Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

Song Yin, tears streaming down his face, prostrated himself deeply on the ground.

He knew that the Ming Dynasty's calamity had arrived.

But this calamity will be borne by the flesh and blood of the ruler and his subjects.

at the same time.

Above the sky, several miles outside Dongzhimen in Beijing.

Dozens of colorful streaks of light pierced the dim sky.

Like a dazzling meteor shower, it rolled in with a suffocatingly terrifying pressure.

The leader was none other than the sect master of the Penglai Immortal Sect, a white-haired old man with the Daoist name "Xuanji".

He stood on an ancient bronze flying sword, his wide Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

His once youthful face, now shrouded in a gloomy frost, was now covered with a layer of cold gloom.

"Sect Master, the life-bound soul tablets of Ying Que and his two nephews... are broken."

A gray-robed elder who was following closely behind approached and solemnly reported in a low voice.

The old Taoist's eyes instantly turned as cold as ancient ice.

Ying Que was a highly talented disciple of the sect, yet he perished while pursuing a few remnants of ordinary soldiers.

This humiliation filled this giant of the cultivation world, who had lived for two thousand years, with unprecedented rage.

"This mortal land is devoid of spiritual energy, and it is absolutely impossible for it to harbor a powerful being capable of killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

The old Taoist priest Xuanji snorted coldly, his voice sounding like metal clashing, extremely grating.

"Those mortals must have used some hidden mechanisms or firearms, or a killing formation left over from the previous dynasty, which is why Ying Que and the other two fell into their trap."

He looked down at the majestic outline of the capital city below, a strange glint of greed and contempt flashing in his eyes.

"It's nothing more than the desperate struggle of ants trapped in a cage. Issue my decree: after entering the city, seal off all four gates. Exterminate every single member of the Ming imperial family."

"I will personally behead that mortal emperor and hang his head on the city tower as a warning to others."

"Once we have eliminated the remnants of this mortal dynasty, we will use this city as our base to rebuild the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty."

"We will enslave all mortals in this world, forcing them to mine mineral veins and collect rare and precious treasures for our immortal sect!"

"I will obey the Master's decree!"

Dozens of cultivators responded in unison, their eyes flashing with arrogant indifference and cruelty.

In their eyes, mortals are nothing more than cattle and sheep raised in enclosures.

Life and death are decided in their single thought.

They vanished as fast as lightning.

In less than half an incense stick's time, those dozens of god-like figures had already flown over the Forbidden City.

"boom."

An immense pressure, like ten thousand mountains pressing down, poured down without reservation.

On Fengtianmen Square, the originally solidified iron-blooded aura was like a wisp of cloud encountering a raging storm in the face of this oppressive force.

It was torn to pieces in an instant.

Tens of thousands of Ming soldiers, who were on high alert, felt a tightness in their chests.

Many soldiers with weaker cultivation levels were so overwhelmed by this invisible force that their knees buckled, and they collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from their mouths and noses.

Zhu Youzhen leaned on the Emperor's Sword, gritting his teeth, his legs trembling slightly under the oppressive force.

But it stubbornly refused to bend down even a fraction.

He looked up, staring intently at the group of otherworldly beings high above him in mid-air.

The old Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back on the flying sword, looking down at the mortal emperor who was struggling in the face of death, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Mortal, you have quite the backbone."

The old Taoist's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly throughout every corner of the Forbidden City, carried by his true energy.

"Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, backbone is nothing but a laughable illusion. Our immortal sect has arrived, and instead of paying homage, you dare to array your troops to resist us."

"Today, I will raze this imperial city to the ground, so that you may know the true difference between immortals and mortals!"

"Release the arrows! Fire the cannons!"

Without uttering a single word, Zhu Youzhen used all his strength to issue the final military order.

In an instant, a barrage of arrows was unleashed.

The dense rain of arrows, like dark clouds that blot out the sky, roared into the air.

Dozens of Hongyi General Cannons simultaneously unleashed deafening roars, spewing forth orange-red flames.

The heavy, solid iron bullet was hurled fiercely into the sky.

This was the Ming Dynasty's final counterattack, filled with endless tragedy and determination.

however.

The old Taoist priest Xuanji didn't even lift his eyelids.

An elder beside him sneered and waved his sleeve.

A semi-transparent protective shield of qi, visible to the naked eye, instantly descended from mid-air, shielding all the cultivators within.

"Jingle bells."

The countless arrows and powerful cannonballs crashed into the protective aura, like eggs hitting rocks.

The arrows broke and fell, and the cannonballs lost all their kinetic energy.

The rain fell weakly on the gold bricks like hailstones, leaving shallow craters.

Despite the Ming Dynasty's peak military strength, which mobilized the entire nation, it couldn't even touch a single hem of the enemy's clothes.

Despair spread through the hearts of every Ming soldier.

Zhu Youzhen closed his eyes.

He knew it was all over.

"The skills of ants are nothing but a laughing stock."

The old Taoist priest slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and then pressed down sharply.

A terrifying giant hand, tens of feet in diameter and formed from solidified azure true essence, suddenly took shape in mid-air.

The giant hand shrieked as if tearing through the air, like the sky collapsing.

It struck down directly towards Fengtian Gate and Zhu Youzhen below.

If this strike lands, not only will flesh and blood be destroyed, but the entire Fengtian Gate Hall will be reduced to dust.

The wind howled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Before the giant hand even landed, the terrifying force of the palm had already crushed the surrounding white marble railings into pieces.

Just when everyone thought they were doomed and closed their eyes to await death.

Amidst the raging storm and the deathly silence of despair.

A steady, unhurried footstep, seemingly keeping pace with the rhythm of time, came clearly from the direction of Chang'an Street, passing through the many palace gates.

The footsteps were extremely light, yet they strangely pierced through the devastating storm of true energy.

Immediately following was a long sigh, like that of an old monk in the mountains who had seen through the vanity of the world.

"The warmth and life of the mortal world have nurtured you for two thousand years, yet it still cannot wash away the pedantic arrogance in your bones."

"Wouldn't it be better to hide on an island and be a lonely ghost? Why did you have to come to this mortal world and get covered in mud and filth?"

This was accompanied by a sigh.

A gentle breeze, so serene and tranquil, wafted from the depths of the Forbidden City.

The wind, though seemingly gentle, contained a supreme Daoist charm that transcended millennia and was enough to make all things bow down.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The giant azure palm, carrying the life's cultivation of the old Taoist Xuanji and its intent to raze Fengtian Gate to the ground, melted away silently in the gentle breeze, like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

There was no earth-shattering collision, nor any scattered and overflowing qi.

That terrifying, all-encompassing attack transformed into specks of blue firefly light, like a dazzling rain of light.

It drifted down onto the armor of the Ming soldiers, then vanished without a trace in the wind.

"Who goes there?!"

The old Taoist priest, whose face had always been aloof and expressionless, instantly turned ashen white.

He stared wide-eyed in terror, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the breeze was coming.

It was as if I were witnessing the most unbelievable and terrifying scene in the world.

That was a furious attack from a Nascent Soul stage expert, yet it was easily neutralized by a gust of wind!

Such methods, let alone him.

Even the founding patriarch of the Penglai Immortal Sect could never have done it!