I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"I've had enough of this dark and hopeless life!"

"Make those who oppress us pay a bloody price!"

"Damn it, fuck it!!!"

With Zhang Yangqing's call to action, which was like the beating of war drums and ignited the soul, emotions that had been suppressed and suffered for too long exploded in the hearts of thousands of miners like a lit powder keg!

A roar! A shout! A howl!

The sound waves converged, echoing and crashing across the huge square like rolling thunder, and rushing straight to the mine's dome!
That wasn't a neat chant, but a primal and furious roar formed by countless voices, dialects, and emotions mixed together!

It was as if he wanted to roar out all the humiliation, anger, despair, and resentment that had been accumulating in his heart for so many years, turning them into a force that could tear through the darkness!

Every miner's face was flushed with excitement and anger, veins bulged on his neck, and his eyes were bloodshot, but his gaze was brighter than ever before, burning with an almost fanatical flame!
That was the flame that saw hope, saw revenge, saw the possibility of changing fate!

At this moment, all the negative physical conditions such as hunger, weakness, and pain seemed to be suppressed or even temporarily forgotten by this burning collective will and spiritual belief!
They felt that they were no longer slaves chained in shackles, no longer livestock to be slaughtered, but warriors about to fight for themselves, for their fellow human beings, and for the future!
They grabbed anything they could use as a weapon.

Fortunately, they picked up the standard swords, spears, and shields dropped by the Qing Tong family guards, and even seized a few low-level magical artifacts that shimmered with a faint spiritual light.

Many others gripped their most familiar and heaviest companion—the pickaxe!
Those pickaxes, covered in mud and rust, that had chiseled through rocks day and night, were now in their hands no longer just digging tools, but weapons that symbolized their identity, strength, and determination!
It is the embodiment of an invincible belief that will shatter all shackles!

Weapons held high above their heads!
His eyes were filled with fervor, and he was fearless in the face of death!
Tens of thousands of people, initially disordered and excited, gradually began to gather and line up under the guidance of Zhang Yangqing's figure, which was like a pillar of strength, forming a black torrent that, though chaotic, was powerful and imposing!
They began to walk, their footsteps initially disordered, but gradually coalescing into a heavy and powerful rhythm, causing the entire underground world to tremble with each step!
Even more strangely, driven by this extreme emotional resonance and shared goal, an invisible "field" seemed to be generated in the air.

That is not a real energy field, but a sense of spatial resonance caused by a high degree of resonance of spiritual will!

It makes everyone involved feel less alone, as if their strength is inexhaustible and their courage is greatly increased!

This is a collective awakening after being oppressed to the extreme! This is the total eruption of a dormant volcano!
This is a colossal wave that will overturn the old world and create a new order!
On the large screen of the Dragon Kingdom's live stream, the audience was already completely ignited by this magnificent and exhilarating scene, with comments pouring in like a waterfall:

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This is amazing! Master Zhang's speech, his charisma! It gave me goosebumps and made my blood boil! If I were in the world of ghost stories, I would definitely be the first one to rush in!

The Ghost Stories World is about to open its entrance! I'm not afraid of death anymore! Let me in! I'm going to fight alongside Master Zhang! This is more exciting than watching any blockbuster!

The end has come for the Qing Tong family! The oppressors have been punished!

This is too narrow-minded! This isn't just the end of the Qing Tong family! This is the prelude to a change in the underlying rules of the entire Nine Netherworld! Zhang Tianshi is about to overturn the table!
While the chosen ones in other countries were racking their brains trying to complete their mining tasks, curry favor with the overseers, and secure a spot as a Riding Master, Zhang Tianshi thought: Mining? Mining my ass! I'll just lead my men and raze the mine owner's entire base!

The person upstairs is right! How can this be called a rebellion? This is a righteous uprising!
The core residence of the Qing Tong family in the world of ghost stories.

This is a magnificent castle built in a huge underground cavern.

It is not a building that takes place under the sunlight like those in the surface world, but rather it is built by relying on natural rock walls and giant mineral pillars, using countless mined hard stones, metals, and even some spirit stones.

The castle stands tall and majestic, with numerous towers, thick walls, and bright lights.

Judging from the appearance, it seems to have used special luminescent minerals and formations, making it shine like a dazzling yet cold pearl in this dark underground world. The interior of the castle is also extremely luxurious.

The corridor was spacious, with a smooth black stone floor and walls inlaid with luminous pearls and energy crystals for lighting.

The closer to the core area, the denser the spiritual energy, and the air is filled with a faint, refreshing spiritual mist.

Many key structures of the castle even used minerals rich in spiritual energy as building materials, making it extremely luxurious.

All this glamour, comfort, and power is built upon the blood, sweat, bones, and despair of countless miners.

Every precious stone, every inch of smooth ground, may be soaked with the tears and lives of miners.

At this moment, deep within the castle, in the heavily guarded main hall.

The main hall was spacious and tall, with the floor paved with solid dark blue spirit stones, and the walls were engraved with intricate family totems and defensive formations.

The air was so rich in spiritual energy that it was almost dripping with moisture.

On a high platform at the far end of the hall, there was a huge throne carved from the bones of some ancient behemoth.

On the throne sat a middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent dark blue robe, with a dignified face and an unfathomable aura.

He simply sat there, without deliberately radiating pressure, yet a sense of weight, as heavy as a mountain, naturally enveloped the entire hall, making everyone standing below feel a sense of awe and oppression from the bottom of their hearts.

He is the current patriarch of the Qing Tong family, a top expert whose strength has reached the peak of the Celestial Realm!
On both sides of the main hall stood a dozen or so figures, each with a different aura, but all clearly core members of the family. There were elders, middle-aged people, and a few young people with extraordinary bearing.

They were also dressed in fine clothes, their expressions either arrogant or profound, enjoying the prestige brought by their family's power.

Just then, the heavy stone doors of the main hall were suddenly pushed open, and a man covered in blood, with shattered armor and a look of extreme terror on his face, who looked like an overseer, scrambled in.

With a thud, she knelt on the cold ground, crying out in a shrill voice, "Chieftain! Something terrible has happened!!"

He was panting heavily, and several wounds on his body were still bleeding, clearly indicating that he had escaped from an extremely fierce battle.

Qing Tonghao frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

As the clan chief, what he hated most was his subordinates panicking and losing their composure.

He spoke in a deep voice, his tone like the clang of metal echoing through the hall: "What's the matter with such panic? Has another powerful and strange creature been discovered in one of the mines? Do we need reinforcements?"

In his view, miners' riots were common and could be suppressed by sending in some guards. Only some unknown, powerful, and strange invasion would warrant such a loss of composure.

The overseer, panting heavily, shook his head repeatedly, his voice trembling with tears: "No, it's not a strange phenomenon! It's the miners from District E! They've mutinied! They've killed so many guards and overseers! They've gathered tens of thousands of people and are marching in a massive wave! And they're constantly taking other miners with them along the way; their numbers are growing exponentially, we can't stop them at all!!" (End of Chapter)