Daqin Zhentiansi

On the scorched earth of Fusang, the soaring bloody aura had not yet dissipated when, as the pillar of light from the teleportation array enveloped the heavens and earth, a new torrent of iron surged forth.

The true reinforcements of the Qin Dynasty have arrived!

The teleportation beam exploded!
Where the sea and sky meet in Northeast China, space is forcibly torn apart by a powerful, wild, and chilling aura!

A massive fleet, so large it froze the Demon Sea, tore through the waves.

The ship was entirely black, covered with the unmelting northern ice that had remained frozen for millennia. Its ram was as ferocious as an ancient beast. It was the elite northern border guards led by Ying Jiuchen, the Prince of Changping, codenamed "Xuanjia"!

Upon landing, the five million elite soldiers, clad in heavy Xuanbing armor and wielding "Cold Edge Crossbows" over ten feet long, dispersed swiftly as if they had practiced a million times, without needing any orders, amidst the roars of their officers and generals.

"Click! Click! Click!"

As the army moved, frost and ice froze on the ground!

With unparalleled discipline, they instantly sealed off the entire long northern coastline of Japan.

Countless heavy crossbows were mounted atop the towering Xuanbing Ridge Fortress, their bodies shimmering with eerie blue runes.

The giant crossbow bolt, imbued with the power of ice, instantly froze and shattered the demonic clouds and scattered demonic ships attempting to approach within a hundred-mile stretch of sea!
A “wall of frigid blades” forged by the will of the North and the edge of extreme cold suddenly took shape.

The rugged and desolate atmosphere unique to the North, mixed with the biting cold, forms the coldest bulwark on the edge of the battlefield.

Meanwhile, in the southern sky, five million Confucian cultivators from Qingtian Continent piloted the massive "Haoran Cloud Boat" into the scorched airspace of the Demon Island.

There was no clanging of armor, only a resounding, clear voice echoing through the sky: "Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in myriad forms..."

As the chanting voices converged into a river, the Confucian scholars either sat cross-legged in the air or held books and pens in hand, spreading out a magnificent literary atmosphere and pure Confucian sentiment.

Countless runes shimmering with purple light flew from their fingertips, pen tips, and even between their brows, intertwining and combining in the air.

Amidst the churning malevolent energy and lingering demonic aura, a massive array covering the entire core area of ​​the island was constructed—the "Purple Qi Comes from the East" array!
As soon as the formation was completed, a soft yet resilient purple-blue light cascaded down like a waterfall.

Unlike the compassionate purification of Buddha's light, this purple aura carries the Confucian noble will of "righteousness and cleansing evil," and wherever it passes, the filthy demonic energy that grows on the scorched earth and demonic remains melts away as quickly as snow in spring.

The scorched earth, corroded by demonic blood, faintly exuded a fresh, earthy scent.

The overwhelming resentment and malevolent energy accumulated on the battlefield were washed away, soothed, and purified by this vast and majestic aura.

The power of Confucianism is not limited to education; it can also use literature as a weapon to purify the land!
"cracking--!"

A bird's cry, brimming with demonic energy, tore through the sky, which had just been purified and was now somewhat clear.

Several two-headed blood crow demonic birds with wingspans of tens of feet, formed from demonic energy, took advantage of the gap when the purple aura had just risen and had not yet fully covered the area, and swooped down from the sky. Their sharp beaks and claws, carrying filthy blood light, rushed straight down at a Confucian cultivator formation that was still being set up!

The demonic aura and bloody winds were about to tear through the protective barrier!

"You wicked creature, cease your rampage!"

In the midst of the formation, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a blue robe, with a lean face and raised eyebrows, showed no fear in his eyes. He waved his sleeve and rolled up the universe hidden within his robe!
"Stop the fighting! Exorcise the evil spirits!"

A tongue that roars like spring thunder!

The ordinary iron pen in his hand actually drew upon a great array of purple energy, and he pointed rapidly through the air!

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

Three sharp, purple-gold brushstrokes, formed purely from refined literary energy, pierced through the air! These "ink blades" were as fast as a startled swan, carrying the power of the great formation, arriving first despite being delayed!
"Puff puff!"

Three dull thuds of sharp blades piercing flesh!
One of the two heads of the swooping demonic bird, along with half of its wing root, was instantly pierced and torn apart by these three seemingly light "ink blades"!
Demonic blood splattered through the air like filthy ink!
The enormous demonic bird let out a mournful cry, lost its balance, tumbled and fell, crashing into the demonic sea, where it was quickly enveloped, decomposed, and purified by the subsequent purple energy!
This scene stunned the remaining demon soldiers and invigorated all the Qin soldiers who witnessed it!
A scholar can slay demons with his brush!
The battle prowess of the Qingtian Confucian cultivators began to shine amidst blood and fire!

Almost simultaneously with the completion of the coastal blockade and aerial purification, in the core scorched earth zone of the teleportation array, a million elite Imperial Guards had already been deployed to the battlefield amidst Zheng Qiaoshan's low roar.

"Ironclad! Fortify the city!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy talisman array plate was driven deep into the scorched earth.

The armored soldier, skilled in constructing large-scale fortifications, was surrounded by golden light as he slapped the ground with both palms and chanted incantations.

The hard earth softens and shapes like mud in their hands.

Centered on the scorched highlands beneath Zhang Yuan's feet, which were occupied by the remains of the Demon God Tree, steel fortresses, thick black iron walls, and trenches covered with runes rose up at an astonishing speed, serving as the core of defensive formations!

The sounds of metal components assembling, earth and stone being compacted, and the buzzing of runes being activated intertwined. In less than half an incense stick's time, a forward command center and defensive fortress, built on the core terrain of the battlefield and as solid as an immortal mountain, rose from the scorched earth!

Its array patterns flicker and change, and its malevolent energy flows, making it the hardest core of the entire "Iron Wall"!
"call--"

A huge, jet-black Qin Dynasty battle flag, embroidered with a roaring dragon in the center, was suddenly planted on the highest point of the fortress by two burly imperial guards working together!

Black Flag!

It symbolizes the supreme imperial power and iron will of the Qin Empire!

The flag fluttered wildly in the wind above Fusang Island, a wind carrying both bloodshed and a sense of righteous indignation, like a burning black flame!

This moment signifies that the claws and teeth of the Great Qin have been deeply embedded in this once-immortal, demonic, scorched land!

This is the first time that the Great Qin Black Flag has been unfurled so brazenly on the battlefield of the Boundless Sea!

The 300,000 Crimson Flame Heavy Cavalry of the Eastern Frontier Army, having just completed a bloody purge, withdrew to regroup under Lei Ming's leadership.

As they gazed at the steel fortress being erected at an astonishing speed, at the purifying purple aura descending from the sky, at the chilling crossbow array by the sea, and at the scorched earth beneath their feet that exuded a dangerous allure, everyone's eyes gleamed with a greedy light brighter than the edge of a blade!

That was an endless thirst for the battles to come and for more demonic blood merits!
Fusang Island, a demon's lair that had just been bloodily ravaged, was transformed in an instant into a ferocious and sturdy war fortress by the combined forces of the three newly arrived armies!

A towering "Iron Wall Mountain," constructed by the cold frontiers of the North, the azure purple aura of the sky, the iron walls of the imperial city, and the crimson flames of the East, stands majestically amidst the boundless waves of the sea demons!

Zhang Yuan stood proudly at the highest point of the bastion, the illusory image of the Xuan Emperor behind him becoming increasingly solid and imposing, his gaze calmly sweeping over this war fortress that rose from the scorched earth of corpses.

“Very good.” His cold voice was devoid of any emotion.

This impregnable fortress has been built.

And this mountain is destined to become a giant tombstone.

A place that attracts billions of demons, who, having lost their demonic foundation and unwilling to accept defeat, come like moths to a flame to their deaths...

A gigantic tombstone! (End of Chapter)