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

In the early morning in Yanjing, sunlight pierces through the thin mist and shines on the asphalt road.

Programmer Xiao Zhang rushed out of his rented room with half a fried dough stick in his mouth.

His alarm clock broke. He glanced at his phone and saw that there were only five minutes left before he had to clock in, and the company was still two kilometers away.

Xiao Zhang took a deep breath and started running.

With one step, the blue bricks on the sidewalk made a muffled thud, and his figure instantly shot ten meters away.

He didn't notice anything amiss; his mind was filled with the panic of having his perfect attendance bonus deducted.

On the adjacent lane, a black sedan is traveling at 60 kilometers per hour.

The driver rolled down his window, staring wide-eyed at the young man on the sidewalk, carrying a briefcase and with a fried dough stick in his mouth, who drove alongside him, then overtook him in a second, leaving him with a fleeting, swiftly departing figure.

Xiao Zhang ran downstairs to the company and glanced at his watch.

It took 35 seconds.

In total, he ran the 100 meters in under nine seconds, breaking the world record, and he didn't even break a sweat; his breathing was so steady that there was no sign of him having exercised.

Xiao Zhang looked down at his legs, then at the half-eaten fried dough stick in his hand, and stood there frozen.

In the old city of Jiangnan, veteran Lao Zhao sat on the edge of his bed, touching his right calf.

There used to be a shrapnel scar that ran through my muscle, and it would hurt so much that I couldn't stand up on rainy days.

Now, that skin is smooth and flat, with full and firm muscle lines, exuding explosive power.

He stood up and went downstairs to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw my neighbor, Aunt Li, standing anxiously by the flower bed. Her elderly man's mobility scooter had made a mistake while reversing, and the front wheel was stuck firmly in the concrete block of the flower bed.

"Aunt Li, please move aside."

Old Zhao stepped forward and grabbed the front bumper of the mobility scooter with one hand.

He only intended to try lifting it up a little, but with a slight exertion of his wrist, he lifted the entire one-ton vehicle with one hand and placed it steadily on the ground.

Old Zhao looked at his palm. Aunt Li opened her mouth wide, and the vegetable basket she was carrying fell to the ground, scattering potatoes all over the floor.

At Jiangbei No.1 Middle School, Class 3 of Grade 11 is having a physical education class.

Lin Xiao, a girl, stood at the edge of the soccer field, watching the soccer ball roll to her feet.

Several boys waved from a distance, urging her to kick the ball back.

Lin Xiao grew impatient, raised her right foot, and kicked it casually.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The football flew across half the field and crashed into the wire mesh behind the goal.

The thick wire mesh was instantly torn open, and the soccer ball pierced through the mesh, embedding itself deeply into the concrete wall of the rear stands, leaving only half of the ball sticking out.

The playground was deathly silent; the PE teacher's whistle fell to the ground.

At the same time, hospitals and funeral homes across the country presented bizarre scenes.

At the First People's Hospital of Jiangnan City, the head of the orthopedics department stared blankly at the empty inpatient corridor, holding a thermos cup.

Yesterday, patients with fractures and those preparing for surgery were lying in their hospital beds groaning in pain. After the golden light of dawn last night, they all pulled out their IV drips, completed the discharge procedures, and some even did two backflips in the lobby.

At the crematorium in the western suburbs of Yanjing, a dozen employees were playing cards in the duty room.

For three consecutive days, we haven't received a single order here.

With life expectancy greatly increased and diseases healing themselves, mortality rates have plummeted.

The Chinese internet has already been completely ignited by these "superhuman daily routines".

Countless short videos have emerged, showing people breaking bricks with one hand and jumping onto second-floor balconies in one step.

In the live broadcast room showcasing the nation's destiny on the sky screen, the barrage of comments surged like a tsunami.

[Thank you to our eight ancestors! Our whole family has set up memorial tablets for you!]

I slapped my alarm clock into the wall this morning, and now there's a hole. The landlord wants me to pay for it, but I'm actually quite happy.

My grandfather has been paralyzed for ten years, but last night he suddenly got out of bed and said he wanted to go to the back mountain to practice Tai Chi!

[China is now a paradise! Genetic modification is all garbage!]

This is true civilization advancement! I feel like I could kill a bull with one punch right now!

If the previous waves of monsters dared to come to the real world now, they probably wouldn't last ten minutes; even an old lady doing her square dancing could trample them to death.

Where are those keyboard warriors abroad who are always criticizing us? They should come and see China's massive morning exercise army!

Our ancestors were awesome! The heroes who defended the city were awesome! China was awesome!

【..........】

Across the ocean, in the Black House of the United States.

The air in the oval office was so heavy it felt like it was about to drip water.

The president sat behind the famous Resolute Desk, his eyes bloodshot and his tie loosely undone.

Several intelligence briefings that had just been delivered were scattered on the table.

"Mr. President."

The CIA director stood at the table, his voice hoarse. "Satellite scans and data transmitted by our undercover agents confirm that the physical fitness of the entire Chinese population has surpassed the standards of our top-tier genetically modified elite soldiers. According to the latest population model calculations, the number of awakened individuals in their civilian population who can independently absorb and utilize spiritual energy has exceeded 1.5 million."

The president's fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The director swallowed hard and continued his report: "Furthermore, drastic changes have occurred in the geological veins of Northwest China. The energy known as spiritual energy is liquefying, and their high-energy physics laboratory has just announced the successful operation of the spiritual energy conversion device. China has completely broken free from its dependence on fossil fuels and achieved complete energy self-sufficiency."

The president grabbed the briefing from the table and slammed it hard into the director's face, scattering the papers all over the floor.

"1.5 million Superman? Energy self-sufficiency?"

The president sprang up from his chair, bracing himself on the table with both hands.

A senior member of the think tank, with graying hair, stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Mr. President, things have come to this point, and any conventional military pressure and economic sanctions are meaningless. China's spiritual energy barrier can dismantle missiles, and their civilians can dismantle tanks with their bare hands. I suggest..."

"Shut up!"

The president roared hysterically, his facial muscles trembling with contortion.

How could he accept this fact?

Two days ago, the United States was the dominant power on Earth, possessing the strongest fleet and the most advanced technology.

Now, they are a group of refugees huddled behind the crumbling city walls, watching their former adversaries ascend to immortality.

The president slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window.

..........

Yanjing, a strategic command center located 100 meters underground.

Zhou Yaoguo stood in front of the control panel, his sharp eyes scanning the various data on the large screen.

After a brief period of excitement, social order across the country is rapidly returning to stability thanks to the strong grassroots organizational capacity.

Millions of awakened individuals have been registered.

Staff Officer Li strode over, carrying a military tablet, his expression revealing barely concealed excitement.

"Sir, there's something going on."

Staff Officer Li lowered his voice and handed the tablet to Zhou Yaoguo.

The screen displays various analytical maps of the Tianwang system's analysis of the national destiny space and the Chinese front.

One of the maps specifically focuses on the black wooden coffin placed at the very front.

"Our vital signs monitoring system has just detected a faint fluctuation."

Staff Officer Li pointed to a slowly rising curve, "This is the energy vibration frequency emanating from inside the coffin. Compared to the data recorded in the previous round, the brainwave frequency of the person inside... that is, Mr. Su Chen, is 0.3 percentage points higher."

Zhou Yaoguo's heart skipped a beat.

0.3 percent may seem insignificant, but it represents a real revival of life for those sleeping in black wooden coffins.

In the earlier rounds, the nation's fortunes supporting the economy only made a heartbeat within the system.

Now, the brainwave frequency is increasing, which means that consciousness is awakening.

Zhou Yaoguo took a deep breath, calming his heaving chest.

The eyes of this tough soldier were filled with awe and anticipation.

"The nation's fortune has finally broken through 260, and it's finally paying off."

Zhou Yaoguo's gaze was profound. "Our ancestors laid out this earth-shattering plan, binding the fate of China to his dormancy. Now, 1.4 billion people have used his power to rise like dragons, and this enormous force of reciprocation is finally about to awaken him."

He turned to look at Staff Officer Li, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Order the 'Dragon Soul' troops guarding the eight key points of the formation to enter a state of high alert. External forces will not stand idly by and watch us rise; they will definitely resort to desperate measures. From now on, not even a foreign mosquito is allowed to fly into the formation's vicinity."

"yes!"

Staff Officer Li stood at attention and saluted.

"Tell Lin Yuan to stand tall in Geneva."

Zhou Yaoguo snorted coldly, "Anyone who dares to cause trouble for China at this time should be killed on the spot. Don't let any external forces disturb him. Continue 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring."

At the same time, the nation's destiny is in flux.

The wind on the wasteland carried a biting chill, but the area in front of the Huaxia city gates was as warm as spring.

A layer of emerald green moss grew on the blue bricks.

Chen Xiao stood beside the black wooden coffin.

He brushed the dust off his hempen clothes, slowly extended his right hand, and placed his palm on the cold coffin lid.

A faint but profound warmth spread from his palm throughout his body.

It was no longer just a simple vibration, but a warmth carrying the temperature of a living person.

Guan Shan, who was wiping his blood-patterned iron knife, looked up at him.

Chen Xiao withdrew his hand, a simple and honest smile flashing in his eyes. He turned around and looked at the seven senior brothers and sisters behind him.

"Master will wake up soon."