!"

Wu Laoqi's withered fingers flew like butterflies, precisely guiding streams of warm yellow earth vein energy, transforming them into a fine net of light that enveloped the demonic bones.

With a hissing sound, the black energy was suppressed and purified.

One of the apprentices was momentarily distracted, and the rune pen he was controlling trembled. A wisp of black energy shot out like a venomous snake, instantly corroding and breaking his specially made cold iron tweezers.

The splattered black specks burned deep marks on the back of his hand, so deep that the bone was visible!
The apprentice grunted and gritted his teeth, continuing to pour in his true energy.

"You damned devil! This demon lord's bones are even more malevolent than when he was alive!" Wu Laoqi wiped the frost from his brow and roared towards Lei Zhen, "Give me another half incense stick's time! The last three 'Soul-Eating Demonic Runes' are the most troublesome; if you peel them off too quickly, they'll self-destruct!"

Rune Forging Zone.

"The Forging Workshop".

This is the primal symphony of power and skill.

Dozens of bare-chested giant craftsmen wielded heavy meteorite hammers weighing thousands of pounds, their muscles bulging like rocks.

On the anvil before them, sparks flew from the crimson "Rock Solid" armor embryos under heavy blows, each hammer blow accompanied by a low growl of sinews.

The wet cloths wrapped around their arms, soaked in "Ice Soul Cold Spring," hissed, and their skin was scalded red and blistered by the high temperature, yet no one stopped.

"Is the landing point accurate! Seven parts force should penetrate the armor, and three parts force should be used to solidify the armor!" The former squad leader of the Rock Battalion, "Scarface," inspected the area with a hoarse voice and sharp eyes like an eagle.

He suddenly grabbed the wrist of the newly recruited apprentice craftsman, "Iron Head."

"Stop! That hammer blow was off by half an inch! You almost ruined the 'overlapping wave stress relief pattern' on this shell!"

"Try again! Remember, you're not smashing iron with your hands, you're smashing the lives of your brothers on the front lines!"

Tie Tou nodded, a hint of shame flashing across his face.

Adjacent to the rugged forging area, the precision workshop "Tiangong Machinery" presents a completely different scene.

The temperature here is constant, and it is spotless.

Xuanjizi, the Celestial Refiner of the Heavenly Crafts Hall, was floating in the core of a huge "Zhou Tian Forging Star Instrument".

This colossal machine, composed of countless precision gears, suspended rune discs, and energy conduits, is forging the bow arm of the "Rift Abyss" powerful bow.

Xuanjizi's fingertips flowed with pure celestial essence, like the most skillful Weaver Girl, guiding a "void crystal diamond" the size of a pigeon egg at its core, which was constantly vibrating and emitting spatial ripples.

Below, several assistants, also dressed in the white robes of the Heavenly Crafts Hall, such as the young Celestial Apprentice "Yun Che," were nervously operating the control panel.

"Yun Che, activate the 'Star Orbit Stabilization Array' and use your 'Microscopic Thought' to sense the spatial ripples! The 'Space-Piercing Energy Channel' on the bow arm cannot tolerate the slightest deviation, otherwise, when the 'Thunderous Star-Shattering Arrow' is fired, the bow will be destroyed and the person will die!"

Xuanjizi's voice was solemn.

Yun Che nodded nervously, his eyes filled with flowing golden runes.

If he were elsewhere, how could someone with his cultivation level and experience possibly be qualified to participate in the refining of such a treasure?
Not only him, but all the other weapon refiners also immersed themselves in the rune array in front of them.

For them, this was an unimaginable ordeal.

It was also an unprecedented training experience.

far away.

"Demon-Slaying Cone Platform".

In the corner, firelight and electric arcs intertwined.

A petite but fervent-eyed female weapon refiner, "Mo Ling," a descendant of the Mo family of the human race, was surrounded by several assistants, working on a half-finished "Demon-Slaying Cone Tower Shield."

The demon-slaying cone protruding from the center of the shield flickers with eerie blue lightning.

They are attempting to embed the captured "Shadow Blade Demon Lord" core crystal into the cone.

"Attention! Injecting magic crystal energy!"

"Activate the 'Mysterious Yin Thunder Array' to neutralize its shadow-corrosion properties!"

Mo Ling's voice trembled with excitement.

The assistants carefully brought a crystal with constantly distorting shadows close to the cone.

"Buzz!"

The instant the crystal made contact with the cone, the violent shadow energy clashed fiercely with the lightning, erupting with dazzling purplish-black sparks and a sharp hiss!

An assistant couldn't dodge in time; his goggles shattered from the energy shockwave, and blood trickled from the corner of his eye, but he held on tightly to the energy stabilizer.

"Hold on! Just one step away... and you're done!"

With a shout from Mo Ling, the crystal was forcibly embedded, and the shadow energy was bound and tamed like chains of lightning. The tip of the cone instantly emitted a foot-long, dark blue light with a sense of spatial tearing!
The border is Guanzhong District.

In a corner of the magnificent mission hall, Young Master Xuanlan was engaged in a silent contest with a manager from the Heavenly Palace's Supplies Department.

On the crystal plate in front of him, a list of requirements was densely arranged.

One hundred thousand catties of Star Essence Gold, five thousand units of Earth Vein Essence, one hundred thousand high-grade Rejuvenation Pills...

The person in charge looked troubled: "Young Master Xuanlan, it's not that we don't want to give it, but the front lines have suffered heavy losses, and the treasury is also running low. Especially the Star Essence Gold, which is of great use to the Heavenly Venerable Palace..."

Xuan Lan remained calm, lightly tapping the list with her fingertip, and an encrypted message from a demonic thought quietly entered the master's mind.

Inside was a newly deployed map of the Demon Clan's defenses at an important magic crystal mine behind "Blood Weeping Gorge," as well as the weaknesses in its transportation routes.

“I’m sure Venerable Li Xing will be interested in this ‘small gift’.” Xuan Lan’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable weight. “Commander Huo said that these things are for protecting the lives of 300,000 soldiers and for forging the souls of the 3 million-mile defense line.”

"Only by protecting the Blood Millstone can the Heavenly Venerable Palace truly be put to use. Besides..."

He paused, then pointed to an inconspicuous corner of the list: "The eyeballs and wing membranes of this batch of 'Shadow Bats' are excellent materials for making high-level stealth talismans. Their market price... I'm sure you, Master, know."

"We just need to exchange them for 'Void Crystals' at the same price."

The person in charge's eyes flickered as he rapidly tapped his fingers on the table, calculating gains and losses.

Finally, he took a deep breath and stamped a golden seal heavily on the list: "The supplies will be delivered to the Chentieling transit station in three days. Young Master Xuanlan, the Fire Commander's forces are truly full of talent."

Xuan Lan nodded slightly, then turned and left.

As he walked out of the main hall, he glanced up at the churning demonic clouds in the direction of Chen Tieling and muttered to himself, "Thirty percent of the arrows have been secured again."

He navigated the complex network of power within the Great Wall, using intelligence, spoils of war, and shrewd calculations to continuously supply the front lines with the lifeblood of survival and combat. (End of Chapter)