National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Flames tore through the night sky, and the intense heat turned the yellow sand into a dark red semi-fluid.

Thirty thousand Abyss Destroyers, with their massive limbs, surged forward like a red waterfall of lava, charging madly toward the gates of Huaxia City.

Even at a distance of 500 meters, the heatwave had already distorted the air.

The bonfire in front of the city gate was extinguished instantly by the terrifying heat and pressure.

In the firelight, the seventh person stood up.

It was that old blind man who always huddled in the corner.

He reached up and took off the worn-out round black sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, then tossed them aside.

His eyes opened, clear and bright, black and white, showing no sign of blindness whatsoever.

He looked down, grabbed his tattered cotton-padded coat, which was full of holes and oil stains, and tore it open with force.

stab.

The tattered cotton-padded coat fell to the ground, revealing the clothes worn underneath.

It was a faded, old blue Taoist robe.

He reached out and smoothed his messy, gray hair, then casually tied it into a topknot with a wooden hairpin.

His hunched back slowly straightened.

In his fifties, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and his withered body regained its vitality under the nourishment of spiritual energy.

His left hand was behind his back, while his right hand held the old compass that gleamed with a bluish light.

He simply stood in front of the city gate.

The lively atmosphere of the marketplace has vanished completely.

A sense of otherworldly transcendence and detachment from the world, overlooking all living beings, arises spontaneously.

It is located in a remote mountain village in Northeast China.

The village chief is leading the entire village to watch the large screen in the threshing ground.

Upon seeing this, the village chief dropped his tobacco pipe to the ground with a thud.

"This...isn't this Crazy Luo?!"

Several young men nearby rubbed their eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "It really is that blind fortune teller, Luo, from the east end of the village!"

"He actually got into the national destiny space? And he's one of the eight people there???"

The news spread quickly online.

[Holy crap! Case solved! That old man wasn't blind at all!]

[A netizen from Northeast China reports: This man is the crazy Taoist priest in our village, called Luo Banxian! He pretends to be blind and tells fortunes by feeling people's bones. He also wanders around the foot of Changbai Mountain with a broken compass, constantly muttering about dragon veins, feng shui, and finding auspicious burial sites!]

My goodness, twenty years ago our ancestors placed him in Changbai Mountain to guard the northern dragon vein of our Chinese nation!

Changbai Mountain is the foremost of the Northeast's geological formations; having him guard that area—what a grand strategy this is!

[Turns out he wasn't blind, he was a legitimate feng shui master!]

[Holy crap! I'd met him before, but I thought he was a scammer, so I didn't let him see it!]

Haha, that just means you're not lucky!

[Damn, I was already feeling down, and what you said makes it even worse.]

[...]

Amidst the barrage of comments, a user with the ID "Researcher of Chinese Culture" suddenly posted a long string of colored, bolded comments.

Brothers, let's take a look at the professions of these eight predecessors!

[Guan Shan, wielding a broadsword; the executioner, beheading.]

[A horse carrying a copper bell; a corpse-driving craftsman from western Hunan.]

[Ji Yuan, who plays with yellow paper, is a paper craftsman at a paper craft shop.]

[Jiang Chen, carrying an iron chain; a corpse retriever from the Yellow River.]

[Su Qingyi, wielding steel needles, is a mortician who stitches up the dead.]

[Liu Bai, carrying a mahogany box, is the coroner at the yamen (government office) examining corpses.]

[An old beggar who consumes all poisons, a cunning poison master who wields Gu poison.]

[And now, there's this feng shui master who assesses burial sites...]

Many Chinese netizens have read the novel.

These professions sound like they have many interesting stories to tell, and people started to imagine them.

Holy crap! What kind of god-tier lineup is this?!

[The executioner beheads, the coroner examines the body, the mortician mends the corpse, the corpse retriever retrieves the body, the paper maker burns paper money, the corpse-driver leads the way, and the feng shui master locates the burial site!]

[A complete package! This is the perfect all-inclusive funeral service!]

Our lineup is just more outrageous than the last!

Other people's superheroes: Thunder King, Paladin, Metal Maniac. Our heroes: The Underworld Team!

[Incredible! This setup is so powerful, even the King of Hell would offer it a cigarette!]

While foreigners are still working on sci-fi mutations, our ancestors just pulled in a construction team from the underworld to fight a group!

[Got it! The ancestors sent them up there to hold a funeral for these Western monsters!]

【……】

The tense and desperate atmosphere of defending the city was abruptly steered in an indescribable direction by the humor of Chinese netizens.

.........

at the same time.

On international public channels, netizens in other countries are still immersed in the despair of the arrival of the seventh wave of monsters.

When they saw a gaunt old man in an old Taoist robe step forward from the Chinese side, they all let out a desperate laugh.

[Is this China's trump card? A fortune teller with a broken compass?]

[Thirty thousand fire monsters, each with temperatures in the thousands of degrees Celsius, whose armor is impenetrable even by armor-piercing rounds from heavy tanks—is he planning to use a compass to guide them?]

[What feng shui? It's all superstition, a scam!]

[Those few superhumans before were still somewhat capable of fighting, but now they're sending in an old man. It seems China is truly out of options!]

[It's over, we're all going to die, and the Chinese are still playing role-playing games!]

[Prepare for the destruction of your kingdom! In this heat, he'll be roasted to a crisp in seconds!]

【............】

Within the realm of national destiny, the battlefield did not cease despite external ridicule.

The roar of the Destroyer of the Abyss shook the heavens and the earth.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Dark red magma blood dripped from the monster's mouth, burning craters in the sand.

The intense heat and pressure rushed towards them, and the old Taoist's blue robe sleeves fluttered wildly in the wind.

The others standing behind could even smell the burnt hair in the air.

Old Luo stood at the very front of the city gate, still with one hand behind his back.

He raised his right hand and gently stroked the bronze edge of the compass with his thumb.

The cyan runes that had just been illuminated by the power bestowed upon them by their master were slowly moving along a specific trajectory.

The old Taoist priest's voice was calm, with a hoarse quality that came with the passage of time: "I, an old Taoist priest, have been pretending to be blind in this mortal world for twenty years."

He looked up, his clear eyes reflecting the sea of ​​fire.

People say that feng shui determines life and death, and geomancy determines yin and yang.

"But those are all tricks to swindle a few coins from people's pockets."

He took a step forward.

Crossing the yellow sand.

They were less than a hundred meters away from the oncoming horde of beasts.

He could even see the magma spewing from the maw of the S-class Abyss Lord at the very front.

"today."

"Borrowing the spiritual energy bestowed by our ancestors, this old Taoist will examine the true feng shui of these beasts that fill the sky."

The voice just fell.

He suddenly flipped his wrist upwards.

The old compass that had been with him for twenty years slipped from his palm.

The compass flew into the air, rising with the wind.

The palm-sized bronze disc instantly expanded to a radius of ten zhang in mid-air, like a bronze canopy suspended directly above the battlefield.

At this moment, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces, and the Twenty-Four Mountains on the chart all lit up with a dazzling blue light.

"Buzz—"