Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

It reached 47.5.

At this moment, the power of the formation, pressing down on his body, could no longer cause obvious bruising in his muscles, nor could it cause cracks in his bones.

This formation has not gained any power for some time now.

It was only through repeated, overwhelming force, like a mountain pressing down on you, that your powerful physique became as solid as a diamond or iron.

"Old monk, you've been fighting for so long, it's my turn now."

Li Xin suddenly laughed, his teeth stained with blood, but his smile was sharp. "Bring out your Great Snow Mountain True Buddha Great Handprint, your Nirvana Meditation, your Vajra Pestle... Take my move, Break the Sea."

Li Xin thrust his spear forward.

Suddenly, the sound of rushing water filled the air.

The air was still and solid, like a deep blue sea.

The vast waves were stirred up by this single shot.

It shot out with a thunderous roar.

hum...

The nine bronze bowls simultaneously made a crisp cracking sound.

For the first time, a muffled groan was heard from within the formation.

That was the first time the old monk had been injured.

The spear flashed with golden flames, piercing a huge hole and penetrating the illusory figure in the flowerbed.

Just as a ripple was about to erupt, it was completely annihilated by the force of the spear, piercing into nothingness.

"break!"

As soon as the word was uttered, the tip of the spear pierced the object with a resounding crash.

A sinister hand, black and yellow in color and the size of a house, suddenly appeared and gripped the tip of the gun.

Li Xin's whole body trembled slightly, and his blood and true energy surged simultaneously.

Amidst the roar of power.

He stumbled backwards for three steps.

The enormous hand, however, shattered like broken rocks, splintering into countless spiderwebs and scattering into a sky full of black mist.

The flow of energy in the great formation suddenly paused for a moment, like a rushing river being smashed into a boulder.

The first bronze bowl trembled, the second bronze bowl boomed...

The two bronze bowls were struck by tremendous force and shifted an inch away. The sky hissed as if a very thin crack had been torn open.

The moment the crack appeared, wisps of mysterious yellow dragon energy leaked out from the gap.

These dragon energies are as fine as hair.

Its appearance caused changes in the celestial phenomena.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.

Li Xin seemed to hear the cries of the people and the clanging of iron hooves.

I heard countless people shouting: "Ten Days in Yangzhou, Three Massacres in Jiading, if the foreign invaders are not killed, the world will never be at peace!"

And I also heard millions of people shouting: "Turn the heavens, destroy the country, avenge our grievances, repay our blood hatred..."

This is the first time in sixty years that an unruly dragon aura has broken free from the Dragon Locking Formation.

The old monk, Wuchang, suddenly opened his eyes.

His expression was very complicated.

Li Xin sneered, "So it's the blood and tears of the people. What a dragon aura, what a dragon vein formation."

"A thousand jun".

In the blink of an eye, the divine intention in Li Xin's mind transformed into a giant monkey that stood tall and roared towards the sky.

He swung his spear around his body, creating a raging storm.

Looking up at the sky, he struck out with a stick.

Rumble...

This blow carried more than a thousand pounds of force.

A coiled dragon-shaped silver spear forged from refined steel.

Under the infusion of blazing true flames.

Double critical hit.

With a soft "pop," it shattered into millions of pieces.

At the same time, a bronze bowl exploded into powder with a whoosh.

A long slit was torn open in the sky, and countless crimson, golden, and pitch-black auras gushed out like a fountain.

The old monk, impermanent and venerable, was finally moved.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Just as he said, his fate was intertwined with that of the formation; if the formation was damaged, he himself would also be injured.

The old monk Wuchang no longer had the expression of appreciating talent he had shown before; his eyes turned completely orange-yellow, and a black dragon coiled in his left pupil.

His gaze fell on Li Xin, filled with chilling killing intent.

"Do you know what you're releasing with that strike, benefactor?"

His voice boomed and echoed within the great formation, "The dragon vein has been locked for sixty years, and it is no longer the auspicious dragon it once was."

Resentment, malevolence, and karma accumulated over sixty years all erupted.

"If you release it, the world will be thrown into chaos, with war raging everywhere. Have you thought about what the capital will become?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Li Xin laughed heartily.

The backlash wounds on his body healed once more, but he did not forcefully unleash the Thousand-Pound Flash again. Instead, he transformed into a faint light and shadow and flashed past the crack.

Before leaving, the small silver bottle in his arms absorbed the unclaimed dragon energy that poured out, much like a whale sucking in water.

In the blink of an eye, he had inhaled over two hundred taels of silver...

I need to take another drag.

Suddenly, I heard a dragon's roar.

A ferocious dragon head emerged from the old monk's eye, growing larger and larger in the wind until it covered the sky and the earth.

The longan was pitch black and hollow, then suddenly opened its huge mouth.

A dragon ball appeared, rolling around.

A tremendous danger surged into my mind.

At the same time, his body flew uncontrollably toward the black dragon.

The old monk's voice came from behind, still calm, but one could hear the shock and anger in it: "I have said before, it would have been better if you hadn't broken this formation. You think you have broken the formation, but in reality, you have broken the fate of this world."

Li Xin did not turn around.

Before the black dragon's claws tore through the void and crushed everything.

His figure had already transformed into a streak of light, leaving the Wuchang Courtyard and the Wanfu Wanshou Garden.

All the counterattacks fell behind him, only shattering a faint afterimage.

The entire Wanfu Wanshou Garden behind him suddenly trembled, the ground cracked, and the stone path collapsed.

Several palaces collapsed with a crash.

The dragon's aura surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, continuously pouring out from the torn opening and dyeing the night sky above the imperial city a dark gold.

It was quickly swallowed whole by the black dragon.

The airflow reversed, and a fierce wind howled.

The black dragon roared to the sky, and the dragon pearl shimmered as it was swallowed back into its belly and entered the eyes of the old monk Wuchang.

Let his eyes become one black and one white.

"So, that dragon ball was the key to the formation."

Li Xin glanced back in mid-air...

Several places near the imperial city reacted simultaneously.

At the instant the dragon's energy leaked out.

A blinding white light shone from the direction of the Anssa embassy to the east...

Bishop Bernard's Holy Grail is desperately absorbing dragon energy;

In the southeast corner hangs an ancient mirror with a sun pattern rotating on its surface. It is the Yata no Kagami, a mirror carried by Tsuchimikado from Japan.

Above the German embassy to the west, the eagle-shaped medal gleamed with an iron-gray light. A phantom rushed into the palace, forcefully pulling at the dragon aura that stretched for dozens of feet around it. With a shrill cry, it vanished into the distant clouds.

Further away, several unfamiliar figures were rushing towards this direction, clearly alerted by the commotion.

Li Xin withdrew his gaze and looked down at the silver bottle in his hand.

The bottle was still slightly warm, two hundred and thirty taels...

This is only a fraction of the dragon vein's energy, yet it is still incredibly precious.

The most precious thing is finally understanding what the formation is all about.

The next move will be the opportunity to break the formation.

Once we obtain the Dragon Ball, breaking this formation will be a piece of cake.

The key is how to break the old monk Wuchang's spiritual magic...

That black dragon, though fake, cannot see through the boundary between truth and falsehood; the fake can become real.

His eyes flickered slightly, then he didn't linger.

His figure moved like lightning across the long street and disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

……

By noon the following day, the garden was still not completely restored to its former state.

One of the nine bronze bowls was broken, and three were cracked, standing forlornly on both sides of the stone path.

The dragon pattern on the bowl was dull and grayish, as if its spirit had been drained away.

The stone path was covered with pebbles and burnt grass, and luminous pearls were scattered all over the ground.

Several stones had lost their luster due to the dragon's energy, turning into ordinary, grayish stones.

The eunuchs bent over and scavenged through the ruins, putting what they could use into wooden baskets, and piling up the rubble that they couldn't move in the corner, making it half a person high.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt pine resin, mixed with the damp, earthy odor rising from the ground.

The afternoon sun made it feel stuffy and unbearable.

The Empress Dowager sat on the phoenix chair in the main hall, her fingers gripping the armrests, her face dark and sullen.

The charcoal stove beside me was burning brightly, but the chill seeping from the garden couldn't be dispelled no matter what I did.

She stared at the messy stone path outside the palace, her face powder stained with a faint mark from the fine sweat.

The deafening roar of the collapsing formation still echoed in her ears.

The sound didn't seem to come from outside; it was like muffled thunder rolling up from the ground, making the foundation of the entire garden tremble.

She had lived most of her life, heard the cannon fire at Dagu Port, the hurricanes in the South China Sea, and the death knell of the late emperor.

But never before had I felt as if my soul were being held at knifepoint, with thousands upon thousands of people shouting that they wanted to tear me to pieces, as if last night had made me feel like my soul was being held at knifepoint.

When the crack opened, she truly felt that the garden where she had lived most of her life might become her grave.

Below the steps in front of the palace, the prince knelt on the ground, blood still seeping through the gauze on his forehead.