Daqin Zhentiansi

The forcibly suppressed alien origins launched a final, frantic counterattack!

A massive wave of demonic energy, as black as ink and as viscous as blood, surged forth from all directions of the passage!

These were no longer the ordinary soldiers, but rather countless powerful, bizarrely shaped demonic figures radiating destructive energy!
There are giant monsters with eyes shaped like stars, worm phantoms flowing with the laws of corrosion, and countless alien spirits in energy form that are like pure destruction concepts!
Like a dam breaking and a world-destroying torrent, they emitted countless shrieks powerful enough to tear apart the soul, frantically rushing towards the newly formed passage barrier and towards the light of the Great Wall barrier projected towards them, attempting to tear this invading force apart, annihilate it, and drag it back into the abyss!
They have only one goal—

Destroy that newly torn passage, symbolizing the Qin Dynasty's counterattack, and extinguish the light of the Northern Great Wall that attempted to encroach upon the outer realms!
The vast battlefield instantly descended into extreme madness!

The guns of the Prisoner roared to their limit!

The starlight of the Shattered Star Guardian collided with the torrent of evil, erupting in the void with a flash of light more dazzling than a supernova explosion!
Iron Punisher's heavy armor was as solid as a rock, and it did not budge an inch under the impact of the demonic waves!

Bai Shaoting's Crimson Scale Blade struggled to cut through the sea of ​​blood!

Tuoba Han's Frost Dragon Vulture let out an indomitable roar amidst the demonic tide!
Every formation, every warship, and every soldier was caught in a fierce and indescribable battle.

The void was churned into chaos by storms of various energies. Only the enormous passage that ran through the battlefield, and the light of the barrier projected from the end of the passage, which flickered under the impact of the demonic tide but remained steadfast, clearly indicated this collision that would determine the fate of the Nine Provinces!
Zhang Yuan, the dark figure that had defeated Zu Nie, had already returned to the bow of the Zhenyu ship like a pillar stabilizing the sea.

The enormous phantom of the Yuanyue Sword slowly rose behind him, as heavy as a mountain, suppressing all directions.

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his gaze sharp and cold as he surveyed the void battlefield belonging to the Qin Dynasty, which he had personally torn open.

At this moment, where he stands is the unshakable battle flag of the Great Qin in this void!

Even if the demonic waves surge to the heavens, only one word can respond:
"war!!!"

The "Starry Sky Spear," the spearhead of the Prison Guard, tore through the last barrier of chaos, and the iron-blooded torrent of the Great Qin crashed into a scorching and wild starry sky!

Xu Zhou!

The enemy has finally reached the city gates!

That was a continent that the Qin Dynasty had lost for tens of thousands of years!

Endless Xuanjia warriors surged out along the newly opened star trails, and the baleful aura of eight million Tiger Warriors solidified into a tangible form. It was no longer the Xuan Turtle and Ice Dragon that lingered on the ice plain, but a solidified, forward-swept black tsunami!

Its power was so great that the space itself seemed to weep and the stars to dim.

Every battle flag burned with the will of martial arts, and every clash of weapons struck the very bones of the Xu Zhou world with deafening force, announcing the arrival of the conquerors.

Following closely behind was the immense power that pierced through the void—the Heavenly Dao of the Great Qin!
It is no longer the majestic, star-studded continent that once held sway over the world in Yongtianzhou Imperial City; now it has transformed into an invisible, colossal net covering the universe, constructed from resilient chains spanning galaxies.

The chains are not a physical entity, but rather a product of overwhelming will and rules.

The profound historical significance of Yongtian Imperial City, the boundless vitality of Qingtian Continent's wild forests, the sharp sword energy that merged with the bowing immortals and demons of Yangtian Continent, the ancient chill of Chenzhou's icy plains, and the dazzling reincarnation light of Liangzhou's Buddhist sects...

The power of the Five Continents Great Dao was controlled by the will of Emperor Yuankang. Like billions of divine chains of order that entwine around the stars, it fiercely coiled around the Xu Continent, which was filled with demonic aura, from all directions!
Heaven and earth seemed to be both mourning and cheering!
Order and chaos clashed fiercely at this moment. The chains of the Great Dao dug into the outer starry sky of Xuzhou, bursting out billions of chaotic sparks, trying to firmly lock this unruly and fierce star and crush its last unwillingness!

However, Xu Zhou, this land that has nurtured countless ancient ferocious demons, is already on high alert!

Beneath the starry sky, beyond the Heavenly Abyss of Xuzhou, demonic clouds churned and boiled.

Towering, terrifying figures, exuding a primordial aura capable of tearing apart the starry sea, stood at the edge of the Xuzhou Starfield, like moving demonic mountains, forming an earth-shattering confrontation with the surging Qin army and the entwining Heavenly Dao chains!
A massive lava dragon, as large as a mountain, coiled in the starry sky. With each breath it spewed, a long river of fire surged forth, melting and collapsing the space in its wake. It even burned a boiling void rift in front of a great chain!

Its demonic aura was so intense that it resembled the embers released by billions of suns simultaneously extinguishing!

On the other side, an ancient demonic vine rooted in the remnants of a star dances with its countless branches.

Each vine was entwined with strange runes. When struck, the laws of nature were disrupted, and the gravitational pull of the stars twisted into a vortex, tightly binding several chains that contained the life force of Qingtian Continent and frantically devouring the vast life force contained within them!
A molten ancient tortoise, carrying a massive shell of black iron and with limbs like pillars supporting the sky, moved slowly. Lava flowed on its shell, creating its own molten world.

Its massive body was the strongest barrier. Despite being struck by several chains that were a mixture of Yangtian sword energy and Chenzhou cold energy, producing a deafening roar that shattered stars, it only caused sparks to fly and mysterious fire patterns to flow on its tortoise shell, stubbornly resisting the crushing force of the Great Dao!
Even more terrifying was the colossal beast that occupied the central star region.

It resembles a lion, but has nine heads, each representing an extreme law of destruction: plague, decay, spatial rupture, and annihilation of the soul...

The nine heads roared in unison, and the invisible sound waves transformed into countless ripples of destruction, violently impacting all the chains of the Great Dao that were binding them.

The runes on the chains flickered on and off, and the rules disappeared wherever they were impacted. The space seemed to be forcibly erased, emitting a shrill scream that shattered one's soul!
The power of these nine lions has already faintly touched the might of the fierce god who rules over a region!

This battlefield in the starry sky became a grotesque scene before the ancient demon court reappeared.

Each manifested great demon is a terrifying being capable of slaughtering stars in its respective domain.

They unleashed their overwhelming ferocity without restraint, using Xuzhou as their base to draw upon their primordial, untamed demonic power, and frantically resisted the Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Dao order's control and suppression!

The violent, chaotic, and ferocious demonic energy converged into an endless dark red raging tide, violently colliding, eroding, and tearing apart the magnificent golden light of the Great Qin's Great Dao that gathered the five continents. At the boundary between the two, the void shattered and reassembled, resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield in the beginning of chaos!
At the heart of this storm of confrontation that chills even gods and demons, beneath the shadow of the raging nine-headed lion, an extreme, pure, yet long-dormant, icy will quietly emerges.

At the bow of the Prison Suppressor, Zhang Yuan, clad in a dark black python robe and sporting a golden scale on his shoulder, gazed with eyes like a sword piercing through eternity, piercing the boiling demonic clouds and the shattered void storm, precisely locking onto that direction—

A solitary, frozen throne floats on the edge of chaos.

On the throne, the Xuanbing Kuilong Armor covered his silent body, which was as imposing as a mountain. The Dingkun Halberd, which had once been stained with the blood of countless demons, leaned against the armrest of the throne, its blade emitting a cold light that seemed to freeze the stars.

He is like an ancient monument.

The Yongzhou Ten Thousand Year Ice Soul embedded in his left eye reflects the tragic battlefield of destruction before him, while his right arm, forged from Starry Black Iron, grips the Dingkun Halberd, radiating an immortal, sharp golden aura.

There was no imposing aura around it, only a hazy layer of ice crystal stardust that isolated everything.

The chilling light, refined to its extreme, merged with the murderous intent accumulated over countless years to destroy the demonic aura, forming an invisible barrier that silently froze and dissolved the destructive sonic waves emitted by the nine-headed lion just inches away.

Space seemed to freeze around his throne, as if time itself had been frozen by that ancient ice.

A lonely town for ten thousand years!
The first Martial King, Ying Wuji!

He did not fully raise his head, as if the frozen throne had already become part of his will.

But his left eye, embedded with the Ice Soul, slowly turned, turning towards the one that had torn through the void, bringing with it eight million iron-blooded soldiers and the majestic Heavenly Dao...

The War Marquis Who Protects the Nation of Qin!

Their eyes met silently beyond the abyss of Xuzhou, transcending time and space.

There were no words, only the fierce clash of ice and the will of war, conveying a message that only the other could decipher.

The shackles that have suppressed us for ten thousand years will eventually be shattered with the arrival of new power!

A cluster of colossal, floating warships, obscuring the sky, hovered above the Great Wall of Tombstones, with the dark golden "Prison Guard" resembling a moving war god.

The phantom of the Qilin at the bow of the ship roared angrily, and the lightning it spewed was not an ordinary arc of electricity, but the liquid energy of the "Cangming Electric Turtle Eye Core". Each flash tore through the demon clouds and left a charred trail in the void.

Zhang Yuan, dressed in a dark black python robe, stood atop the bridge. The dark gold cloud patterns on the robe danced wildly in the gale, and the golden unicorn on his shoulder reflected the cold light of the northern border.

Below, the Great Wall lies dormant like a black dragon, while eight million Xuanjia soldiers stand in imposing formation.

The heavy shield array, commanded by Iron Punishment, was embedded into a steel plain, with the "Suppressing Mountains" runes flowing in a deep blue on the shield edges.

Bai Shaoting's Crimson Scale Warhorse surged like a wildfire, its armor scales burning hot like branding irons.

Tuoba Han's Frost Dragon Vulture stirred up a cold wave on the frozen earth, its screech freezing the demonic aura.

On the black tombstones made of city bricks, the names of the fallen warriors shone with golden light amidst the surging murderous aura. These were the imprints of the Qin army's spirit, echoing the awakening of the Xuan Turtle Ice Dragon's battle spirit.

At that very moment, the Frozen Throne of the First Martial King, Ying Wuji, appeared in mid-air.

The Xuanbing Kuilong Armor, condensed from ten thousand years of star frost, and the cold edge of the Dingkun Halberd silently pierced through the scarlet demon clouds. A point of icy light at the tip of the halberd pierced through the void, pointing directly to the heart of Xuzhou.

Ying Wuji slowly raised his right arm, forged from Starry Sky Black Iron, while his left eye, icy and pure, reflected the Xuzhou territory that had been silent for ten thousand years—

That icy essence was not an inanimate object, but rather the manifestation of the core of the Heavenly Dao of Yongzhou, reflecting within it the shattered mountains and rivers and the blood and tears of its surviving people. A decree, sharp as metal clashing against stone, emanated from its throat, each syllable causing the space to tremble: "Break through the Demon Court, reunite the mountains and rivers!"

This edict was not only a military order, but also a connection of wills across time and space. The long cry of the Dingkun Halberd and the faint sound of the Qiuhan Blade at Zhang Yuan's waist caused the two military wills to overlap in the void, transforming into an invisible domain-breaking spike.

"boom--!!!"

A crimson torrent bursts forth from the Wall in the North!
The moment Ying Wuji issued his decree, Zhang Yuan pointed forward, and the Zhenyu warships fired their cannons in unison.

The Xuan Turtle Ice Dragon Army Soul, carrying the murderous aura of eight million soldiers, crashed into the Heavenly Abyss Barrier of Xuzhou.

Iron Punishment's Xuanjia formation moved like mountains, heavy shields clanging as they snapped together, and the surging runes forcefully shattered the folds of space.

Bai Shaoting's Crimson Scale Cavalry transformed into scorching hot irons, tearing through the bloody wind with lightning speed, while the fiery stream of the Scorching Sun Crossbow vaporized the demonic clouds into a bloody mist.

The moment the army set foot on Xuzhou, a monstrous demonic aura surged like a swamp of decay.

The sky was swallowed by crimson blood clouds, mountains piled with withered bones flowed with yellowish-green pus, and the half-rotten remains of demonic birds floating in the rivers emitted a foul stench.

This was precisely the purgatory that Ying Wuji's Ice Soul had witnessed.

In the distance, amidst the ruins of the city, a hundred-foot-tall totem pole stands like a demonic monument.

Nine lion heads were biting a human skeleton, their empty eye sockets burning with green demonic fire. It was a projection of the nine-headed lion, and the demonic fire could corrode bones and souls.

Amidst the charred ruins of the collapsed city wall, the rotten soil suddenly tore apart!
Hundreds of skeletal hands struggled out of the filth, and beneath the tattered cloth, dark blue slave marks were branded on their backs, as deep as if etched into their bones.

They huddled beneath the broken wall, their pupils cloudy like dusty glass, completely oblivious to the "Swift Wind Hawk" talismans flitting overhead and the cries of the demonic birds—

Ten thousand years of enslavement crushed all hope.

A demonic dog bared its teeth and lunged at a young survivor, its foul-smelling saliva dripping onto his neck...

"boom!!!"

A figure clad in black armor crashed to the ground like a meteor!

The heavy shield, imbued with the rune "Suppressing the Mountain," unleashed a surge of dark blue light, crushing the demonic hound into a pulp.

The soldier drew his long sword from his waist with a backhand motion—

The blade is covered in flowing frost patterns, clearly showing the projection of the "Autumn Chill Blade" with its split blades.

The frost-covered blade sliced ​​through the wind and thunder, and with a whoosh, it struck the totem pole!

The hundred-foot-tall demon pillar collapsed in response, and the human skeleton with nine lion heads biting each other was pulverized. The green demonic flames were extinguished with a sharp cry amidst the sword energy.

The soldiers' blood-stained iron boots trod on the fallen head of the demon general, splattering blood like splashed ink.

He abruptly pulled the tattered battle flag from the sharkskin armory—

The flag was charred black with curled edges, but the character "Qin" embroidered with dark gold thread shone brightly.

That was an ancient flag he had taken from the Blackrock Fortress armory, its flagpole made of black iron.

"Boom!"

The black iron flagpole was planted into the scorched earth, and the flag's corner slapped against the young man's withered cheek.

The young man's pupils contracted sharply, and his trembling fingertips touched the soldier's breastplate—

The array of tiny runes etched on the surface of the armor is shimmering with tiny electric sparks from the battle.

An electric current pierced my fingertip, the icy touch like lightning cleaving through chaos.

"Qin...Qin..."

The young man's cracked lips moved, his breaths mingled with blood and foam.

Beneath his tattered clothes, the black bird totem on his back, scorched and deformed by demonic fire, now glowed slightly warm with the electric light.

The old man, whose beard and hair were matted like tattered cotton, suddenly staggered to his feet!
The hunched spine cracked and popped, and the withered claws pointed directly at the black bird totem shimmering on the youth's back—

That brand originated from the bloodline of the first border guards when the Qin Dynasty was founded.

A hoarse voice rolled from the old man's throat, like a rusty knife scraping against bone: "How...how can it be said we have no clothes—"

The entire camp of the deceased was as silent as a grave.

The sound waves pierced through the ruins, but in the next moment they triggered a cataclysmic response!

"boom!!!"

Thousands of miles away, the heavy shields of the Iron Punishment Black Armor Formation slammed to the ground.

Eight million soldiers roared with bloodlust, their cries shattering the barriers of space and carrying the biting winds of the north into the scorched earth: "We are brothers!"

As the sound waves swept past, the old man's hunched back straightened like tempered iron.

The murky tears washed away the grime and furrows on his face, revealing a deep, bony arrow scar on his cheekbone.

Ice crystals have formed at the edges of the scar, a remnant of the demonic arrow from the time of King Wu.

A second roar burst from between his bloodied teeth, each word like pure gold forged in a furnace: "The King... the King is raising an army—"

"Zheng——!"

The Dingkun Halberd hanging at the bow of the Zhenyu warship rang out in response!
On the frozen throne, Ying Wuji's left eye reflected the suffering of all living beings, while his right arm, made of black iron, shattered the frost and snow of millennia.

Zhang Yuan stood atop the bridge, his python robe fluttering in the wind, the scabbard of his sword humming in response to the autumn chill.

The two wills intersected remotely, triggering the core of their military spirit.

"Repair my spears and halberds!!!"

Eight million roars tore through the scarlet sky!
The Xuan Turtle Ice Dragon Army Soul manifested itself in the sky above Xuzhou, with runes on its tortoise shell flowing like a surging river, and the dragon's head roaring to freeze the demonic clouds.

The phantom image of the Great Wall appeared from the sky above Blackstone Fortress—

Neither real nor illusory, but rather a projection of the "Light of the Blackrock Fortress Barrier," formed from a base forged from star-sinking mithril and void-breaking crystal sand.

The phantoms piled up on the scorched earth, and the names on the brick and stone tombstones shone brightly, resonating with the camp of the deceased.

The ragged figure staggered to his feet amidst the war song.

The young man's skeletal fingers pierced the scorched earth where the demonic fire had not yet been extinguished, tightly gripping a sliver of sunlight that pierced through the crack in the demonic clouds—

The light was not a celestial phenomenon, but rather the orderly radiance emitted when the chains of the Heavenly Dao bound Xu Zhou, and it fell directly onto the black python robe of Zhang Yuan, the bowman of the "Prison Suppressor".

The golden scales on the robe reflected light, like the dawn piercing through the eternal night.

The old man trembled as he touched the arrow scar on his cheekbone, then laughed hoarsely: "Ten thousand years... King Wu has not fallen, the Qin banner has not fallen!"

"We, the remnants of the Xu Zhou clan, have finally, finally awaited the arrival of the Great Qin—"

Hundreds of survivors crawled toward the Qin flag, their withered fingertips touching the black iron of the flagpole. The dark blue of the slave seal intertwined with the dark gold of the battle flag, and the faint glow of the embers eventually ignited into a raging inferno. (End of Chapter)