Daqin Zhentiansi

The enormous golden wheel phantom was instantly projected onto the demonic soul core of the Dog King's three heads!
Zhang Yuan's right palm, still wreathed in the destructive force, carried supreme "momentum" and pure "strength," crashing down like the toppled Mount Buzhou!
The palm contains twenty-eight divine patterns flowing within, and the projection of the "Immovable Xuanwu Emperor Image" at the core of the golden wheel exudes absolute suppressive power!
Space froze at that press!

Time seemed to stand still!
"Roar... Pfft!"

The demonic surge in the center came to an abrupt halt, emitting a mournful wail like a deflated balloon!
The massive, mountain-like head was forcefully pressed into the ground by this palm strike!

Skull collapse!

The demonic soul was firmly imprisoned and torn apart by the power of the golden wheel!
The remaining two heads also let out a mournful wail due to the damage to the same source demon soul. The huge demon body twisted wildly, but it could not shake the "true god" above its head in the slightest!
The broken bronze compass—the Soul-Devouring Wheel—suspended above the blood-red altar emitted a sharp, piercing hum the moment the Dog King suffered a severe injury!

As if sensing the end of the world, it trembled violently, and with a final frenzy, it was about to tear through space and escape into the void!

But, it's too late!

On the Golden Wheel of the Bright King that suppresses the Demon King, divine runes representing "soul capture" and "voiding" light up simultaneously!

Two chains of judgment, extending from the golden wheel divine pattern, instantly traversed spatial distances, binding and imprisoning the Soul-Devouring Wheel like venomous snakes!
"Take it!"

With a command from Zhang Yuan, the golden wheel flashed, and the Soul-Devouring Wheel, which was struggling and screaming in its attempt to resist, was forcibly pulled from the altar into his palm, which was hovering in the void!
“Buzz——!!!”

Even after the demonic artifact fell into the hands of the Supreme Being, he was still unwilling to accept it!
The bronze plate throbbed wildly.

The resentment of countless souls that had been devoured by it and had not yet been completely consumed seemed to have found a breakthrough, transforming into billions of twisted black phantoms filled with pain and curses, emitting ear-piercing screams and raging waves, and retaliating!

The black soul tide surged towards Zhang Yuan like a tsunami, attempting to erode his soul and corrupt his golden wheel!
"Noisy!"

Zhang Yuan glanced at it coldly, as if looking at dust.

His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even glance at the backlash soul tide.

He simply held his fingers together like a sword, his fingertips swirling with the purest power of law originating from the Mingwang Zhenshi Golden Wheel, and gently brushed them across the distorted vortex at the core of the violently pulsating bronze compass—the core representing "Soul Devouring"!
"laugh!"

It looked like a red-hot iron branding the ice!
A fundamental mantra talisman of the Bright King, formed from dark gold Buddhist fire and containing supreme purification and domination power, was instantly imprinted deep within the core of the compass!

The boiling, surging resentment of billions of living souls, which was trying to retaliate, suddenly stopped!
Like a wild horse shackled, all its will to resist crumbled and fell silent under the light of the mantra. Even its pure soul power was guided and organized, and began to operate in a mysterious order!
The next moment, the bronze compass that had been forcibly refined transformed into a mysterious stream of light mixed with dark gold and bronze, and with a "whoosh," it disappeared into the Mingwang Zhenshi Golden Wheel that was spinning endlessly behind Zhang Yuan's head.

The golden wheel's light suddenly deepened a bit!
The speed at which the twenty-eight demon-slaying divine runes at the rim circulated seemed even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Between the divine runes and the golden wheel itself, there was a new, slowly rotating, deep vortex phantom that absorbed pure soul power and emitted the aura of the initial cycle of reincarnation!
A more magnificent, more ancient aura, controlling the cycle of birth and death, began to gestate and grow within the golden wheel.

At this moment, the foundation of the authority of the Three Realms Reincarnation has been driven in with an even more solid nail!
Standing on the rubble not far away, the Venerable with the wooden staff witnessed firsthand the entire process of breaking through demons and sealing gods, which was almost overwhelming everything and evolved from the ultimate martial arts.

He looked at the dark figure standing proudly amidst the smoke and dust atop the ruins, its golden wheel behind its head radiating light across the heavens and earth, and his withered body trembled slightly, unable to suppress it.

He tried to speak, but his voice choked in his throat, only his lips moved silently: "The position of guardian of the divine path of Liangzhou... has been vacant for ten thousand years, today..."

He was perfectly clear at that moment that the person in front of him had already transcended the realm of mortals, and was not simply the Marquis of Qin. He was a demon-slaying king walking among mortals, and a true god who would rule the cycle of reincarnation in the future!

Only he is qualified to receive incense offerings for the position of garrison commander of Liangzhou!

No, perhaps the entire Buddhist community of Liangzhou has become a stepping stone on his path.

Zhang Yuan paid no attention to what the Venerable with the wooden staff said.

To take charge of the divine path of Liangzhou?

That was nothing more than supreme glory in the eyes of ordinary monks; to him, it was nothing more than a new, heavy shackle.

What he wanted was never to sit in one corner, but to conquer and reshape.

His gaze swept across the fiercely contested battlefield below.

Three thousand elite guards, clad in black armor and bathed in blood, exuded a murderous aura that surged like a raging sea. The monks and soldiers radiated Buddhist light, clashing and dissolving fiercely with the demonic blood. The golden and red hues dyed the sky a scene of tragic brilliance.

At the heart of the battlefield, the Demon-Suppressing Broken Stele stood like an ancient rock, with endless cries of sorrow and fighting spirit rising from below—the call of restless heroic spirits.

"Scholar Ji," Zhang Yuan began, his voice not loud, yet clearly drowning out the roar of battle, like the clash of gold and jade, echoing to every corner of the battlefield, "I beseech His Majesty to bestow titles upon the heroic spirits, so that they may forever guard this place in the cycle of reincarnation."

Upon hearing this, Ji Yuntang's eyes gleamed brightly.

He instantly understood Zhang Yuan's meaning.

Without the slightest hesitation, the far-sighted scholar immediately took out a scroll of bright yellow silk that had been prepared beforehand.

The silk scroll was made of extraordinary material, and it was filled with imperial purple energy and the imprint of the Qin Dynasty's national fortune, which were of the same origin as the previous reincarnation strategy silk scroll but had a more substantial and powerful presence.

He took a deep breath, his righteous energy surging forth, his face solemn and dignified, and his clear and resounding voice instantly echoed throughout the core battlefield of the Demon Abyss, even breaking through the churning, turbid demonic clouds:

"Emperor Yuankang of the Great Qin Dynasty issued an edict:"

"There are Zhao Wuji, the garrison commander of Liangzhou, and his son Zhao Polu, whose loyalty and courage shine as bright as the sun and moon, and whose integrity and righteousness reach the heavens! In the seventh year of Yuanhe, demons invaded the border. Zhao Wuji burned his soul to create a monument, sealing the demons and suppressing the abyss; his son Zhao Polu, with the body of a young boy, wielded a broken sword to fight against the demons and killed the demon general. The heroic souls of father and son have guarded this world together for a hundred years!"

"Now that the demonic forces have risen again, the heavens and earth weep. Moved by their undiminished loyalty and indomitable fighting spirit, we hereby bestow upon Zhao Wuji the title of 'Vajra King Who Subdues Demons and Suppresses the Abyss,' and upon Zhao Polu the title of 'Demon-Slaying Guardian General Who Destroys Demons and Protects the Dharma!'"

"Xu Erning's remnant soul, imbued with fighting spirit, reassembles his heroic spirit form! He wields the divine might of the 'World-Suppressing Golden Wheel' and the authority of the 'Soul-Devouring Demon Wheel' bestowed by the Marquis of Qingyang of the Great Qin Dynasty, commanding the 'Demon-Suppressing Heroic Spirit Army' formed from the will of thirty thousand loyal souls!"

"And this scoundrel—"

Ji Yuntang pointed his whip at the three three-headed giant dogs on the ground, whose demonic flames had weakened after being severely injured by Zhang Yuan, and who were cowering in fear of a fatal threat.

"These three wicked beasts and their three-headed dog clan are to be suppressed and subdued, and handed over to you and your son for eternal rule and command! Use demons to subdue demons, forever suppress the cycle of reincarnation in this world, protect all the spirits of Liangzhou, enjoy the blessings of the Great Qin Dynasty, and may your incense burn ever burn!"

When the imperial edict was issued, Heaven and Earth responded in unison!
"Boom——!"

The entire Demon Abyss Ruins trembled violently!

The enormous demon-suppressing stone burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light, and the broken giant beast stone carving on it seemed to be instantly given life, raising its head and roaring silently!

Two enormous golden phantoms, solidified as if formed from the wills of countless fallen soldiers, surged up from beneath the stone tablet!
A figure dressed in tattered armor of a Qin general guarding the city, his figure towering like a mountain, exuding majesty and solemnity, was none other than Zhao Wuji!
A figure of heroic spirit, wielding an illusory broken sword with its sharp edge, exuding a fighting spirit that soared to the sky, was none other than Zhao Polu!
Zhang Yuan's cold eyes flashed like lightning, and the "Mingwang Zhenshi Golden Wheel" hovering behind his head vibrated and its light suddenly surged!

The twenty-eight demon-slaying divine runes at the edge of the wheel, along with the deep vortex formed by the "Soul-Devouring Demon Wheel" at the core, simultaneously projected an unprecedentedly thick beam of light!
A pure gold color, containing supreme power of holiness, purification, and suppression!

A dark golden light flowed, radiating boundless authority of control, domination, and mastery! Two golden wheel divine powers, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, precisely struck the illusory spirits of Zhao Wuji and Zhao Polu!

"Roar—Awooo—!!!"

Amidst a deafening, silent roar, the phantom images of Zhao Wuji and his son solidified and hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye!
As if forged from immortal divine metal!

Zhao Wuji's battle armor was repaired, radiating an indestructible divine light, and a giant demon-subduing pestle, as large as a mountain, materialized in his hand.

Zhao Polu's broken sword was reborn, transforming into a divine spear burning with crimson gold flames!
Their bodies have become even larger, and their power is several times more terrifying than the three-headed dog kings at their peak!
Under the golden light, countless shadowy warrior spirits, clad in various ancient and tattered armors, coalesced in the ruins.

They stood solemnly in formation, silent as an abyss yet exuding a murderous aura; they were the 30,000 loyal souls who had followed the Zhao family father and son to their deaths here!
At this moment, under the divine decree and the great power of the golden wheel, they all transformed into the sacred and majestic "Demon-Suppressing Heroic Spirit Army"!
They simultaneously knelt on one knee in the direction of Zhao and his son and Zhang Yuan, bowing silently in worship!
At the same time, the dark golden beam of light derived from the "Soul-Devouring Demon Wheel" carried supreme dominion power and pierced fiercely into the bodies of the three-headed dog king and the countless large and small demon dogs scattered across the battlefield!

The hounds' mournful howls instantly turned into whimpers of fear.

The magical markings all over his body were forcibly branded with the sacred mark of the Golden Wheel.

The raging demonic energy was instantly purified and regulated, transforming into a tamed divine demonic flame with a dark golden luster.

The mad, ferocious aura of the demonic path completely dissipated from the three enormous heads of the Cerberus King, replaced by an absolute obedience and trembling that comes from being enslaved by a high-ranking deity.

"Roar……"

The largest dog head in the middle let out a low growl, with a hint of awe, and slowly lowered its ferocious head toward Zhao Wuji and his son.

All the Cerberus on the battlefield, regardless of size, prostrated themselves on the ground, submitting to the newly born heroic general and Zhang Yuan!

Zhao Wuji's heroic spirit took a step forward, divine light spreading beneath his feet, instantly covering the shattered entrance to the Demon Abyss.

Zhao Polu, holding the Crimson Flame Divine Spear, stood before the newly formed divine army formation, the spearhead pointing at the subjugated pack of dogs.

The heroic army advanced in formation and took control of the core of the battlefield.

The tamed Cerberus were driven and branded by the divine light, and they fled into the depths of the Demon Abyss or were confined to specific areas, transforming into special war beasts under the divine generals, both to clear out the remaining demons and to become the first line of defense.

With the core of the Demon Nest completely sealed off and the source of the filth cut off, the entire Liangzhou continent seemed to have been relieved of an immense burden!

The gloomy, demonic aura that perpetually lingered in the sky receded like a tide, and the long-awaited sunlight, like a golden pillar, pierced through the clouds and shone upon the weathered earth.

The barren earth veins slowly revived under the nourishment of divine power and the destiny of the Qin Dynasty, and tiny green shoots began to stubbornly emerge from the cracked earth.

The omnipresent Buddha light seemed to have been purified and sublimated, no longer just the radiance of faith, but also infused with a tenacious will to protect and the robust spirit of the Qin Dynasty.

Golden Buddhist light intertwined with the dark red malevolent energy of the guards and the newly born divine golden light, creating an unprecedented and extraordinary celestial phenomenon symbolizing "Buddha and soldiers working together, and the divine way prospering forever!"

……

A month later.

On Wanfoping, the temple bell tolls continuously.

The nine Venerable Ones, including the Venerable One with the Wooden Staff and the Venerable One Myo-ji, along with three hundred of the most wise and accomplished monks selected from various temples in Liangzhou, all dressed in solemn robes, their expressions solemn yet filled with barely suppressed excitement and piety.

At the center of their group were two figures radiating a faint divine glow, their forms stabilized by special magical artifacts: Zhao Wuji and his son Zhao Polu.

Their existence is no longer limited to the Abyss of Demons. Their core power and the divine positions conferred by the Great Qin have merged with the origin of Liangzhou. They can transform into phantoms to patrol the prefectures and counties, and can respond to summons at any time. Furthermore, they represent Liangzhou's loyalty to the divine way of the Great Qin.

Countless Liangzhou residents, monks, and lay believers lined the streets to see them off, creating a sea of ​​people.

Sun Ming, the Assistant Minister of Rites, had long since shaken off his usual anxiety and was now in high spirits, leading the large delegation and caravan as they slowly set off.

Destination—Xianliang, the Imperial City of Qin!
……

Before the main hall of the Qin Imperial City.

The Baiyu Square was vast and solemn, with civil and military officials dressed in court attire, lined up in orderly rows.

Emperor Yuankang of the Great Qin Dynasty, dressed in a robe with twelve dragon emblems and wearing a flat-topped crown, stood solemnly and majestically on the high steps, his gaze deep and seemingly able to penetrate infinite space.

"Boom!!!"

An ancient and desolate roar, as if traversing countless ages, suddenly erupted from the center of the square!
Beneath the imperial cauldron symbolizing the orthodoxy of Yongtian Continent, among the seven bronze cauldrons representing the seven lost continents, the "Liangzhou Cauldron," which had been silent for many years, suddenly trembled violently!
It burst forth with an unprecedented, sacred, and intense golden light!

"Boom——!!"

The entire city of Yongjing seemed to tremble!
In the sky, endless divine light gathered from beyond the heavens, pouring down like a golden torrent waterfall, directly into the trembling Liangzhou Cauldron!
"Roar--!"

"Zheng——!"

The other six bronze cauldrons, representing the six continents of Chenzhou, Yangtianzhou, etc., seemed to awaken at the same time!

The ancient mythical beast patterns on the cauldron seemed to come alive, emitting silent roars and resonances!
They radiated various colors of light, which complemented and echoed the brilliance of the Yongzhou Ding and Liangzhou Ding!

At this awe-inspiring moment when ten thousand cauldrons resounded and divine light filled the heavens and earth, the magnificent palace gates of the imperial city slowly opened.

Under the gaze of countless ardent, awe-inspiring, and reverent eyes, the nine Venerable Ones, including the Venerable One with the wooden staff, holding the nine-ringed wooden staff representing the highest lineage of Liangzhou and Buddhist tokens, solemnly and slowly stepped into the square.

Behind them, a procession of three hundred eminent monks followed closely, their chanting, though soft, forming a torrent that cleansed the soul.

In the center of the procession, the divine phantoms of Zhao Wuji and Zhao Polu suddenly became clear, radiating righteousness and divine majesty, causing the divine light above the square to shine even brighter!
Chen Wu led three thousand guards, their aura as chilling as Asuras, bringing up the rear. Their iron armor clanged, and their murderous aura condensed into dark cloud dragons that circled above the ranks, demonstrating the unparalleled military might of the Great Qin!
The instant they stepped into the center of the white jade square, bathed in the divine light that seemed to bestow blessings—

"boom!!!!!!"

The brilliance of the Liangzhou Cauldron completely subsided, and it erupted with a deafening clang that proclaimed "return" and "submission"!

A clear and dazzling golden beam of light rose from the top of the cauldron, completely connecting and stabilizing with the imperial cauldron that symbolized the center of the Qin Dynasty!
The wind stopped, and the clouds settled.

The entire imperial city was utterly silent. (End of Chapter)