Daqin Zhentiansi

The surrounding survivors were instantly ignited, and with a "whoosh," they swarmed around, their hundreds of faces contorted with grief, excitement, and even madness amidst the smoke and fire.

They had no tools, only biting their fingers, or even cutting their palms with fragments of demonic weapons, and fiercely and eagerly smearing, imprinting, and branding their names around the marks with their hot blood, which was full of hatred and hope!
The flagpole was quickly covered with a sea of ​​scarlet names!

On the high slope, Jin Yuelin, who was directing and coordinating, suddenly turned around.

Amidst the billowing smoke, he saw the blood-stained spear that seemed to pierce the heavens, the crimson stains dripping from the flagpole, and the countless survivors below, their eyes burning with an unprecedented light—a light that was the spark of homecoming!
He was deeply shaken, and a surge of emotion welled up in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out another spare Qin battle flag beside him, and personally walked step by step up the highest rocky hill. With all his strength, he planted this brand-new battle flag, which symbolized rebirth and victory, hard at the highest point of the Riftwind Valley battlefield!

"call--!"

A fierce wind howled in, whipping up two Qin banners. One was a battle flag, weathered and scarred, yet bearing the blood oath of the surviving people; the other was a brand-new, upright banner, representing the indomitable spirit of the Qin Dynasty.

Under the Xuzhou sky, where smoke and blood mingled, the bright sunlight cast from the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces rustled and crackled!
The sound of the flags fluttering in the air seemed like a solemn clarion call that transcended time and space, signaling the return of this land, which had endured so much suffering, to the Qin Dynasty and the reunion of the ancient will of the mountains and rivers!

……

Before the smoke of battle had cleared at the entrance of Riftwind Valley, seven towering "Nine Nether Forging Furnaces," each ten feet tall, lay like giant beasts at the valley's mouth. The furnaces spewed out not ordinary fire, but the Xuan Yin Evil Fire drawn from the fissures in the earth's veins.

Yuchi Changshan's bare back was bulging with veins like a mountain dragon, and his arms were wrapped with the phantom of the Prison Suppressing Chains that had just been refined from the main root of the demon vine.

The hundred-foot-long remains of the lava demon dragon, suspended in mid-air by chains, were about to be struck by the heavy hammer—

"clang!!!"

Amidst the golden and red sparks scattering from the broken dragon bone, countless twisted demonic souls screamed and fled!
The demonic dragon's ribs rapidly deformed under the forging of evil fire, and the lava veins in the bone patterns were drawn out by the Ministry of Works' talisman masters with star sand pens, outlining the unique "Kuijin Devouring Evil" composite rune of the Zhenhai Ship armor.

Broken bones flew like rain of blood, each piece scorching a three-foot-deep crater on the frozen ground.

"Before dawn, seven hundred 'Wind-Splitting Demon-Slaying Crossbows' will be deployed to the vanguard battalion!"

Yuchi Changshan's roar mingled with the clanging of chains.

The crossbow mechanism was complete, with demon bones forming the bow arms, and the tangled tendons of the dragon were being forcibly stretched and tightened by a hundred workers using icy iron chains.

This is a demon-slaying blade forged from the remains of a demon king!

"Woo——"

The direction of Hanquan suddenly changed!

Yin Jiuyou's figure solidified from the black mist of the spring, and the eerie cold aura around him clashed violently with the sweet, fishy steam rising from the spring.

With a flick of his judge's pen, a blood-red star map drawn by thirty thousand struggling souls appeared in mid-air: "The Nine-Headed Lion King sacrificed the remnants of Xuzhou, his blood flowing straight into the earth's veins!"

Before he finished speaking——

“Boom!!!!”

The sky shattered like glass!
At the core of the crimson vortex, a strange vertical pupil with a diameter of a thousand feet condensed. What fell from the pupil was not light, but a viscous, scarlet waterfall like fragments of internal organs!

Wherever the evil light passed, the newly repaired spatial barrier melted and peeled away like rotting flesh, and from the depths of the rift surged a giant skeletal hand from the Netherworld.

The chain on Zhang Yuan's wrist trembled violently!

The Prison Suppressing Chain, which transformed after devouring the roots of the demonic vine, is now absorbing the surging battle intent of the eight million Qin Tiger Warriors.

The surface of the dark gold chain links was raised with red vein-like patterns, and the black python robe billowed without wind, like beacon fires and smoke.

"The vanguard battalion is being upgraded with the Gale Crossbow! All auxiliary troops are being equipped with the Ice Marrow Blast Mine!"

Military orders, like ice blades, cleave the battlefield—

The Ministry of Works' strongmen carried newly cast crossbows on their shoulders and rushed forward like a tide.

Each crossbow is inlaid with three "Mysterious Nether Crystal Cores" taken from the Frost Prison Demon General. When the dragon bone bowstring vibrates, it emits a tearing sound as lava and ice collide.

Three thousand auxiliary soldiers tore open their cotton armor and embedded the egg-sized ice-blue jade grenades into the grooves of their collarbones!

The surface of Lei's body was covered with the explosive electric patterns of Zheng Kanglin's "Cangming Dian'ao," a deadly weapon forged with the living water of a cold spring and specifically designed to counter blood soul evil arts!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three war drumbeats, like the heartbeat of a giant beast, rolled across the Riftwind Valley.

Zhang Yuan leaped into the air to the beat of the drums, the prison chains beneath his feet suddenly taut like the strings of a crossbow.

His right fingertip traced the crack in the sky corroded by the evil light, while his left hand pressed against the towering, mountain-like array of seven hundred Wind-Cracking Crossbows behind him—

"Two hours later, using the demon blood of the Nine-Headed Lion King..."

The illusory image of the Yuanyue Sword pierced through the clouds from the palm of his hand.

"Drive this wedge into the underworld—"

The autumn-chilled blade light exploded, creating ice cracks in the center of the vertical pupil.

"Stab that beast through the heart!!"

Amidst the clanging of chains, a corner of the Nine-Headed Lion King's altar, seven hundred miles away, collapsed with a deafening roar!
The moment the autumn-cold blade's light exploded into ice cracks in the center of the vertical pupil, the entire Xuzhou sky resounded with a sharp shattering sound!

The nine-headed demon, which had been entrenched for thousands of miles and flowed with foul blood, trembled violently. Its viscous, evil light, like frozen foul blood, instantly lost its vitality.

at the same time--

“Zheng——!!!”

The Prison Suppression Chains wrapped around Zhang Yuanxuan's Iron Armor burst forth with dazzling sparks, and the raised crimson-gold battle patterns on the chains surged like molten lava!

This chain of prison, which absorbed the iron will of eight million soldiers and was tempered by the evil essence of demonic vines, is no longer a binding device, but a bridge of destruction that pierces through the void!

The immense power carried by the chain ignored the spatial barriers and surged back against the demonic power circuit constructed by the nine-headed lion king with blood sacrifice!

Seven hundred miles away, the Nine-Headed Lion King Ancestral Altar.

The enormous demon altar, built from the bones of countless wronged souls and flowing with thick black blood, suddenly trembled violently!
The nine giant totem pillars on the altar top, wreathed in eerie green flames, groaned under the strain. One of them, the core demon pillar that had borne the brunt of the impact, snapped in half with a loud crash!
Shattered bones and burning demonic fire shot out like a volcanic eruption, smashing hundreds of elite demon soldiers guarding the altar into mincemeat!
The collapse of the altar not only instantly weakened the evil connection between the Lion King and the Xuzhou land veins, but also caused the Lion King's soul, which was standing tall with nine heads raised in the distance, to suffer excruciating pain!
“Ouch——!!!”

The nine ferocious lion heads simultaneously let out heart-wrenching screams, the sound waves mixed with shock, anger and pain, causing the earth to crack!
The demonic pupils, severely injured by Qiu Han's sword intent, oozed thick, filthy demonic blood, and the originally radiant vertical pupils quickly dimmed, cracked and spread, on the verge of shattering!
Zhang Yuan has made his move on the battlefield of Riftwind Valley!

“Break the Void!”

He uttered a low shout as if it were a divine decree, and his figure suddenly became ethereal.

The lingering smoke beneath their feet was torn apart by the violent airflow, and the space was ruthlessly shattered like ripples on water!

The person had vanished from the spot, leaving only a dark golden trail that pierced the heavens and earth like lightning, heading straight for the true form of the Nine-Headed Lion King—

That was the point where the demonic power backlash was caused by the collapse of the altar!

Seven hundred miles away, yet so close!
Zhang Yuan's figure stepped out from the void, and the Yuanyue Sword was already unsheathed!
The sword no longer emanated a dark light, but under the impetus of his Chaos Holy Chapter, it transformed into a Chaos Sword containing the weight of countless stars within and covered with molten lava that scorched the world!

The Great Sage's body, the power of the Nine Heavens, the soul of the Holy Realm, and the will of eight million soldiers were fused into one point at this moment!
The nine-headed lion king has gone completely mad!
The eight intact heads recklessly spewed out devastating primordial demonic power: decaying gray mist, sky-splitting blade wind, soul-corroding poisonous fire, and ice soul beams that could freeze souls... The torrent of power, enough to easily annihilate stars, intertwined into a net, obscuring half the sky, determined to completely annihilate this human who had offended the demon court!

Zhang Yuan's eyes were fixed only on that shattered primary pupil—

It is also the only fatal weakness of the Lion King's nine heads!
He ignored the destructive torrent that was powerful enough to tear apart the Great Sage's body!
The golden-scaled unicorn on the black python robe suddenly detached from the corner of the robe and transformed into a golden-red true dragon phantom that raised its head and roared, coiling around its body!

"hold head high--!"

The dragon roars across the nine heavens!

The immense power of the dragon forcefully carved out a tiny passage in the torrent of destruction!

This is the moment!

Zhang Yuan's Yuanyue Sword, carrying an unwavering will that pierced through the ancient chaos, followed the only glimmer of the demonic eye's flaw and struck down like divine punishment!

Time seemed to freeze.

The moment the sword light pierced the last demonic eye of the Nine-Headed Lion King, the sky for nine thousand miles seemed to be scorched for a moment.

The immense chaotic true power contained in the sword tip exploded like a raging fire thrown into a pool of oil, deep within that filthy and evil core!
“Zi—boom!!!”

An indescribable burst of terrifying light engulfed all sound!
First, the demonic eye exploded into billions of fragments. Then, a world-destroying power flowed in and destroyed along the primordial spirit lifeline connected to the demonic eye!
One, two, three...

The remaining eight lion heads exploded one after another like lit firecrackers, amidst a shrill and distorted silent wail!

The Lion King's massive, mountain-like body writhed and disintegrated wildly in the chaotic flames, like a tattered rag doll that had been set ablaze!
The viscous demon blood that had accumulated within its body for thousands of years, enough to corrupt a star field, was forcibly roasted and evaporated by Zhang Yuan's vast Dragon Elephant True Power, causing a purplish-black demon cloud that rose ten thousand feet high and emitted a burnt and foul smell, which was then completely swept away by the chilling sword energy!
The dust has settled.

Where the smoke of battle had been dispersed by the sword energy, only a charred, mangled lion skeleton lay prostrate in the deep pit. Where the nine skulls once stood, only nine grotesque holes remained, still emanating a terrifying aura of intense heat.

The air was no longer filled with the stench of blood, but with a mixture of sulfur and bone ash, scorched dust, and the purified air of heaven and earth.

Zhang Yuan hovered above the charred bones, the tip of the Yuanyue Sword pointing diagonally, the molten lava-like light on the sword slowly receding, returning to its dark and ancient state.

The black python robe fluttered wildly in the aftershocks, and the surging dragon and elephant blood beneath it evaporated all the remaining filth and demonic aura around it.

"Clear 36,000 li. One day is the deadline." His voice was calm, yet it struck the heavens and earth like a heavy hammer.

Rift Valley after the war.

The army spread out like a tidal wave.

The strongmen of "Rock Camp" cast the lion king's skeleton into boundary markers and drove them deep into the earth's vein nodes.

The engineering corps drove rune-inscribed giant plows, pulled by "mountain-moving beasts," to cultivate the frozen soil at the bottom of the valley, which was soaked with demon blood.

The purification runes carved on the plow tip flowed with blue light, and hissing black smoke rose wherever they passed, instantly carbonizing the dormant demon plant seeds.

Yin Jiuyou's "Nine Netherworld Demon-Suppressing Iron Chains" burrowed into the mountain rock crevices like a venomous snake.

The spirit-detecting runes at the tips of the chains shimmered with a ghostly blue light. As soon as the Shadow Lizard Demon, lurking deep within the rock marrow, revealed its ghastly green vertical pupils, the entire rock layer was frozen into a translucent ice coffin by the ghostly energy.

The heavy cavalry's boots crushed the soft, fresh soil, their iron hooves and ferocious claws stomped into the swamp, trampling the lurking scorpions into a foul-smelling mud.

Zhang Yuanxing arrived at a broken wall.

Dozens of children, survivors of the war, huddled among the rubble, their withered arms clutching animal bone toys bearing bite marks from fangs.

He paused, and the surging dragon and elephant true power around him suddenly receded and sank, becoming thick and mellow—the "Suppressing Prison and Stabilizing Spirit" divine power transformed from the sacred chapter of "Nine Revolutions of Primordial Chaos" spread out invisibly.

As the domain enveloped the area, the children's clenched fists gradually loosened, and the scattered demonic energy stains in their eyes melted away like ice and snow.

"Qingnang Guard!" The voice pierced through the cold wind.

The auxiliary soldier carrying the blue bag came running quickly.

The silver needle between the fingers activated the Soul-Soothing Talisman, the fine needle piercing through the Baihui acupoint, pulling the dormant fear from the depths of the soul.

Warm millet porridge was infused with danshen powder to dispel evil, causing a thin but solid white mist to rise from the cold ground.

A withered woman trembled as she took the earthenware bowl, tears falling into the porridge: "Three hundred years... I haven't smelled the aroma of grain..."

Further away, the "Snake Saliva Pool" churned with thick, dark blue mud, and the toxic fumes from decaying bones steamed up into a ghastly green miasma.

Zhang Yuan took three steps through the air, instantly stepping into the center of the pool—

"boom!"

The dragon's and elephant's vital energy flowed into the bottom of the pool like a torrent of molten gold!
The intense white heat steamed up thousands of feet of water vapor, and the foul, demonic aura churned violently in the crimson-gold light!
Countless demonic insect corpses were forcibly quenched of their filth by the high temperature, turning into ashes amidst sizzling explosions.

The pool water turned from inky black to turquoise at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the clear, cold water reflected the newly erected Qin-character battle flag on the cliff top.

"Clean...clean water!"

The old man staggered to the edge of the pool, scooping up water and gulping it down as if on a pilgrimage.

Hundreds of survivors lay silently on the shore, their parched eyes reflecting the water, finally revealing the image of humanity.

The prototype of Riftwind Fortress rose from the ground amidst a roar.

At the top of the hundred-zhang-high Riftwind Cliff, Jin Yuelin, with his frost-covered beard and halberd, activated the earth's veins with the Mountain and River Array in his palm: "The main fortress base is embedded into the right side of the mountain's blue rock base! The 'Pan Yue Talisman' is engraved into the Zhen position, and the tenons and mortises are glued together with cold iron dragon tendons!"

Below in the valley, ten thousand strongmen of the Rock Camp used giant shields as anvils and pounded the black iron foundation prefabricated by the Ministry of Works with heavy hammers bearing runes.

The thick iron stakes, taken from the tailbone of the lava demon dragon and wrapped with demon-suppressing runes, were carried on their shoulders and backs and driven deep into the earth's vein nodes.

The "Ice-Entwined Dragon Rope," forged from the Frost Prison Demon Vine, was stretched taut like a harp string in the hands of the array master, instantly transforming into the framework of a suspension bridge spanning the deep ravine.

A thousand-foot cliff rises in the Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, Xue Dingyue's gaze is like lightning.

He raised his arm to the sky, and three thousand Eagle Guards leaped and swooped down among the jagged rocks. Their talons and hooks pierced the rock crevices, and the base of the "Hanging Mountain Crossbow Platform" was suspended in mid-air by a array of runes—

The cannons of this aerial fortress face the endless demon plains beyond the valley.

The Black Stone Fortress, built against the natural stone forest in the heart of the valley, is already taking shape.

The rough stone wall is ten feet high, and its surface is covered with "molten gold patterns" formed from the remnants of the demonic dragon's blood.

At the center of the command platform inside the fortress, atop a towering black pillar, the "Light of the Barrier" from the Black Stone Fortress thousands of miles away broke through the boundary, the thick pillar of light piercing through the demonic aura like a sharp sword!

Zheng Kanglin led his team to speed across the newly expanded territory.

The warhorse's iron hooves crushed a section of a demon wolf's leg bone. He abruptly reined in his horse, and the "Azure Sea Electric Turtle" crystal core at his waist flashed with a ghostly light. His crossbow was already pointed at the crevice in the rock to his left: "Demon-Binding Guard, Lock!"

The three chains of demon-suppressing black iron, like venomous snakes biting and tearing apart the lurking Shadow Lizard Commander along with the rock wall, freezing it solid.

The heavily armored cavalry surged forward like a torrent, crushing the struggling demonic shadows and ensuring that beneath every stone embedded in the city wall, no more man-eating shadows lurked. (End of Chapter)