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

The buzzing sound echoed across the battlefield.

A bronze compass, ten feet in diameter, hovered in the sky.

On the plate, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Eight Trigrams, and the Twenty-Four Mountains inscriptions successively lit up with a dazzling blue light.

Eight thick beams of cyan light crashed down from the edge of the disc, striking precisely eight locations on the outer perimeter of the battlefield.

The earthquake trembled.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no deafening explosions.

The flat, barren yellow sand desert underwent a transformation the moment the beam of light fell.

The earth's surface was directly torn apart.

Black rocky mountains rise abruptly from the ground, towering hundreds of meters high.

The solid ground was split in two, with a bottomless ravine running east to west.

The terrain was forcibly reshaped by an invisible force.

The 30,000 Abyss Destroyers, who were originally charging in a fan shape, had their path abruptly cut off by the mountains and abysses that blocked their way.

Forced to rush along the only passage left by the terrain, they eventually all surged into the central area surrounded by eight rocky mountains.

Foreign netizens' comments completely spiraled out of control at this moment:

[God, that's changing the terrain; that's the power of the Creator!]

They are not superhumans, they are gods!

How many secrets is China hiding from the world?

[This is impossible! What are our lightning and holy light compared to changing the landscape?!]

[Thirty thousand monsters were forcibly herded together, and the old man changed the entire battlefield!]

[Someone please save our country! We beg China to send this old man over!]

I take back what I said before, that he was a fraud. I'm buying a plane ticket right now to go to Changbai Mountain in China and kneel down in worship!

【China, please grant my request and let me pass through!】

Yes, yes, I want to go too!!!

【............】

Bald Eagle Kingdom, Black Palace.

The president slammed his fist on the mahogany desk.

The coffee cup on the table overturned, and dark brown liquid spilled all over the documents.

The chief of staff stood to the side, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his brow: "Your Excellency, altering the landscape is not something humans can do; it's not scientific!"

"Science? To hell with science!"

The president gasped for breath, clutching his hair. "This is the power of creation. How can we possibly contend with a nation that can create mountains and abysses at will! Jackson was exhausted and coughing up blood after killing just a few thousand, and they just threw down a compass and reshaped the battlefield!"

He turned to look at the think tank expert group.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

What did you say?

These eight people are all incredibly strange; how can they be compared?

We always emphasize science and aim to unleash the potential of the human body.

In the end, it's not as effective as the master-apprentice transmission of knowledge.

Is metaphysics truly the end of science?

.........

The live stream room dedicated to Huaxia was flooded with comments:

Holy crap! This is a complete transformation!

This old man is a true master; he's a true Feng Shui master of China!

Who says feng shui is a scam? Come out and take your punishment! Feng shui is for slaying monsters!

[Our ancestors were amazing! The people they brought in were all incredibly monstrous!]

The guardian of Changbai Mountain's dragon vein truly lives up to his name; I bow to the venerable Taoist priest!

[He managed to surround 30,000 monsters with a mountain—that's incredibly impressive.]

This is what it means to strategize within the command tent and win battles a thousand miles away!

Hahaha, look at those foreigners, they're all totally terrified.

[Where were you laughing just now? Keep yelling!]

【..........】

At the foot of Changbai Mountain.

In the threshing ground of a village in Northeast China, the entire village stares intently at the large screen.

The village chief gasped, slamming his pipe twice on the sole of his shoe: "This isn't Crazy Luo, this is practically Immortal Luo! We usually chase him away with brooms when he comes to the village begging for wine. But if he glares at us, our whole village will turn into a sinkhole!"

Several young men, their faces flushed, shouted at the top of their lungs, "Grandpa Luo is mighty! From now on, Changbai Mountain will be Grandpa Luo's sacred ground!"

The thought of such a divine being once living in their village made them blush with excitement.

next second.

One of the children lit up a flame in his hand.

"Fire! Fire!! Fire!!!"

"Gazi, you've awakened your superpower!!!!"

........

Yanjing, the highest strategic command center, located 100 meters underground.

Zhou Yaoguo stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the main screen.

His breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

Staff Officer Li looked at the data transmitted from the technical department, his voice trembling: "Sir, the space energy monitoring instrument has exceeded its limit. The compass has triggered magnetic field resonance, directly drawing upon the earth's ley lines within a hundred miles."

"Excellent! What a wonderful explanation of how feng shui determines yin and yang!"

Zhou Yaoguo strode to the table. "It's a great fortune for China that this power is in the hands of our own people. Those abyssal creatures, once they've entered the old Taoist's trap, won't be leaving alive!"

The two of them were very happy.

At the same time, I'm also glad.

Such a person's heart is with China!

.........

Within the realm of national destiny, the war situation has been completely reversed.

Thirty thousand Abyss Destroyers were forcibly confined in the center of a depression five kilometers wide.

Eight blinding blue beams of light descended from the sky.

The blue light intertwined and merged, forming a huge Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array that covered the sky and the earth.

Rest, life, injury, block, scene, death, shock, open.

It takes root and flourishes in eight directions.

The formation was completed.

An S-class Abyss Lord crashed into an invisible barrier, then opened its massive maw and spewed a pillar of fire at thousands of degrees Celsius into the air directly in front of it.

The pillar of fire shot out ten meters before being forcefully deflected by an invisible wall of energy.

The sea of ​​fire surged back, pouring down on the dozens of A-level Destroyers on the right.

The dark red magma blood was ignited by the high temperature.

The keratinous armor was burned through, and the pungent smell of burnt meat permeated the formation.

Dozens of elite monsters let out a shrill roar, their eyes turning blood red.

They lost their minds and turned to pounce on the S-class lord.

The sharp claws tore open the opponent's back, and the barbs pierced the neck.

The space within the formation is disordered, and gravity is abnormal.

At the location of the Gate of Shock, thousands of Destroyers are trapped in hallucinations, turning their companions into mortal enemies and tearing each other apart.

The thick tail shell shattered the skull, and white brain matter mixed with dark red blood sprayed everywhere.

At the location of the Death Gate, countless sharp spikes sprouted from the ground, piercing directly through the monster's abdomen.

The more the monster struggled, the larger the wounds tore open, and blood flowed like a river, spreading along the grooves of the Bagua pattern.

The Abyss Destroyer's prized armor and high temperatures were all used against its own kind within the cramped confinement.

Limbs and severed arms flew through the air, while shattered internal organs hung around the rock face.

The dull thuds of objects colliding with each other rang out one after another.

Old Luo stood at the edge of the city wall.

His old blue Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his disheveled hair flew wildly.

He didn't look at the monsters who had died tragically. His left hand remained behind his back, while his right hand was raised, with his index and middle fingers extended, flicking it in mid-air.

"Injury point, turn."

The words fell.

Inside the formation, the stone mountain on the left side shifted horizontally.

Thousands of monsters that were fighting were crushed into meat patties by the closing rocks.

The sound of bones breaking echoed frequently, and large chunks of minced meat squeezed out from the cracks in the rocks.

Old Luo picked at his finger again.

"Kan water, press down."

This time, a bright blue light shone above the formation.

The air above the Gate of Death suddenly became viscous.

It crashed down on you with ten times the force of gravity.

What kind of concept is that?

A monster weighing over ten tons suddenly has to bear ten times its own weight.

No outsiders need to lift a finger.

The remaining hundred or so S-class lords all had their limbs broken.

The massive body suddenly knelt down.

The spine shattered segment by segment.

The eyeball is squeezed out of the eye socket by intracranial pressure.

The heart was crushed into a puddle of flesh by its own weight inside the chest cavity.

Less than three minutes.

Thirty thousand abyssal species that drive the world to despair.

completely annihilated.

Not a single one survived.

The severed limbs and broken arms were piled up together, forming a mountain of corpses more than ten meters high in the center of the depression.

Dark red blood filled the Bagua patterns on the ground.

The smell of blood was so strong it made me want to vomit.

This move completely shattered the worldviews of all foreign viewers.

The live stream in the United States was deathly silent.

In front of the screen, those foreign netizens who were chanting "Thor" and "God" were now experiencing cramps in their fingers as they typed.

Is this manpower?

Treating mountains like building blocks, and gravity like a water tap?

........

Inside the White House.

The president slumped in his leather seat.

His prized genetic warrior, Jackson, now seems like a mentally challenged child playing in the mud in a sandpit.

"Go check."

The president clutched his heart.

"Find out all the information about this old Chinese man!"

"Furthermore, immediately send a diplomatic note to China, offering resources in exchange for feng shui techniques!"

The senior aide next to him swallowed hard.

"Your Excellency, this is a matter of metaphysics, it depends on fate, and we don't seem to have that bloodline..."

"Shut up! Just go when I tell you to!"