Daqin Zhentiansi

The frozen soil in front of the fortress groaned and hummed, and the thick ice layer cracked with deep lines!

Even the strange phenomenon of the Xuan Turtle and Ice Dragon that covered thousands of miles seemed to be sensed, raising its head and letting out a silent roar!

Fanatical faith and boundless awe coalesced into an overwhelming will that almost crushed reality and illusion!

All the warriors have gathered!

Inside the command cabin of the Prisoner, the space seemed to be frozen by an iron will.

Before the massive, circular table of black iron, dozens of figures stood solemnly like rocks, their black armor and runes gleaming with a chilling light under the dim starlight.

They held their breath, their gazes fixed on Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Qingyang, who sat in the command seat. The cabin was filled with a fierce fighting spirit that caused the void to hum incessantly.

Half of these generals were veterans who had followed Zhang Yuan in conquering mountains and rivers and shedding blood on the battlefield.

The other half consists of the iron-blooded new elites who rose to prominence after the Qin Dynasty unified China and the Heavenly Dao reopened its gates.

At this moment, they were all lined up below, displaying the might of the Qin army like stars surrounding the moon.

Standing at the head of the lower group, just three steps to Zhang Yuan's right, stood a towering figure clad in dark gold flowing armor, as imposing as a mountain.

The golden patterns of the Nine Heavens Prison Guardian on his armor were like purple lightning coiling around it, and the overflowing thunder and fire reflected the slight ripples in the cabin space. It was none other than Qin Wuyai, the Martial Marquis of Prison Guardian.

His body was as solid as a tree struck by lightning ten thousand years ago, and his gaze was as sharp as a hammer striking the heart. He commanded the twelve guards of the Heavenly Guard and oversaw the extraordinary combat power of the Great Qin. He was Zhang Yuan's strongest right-hand man. At this moment, as he bowed his head and awaited orders, his aura was as heavy as an unshakable divine mountain.

To his left, a burly warrior, as imposing as a bear, wore the "Kuilong Shattering the Mountain" heavy armor, his muscles bulging as if containing explosive power; this was none other than Tie Xing, the City Destroyer.

Blood-red patterns swirled around the edges of the Xuanjia armor, and battle intent solidified into tangible smoke billowing. His eyes were wide open like copper bells. He commanded the main force of the Xuanjia Dragon Riders, unparalleled in breaking formations. At this moment, his burly body was taut like a fully drawn bow, as if he would tear through the void and charge into battle at any moment.

Moving further to the right, a cold, ethereal figure almost blended into the darkness, and Yin Jiuyou, the Nine Nether Prison Lord, stood silently, clad in black armor.

The chill emanating from the edges of the armor froze the dust, and the illusory shadow of the judge's pen hung behind him like a soul-reaping scythe, its gaze icy and lifeless.

He was in charge of purging the chaotic and netherworld beings, turning the netherworld passages into slaughterhouses. At this moment, in his silence, his aura was as cold and fierce as the claws extended from the depths of the netherworld.

To his side, a general wearing a python robe covered with dark gold talisman-patterned soft armor, his face as cold and stern as ten thousand years of ice, was Lei Hao, the Manifestation of Evil Extermination, who kept leaping with a purple thunder whip in his hand.

Each flicker of his whip created ripples that distorted space. He commanded the elite of the Martial Guard, his aura so profound it seemed he wanted to summon divine punishment. His gaze seemed to have locked onto the demons and monsters hidden in the void.

Surrounding the perimeter of the case, a colossal figure clad in black and yellow armor stood as firmly as the earth's veins, none other than Chu Chaoyang, the Marquis of the Eight Desolations and Demon Suppression.

The runes of Kunyu flowed across his armor like a surging river, and his gaze was as steady as an unshakable mountain. He commanded the formation and defense, his aura powerful and majestic, like an iron wall or copper rampart built on the battlefield.

Two seats away, Zhan Wuji, a fierce and valiant warrior, exuded a chilling aura as sharp as a knife; he was none other than the Marquis of Polu.

His lean body was like a drawn sword, his armor covered with blood scabs and cracks. He controlled the battlefield's annihilation formation, creating calamity for slaughter. At this moment, his muscles were taut and he was crouching, his fighting spirit almost piercing through the cabin roof.

At the rearmost position, near the cabin door, Marquis Du Mingyuan of Xiangnan was clad in azure water general heavy armor with runes, the wave relief on his chest faintly echoing the sound of the tide, and he held a command flag like an eagle perched on a branch.

He commanded the Northern Expeditionary Navy, his sharp gaze sweeping across the star map, his body seemingly surging with the waves of a vast ocean, stirring a salty, murderous intent within the cabin.

Moving to the bottom right column, the first to stand is a young general, Marquis Jingbei Wang Ben, who stands tall like a lone wolf on an icy plain.

The black armor was branded with a roaring ice wolf totem, frost marks were etched on its cheeks, and its aura carried the sharpness of refined iron and the bone-chilling cold of the frozen earth.

He replaced the old meritorious official and took command of 200,000 new northern troops, becoming the symbol of a new generation of northern soldiers. His fists were clenched like iron hammers, revealing his willingness to die for his cause.

Beside him, General Li Mu, clad in ancient vine-patterned armor, was slender yet possessed the abyss-like presence of a collapsing mountain. He held a seed entwined with emerald vines in his hand, exuding the vitality of the Qingzhou wilderness.

His eyes flashed with lightning speed as he opened and closed them. He commanded 100,000 elite troops from Qingzhou, his aura surging like a collapsing rock, like a deadly arrow waiting to be released.

On the other side, Marshal Zhou Tong, with his bushy beard and fierce expression, stood tall and imposing. His naval armor was as heavy as a whale's back, and the relief of a black whale swallowing the sea on his chest seemed to be about to break free.

The salty sea breeze and the surging waves around him revealed the domineering power of his warships. He was like a fierce god riding the waves, waiting for Zhang Yuan's order to shatter the demon realm.

Taking half a step forward, Lu Xuan, the Marquis of Liehai, wore armor as sharp as a sword blade that could cleave through space, a style quite different from the military system of the Central Plains.

With an unsheathed ancient sword hanging at his waist, its cold light gleaming, and his eyes filled with arrogance yet also with submission and worship for Zhang Yuan, he was a former expert of the Sword Pavilion who had submitted to Yang Tian. He commanded 20,000 Shattered Star Guards and worked alongside Zhang Yuan's personal guards. His aura was sharp and unparalleled, as if he would cleave through the Milky Way in the next instant.

Immediately following, Chi Lin made Bai Shaoting's red armor burn like a jewel, and his Phoenix Wing gilded halberd pointed diagonally at the ground, his scorching blood steaming out a red mist.

His young face was sharp and spirited, and he was the newest member of the Crimson Scale Cavalry. His eyes showed an undisguised thirst for battle, like a wildfire that could ignite the battlefield at any moment.

To his right, Zhenyuan Divine General Chen Wu's black armor was dark red like congealed blood, and his face was covered in hideous scars as if torn by lightning.

After the destruction of Wei, his aura was as somber as a deep pool. As the core commander of the new generation of Xuanjia, his armor was even thicker than before, and his killing intent was restrained as if he were a ferocious beast waiting to pounce.

At the very end of the line, the Frost Dragon Eagle Army Commander, Tuoba Han, stood like a mountain, over ten feet tall, clad in heavy armor forged from barbarian witch totems and black iron, and carrying a dragon bone battle axe as if wielding a weapon that could split the heavens.

His deep blue skin was covered in frost patterns, his eyes burned with the taming of wildness and the fanaticism of death, he commanded barbarian tribes and frost dragon eagle riders, and his heavy breathing was like an ice storm that suffocated people.

Surrounded by his generals, whether veterans or rising stars, all bowed their heads, their fighting spirit surging like a torrent.

The oppressive aura permeating the cabin caused the space to hiss, as if the next second, these iron-blooded stars would follow Zhang Yuan's command, tearing apart the heavens and reshaping the order of the Nine Provinces!
Qin Wuyai took half a step forward, slamming his iron fist onto the breastplate, his voice like a muffled thunderclap: "My lord! We are fully armed! The blades are cold! The entire Xuanjia Army awaits your orders!"

Lei Hao's thunder whip crackled: "One hundred thousand elite warriors of the Martial Guard, slaying evil and vanquishing demons, will follow only the Lord's whip!"

Yin Jiuyou's voice was as cold as iron: "Where is the Netherworld Passage? Your Lordship only needs to point it out, and the Nine Nether Guards will raze the Nine Netherworld to the ground!"

Wang Ben knelt down abruptly, his voice trembling with excitement, like the clatter of metal against stone: "The entire Jingbei Army begs to be the vanguard of the army! We will surely shatter the demonic barrier for Your Lordship!"

Lu Xuan bowed deeply, his posture extremely respectful, but his eyes gleamed with barely suppressed bloodlust: "The Shattered Star Guard awaits only your gentle cough, Lord Marquis! Even at the ends of the galaxy, we will pave the way for you!"

Li Mu, Zhou Tong, Tuoba Han...

The roars of new and old warriors clamoring for battle echoed in the command center, converging into a torrent of iron and blood that could terrify even immortals and demons!

Their fervor wasn't just words, but a thick, tangible fighting spirit that permeated the air, causing the entire cabin's iron walls to vibrate at a high frequency!

Zhang Yuan's gaze slowly swept over these resolute faces, etched with blood and fire, feeling the overwhelming, unwavering will to sacrifice themselves for him and the Great Qin.

"His Majesty's decree still echoes in my ears." His voice was not loud, but it carried a calmness that could crush mountains, instantly suppressing all the clamor for battle and clearly penetrating the depths of everyone's soul.

"Reforge the Nine Tripods and sweep away the void!"

He raised his hand, pointing to the vast, dark, and chaotic expanse of ice and void cracked open on the holographic projection outside the cabin—

Void portal!

"Beyond this gate lies the Demon Realm, the lair of demons that will prevent me from reuniting the Nine Provinces and tear my land apart!"

"I don't care if it's a holy land of alien races or an ancestral court of demons!"

Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly rose, each word carrying a chilling killing intent and an iron will, booming throughout the entire Prison Suppressor, suppressing the eight million iron-blooded roars of the icy plains:

"Break it through!"

"Sweep it away!"

"Give me the final 'lock' to reunite the Heavenly Dao of this realm—"

"Smash it!!!" Zhang Yuan's voice echoed in the military tent.

Everyone slowly raised their heads, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"promise--"

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Deep within the flagship Zhenyu, the command center remained temporarily silent.

Marquis Qingyang, Zhang Yuan, did not remove his armor and sat cross-legged on the main jade platform with his eyes closed.

Beneath the python robe, the body appeared calm, yet within surged a power powerful enough to shake the stars.

His thoughts sank into the chaotic space of his dantian.

The forty-eight Chaos Pearls, like miniature universes, rotated and stirred up a vast and ceaseless flow of true essence. They were the foundation of the Dao built by the Grandmaster of the Profound Realm, who integrated the ultimate mysteries of the "Nine Revolutions of Primordial Chaos Nourishing Qi and Returning to Truth"!

His flesh and bones bear the indelible mark of the Great Sage's body, and every muscle line contains the power of the Nine Heavens. With every move, he can pluck stars and shatter the universe.

Deep within his soul, the light of the sacred realm of reincarnation flows endlessly like the sands of the Ganges, endowing him with the profound insight into eternity and an undying will.

Surrounding his soul, slowly rising and falling, were the protective weapons that had accompanied him in battles and slaughters, staining the heavens with blood and evil.

The Azure Dragon Mace, symbolizing the sacred power of Confucianism and Taoism and the authority to command mountains and rivers, whispers ancient seal script and contains the immense power to break through the Dao and collapse the heavens.

The Autumn Cold Blade, imbued with the chilling force of autumn and capable of freezing time and space, has frost patterns flowing across its blade, its coldness penetrating to the very soul.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade, branded with an inextinguishable flame and burning with fierce fighting spirit, gleams with a sharp edge that scorches away all evil.

The Yuanyue Sword, bearing the weight of the earth and severing the cycle of reincarnation, casts a deep and solid shadow, splitting the heavens and earth.

Thirteen terrifying sword shadows, one real and one illusory, were projected from the Thirteen Deadly Swords of the Sword Tomb!

Although not its true form, it bears the inscription of destructive sword intents such as Immortal Slaughter, ... Trapping, Immortal Slaughter, and Immortal Burning, which are powerful enough to annihilate the entire world.

Although they were lying dormant at this moment, they were like thirteen chaotic beasts that could tear apart their cage at any time, exuding a murderous aura that made time and space freeze.

The armor and weapons have become one with one's own body, spirit, and soul.

He is the empire's sharpest spear and strongest shield, the core of the fighting spirit and will formed by these eight million soldiers!
"Whoa—ah!!!"

The horn, sharp enough to pierce the soul, was no longer the desolate gathering of the past, but a resolute battle cry that tore apart the barriers between planes.

Like the war cry of a ferocious beast that threatens to destroy the world, it pierced through the thick armor of the Prisoner and made the entire command cabin hum!
Zhang Yuan's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

In that instant, the seated figure vanished.

Instead, a war god stands in front of the bridge, with the sky on his back and the void beneath his feet!

Outside the cabin, three hundred floating behemoths simultaneously unleashed engine roars that could shatter galaxies!
Behind them, the blood and energy of eight million Qin warriors surged to the heavens!

The Xuan Turtle Ice Dragon phenomenon, which covered thousands of miles and was formed from the endless souls of soldiers, roared silently to the sky. Its huge body twisted and turned into a torrent of energy that pierced through the heavens and the earth and froze the void!

"Shattered Star Guardian! Gather—Edge!!"

Zhang Yuan shouted, his voice not loud, but like the clang of metal, clearly resounding throughout the flagship and the void!
"promise--!!!"

The 50,000 "Shattered Star Guards" surrounding the Prison Town roared in unison!
Their "Conquering Armor" instantly lit up, and the "Void Core Crystal" floating behind them burst forth with a dazzling brilliance like a nuclear furnace!
Fifty thousand rays of starlight suddenly converged, with the Prison Suppressor as its tip and the fifty thousand Shattered Star Guards as its spine, transforming into a giant star spear that traversed the void and whose sharpness was unmatched!

The tip of the spear was none other than the dark golden unicorn on the bow of the Prison Guard ship, which raised its head and roared!

The power of eight million battle souls, carried by the Xuan Turtle Ice Dragon, poured into this giant starlight spear like a torrent!

"Military Formation - Break Through the Void!!!"

Zhang Yuan pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed fiercely at the huge spatial rift that stretched between the ice field and the endless darkness, the entrance to the target plane!

"Roar--!!!"

The "Starry Sky Spear," which embodies the pinnacle of power of the entire Qin Northern Expeditionary Army, moved!
It is no longer flight in the physical sense, but directly tears apart the concepts of "moving forward" and "arrival"!

The gun's point revealed a chaotic spatial current, like boiling porridge, viscous void energy, and layers upon layers of natural spatial folds...

Like boiling oil thrown into a boulder, it instantly boiled, exploded, and vanished!
It's not "squeezing in"!
It was incredibly violent—

Break it open!

Crush!

Through!

A straight, temporary passage, carved out by pure destructive energy and unparalleled will, instantly took shape!
The inner walls of the passage were burning with icy blue and dark gold energy flames, and the remaining spatial fragments emitted a piercing wail!
The Prison Guardian is the sharpest point of this spear!
Carrying the steel gun barrels of three hundred giant ships behind it, the starlight power of fifty thousand Shattered Star Guardians burning, and the vast will of eight million soldiers and civilians, it was like a legendary divine arrow chasing the sun, carrying the power to annihilate all laws, and fiercely pierced into that unknown alien void!

In an instant, the world spun around!
The violent tremors caused by the giant ship colliding with and crushing the dimensional barrier reverberated throughout the entire fleet!

What lay before them was no longer the monotonous whiteness of the Chenzhou Ice Plains, but a bizarre spatial turbulence filled with chaotic colors and violent energy!

"Wow—!"

"Whoosh-!"

The sharp, piercing screams and the soul-shattering roars of beasts instantly filled the senses!

At the end of the cracked passage ahead, in the surging darkness, there were strange creatures guarding this place!

They come in all sorts of strange shapes and sizes.

There was a Void Demon Bird whose body was covered with dark scales and whose claws tore through space.

There are chaotic star beasts that are shaped like giant mountains, with flesh and blood flowing like magma, and whose tentacles can shatter boulders.

Even more terrifying are the colossal alien spirits, enormous in size, composed of pure starlight, and exuding an ethereal yet deadly aura!

Overwhelming!

It's like a giant net made of flesh, energy, and malice, waiting to devour and strangle this "reckless" intruder!

"Demon Barrier, break!"

Zhang Yuan's icy voice rang out once more!
The moment the sound faded, the "Star Spear," which had gathered all the power of the legion, unleashed its final burst of power!

spear tip—

The Qilin, the bow of the prison warship, emitted a beam of light that pierced through the nine netherworlds!
"boom--!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying energy shockwave exploded at the end of the passage with absolute ferocity!

Hundreds of the closest alien behemoths ahead, whether physical or energy forms, were instantly disintegrated, annihilated, and reduced to ashes by the shockwave formed purely of military spirit, murderous aura, and martial will, like snow being doused in boiling water! (End of Chapter)