Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

The journey home was not smooth. Ye Qingzhou, along with the Destroyer Emperor and the Azure Emperor, encountered a spatial turbulence, and every inch of their skin was mercilessly torn apart by the immense force.

Ye Qingzhou struggled in the chaotic vortex, while the roars of the eight demonic beasts grew fainter and fainter.

The last thing we saw was the astonished expression on the Emperor's face and the outstretched hand of the Azure Emperor.

Then, the world fell into darkness.

……

The glaring sunlight.

This was Ye Qingzhou's first feeling after regaining consciousness.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw an unreal, azure sky and a ring of Asian faces with sallow skin tinged with dark brown.

Those faces were painted with colorful patterns, and their eyes were wide open, filled with awe and fear.

"The soul of the ancestors..."

An aged voice trembled as it spoke, "The spirit of our ancestors has descended!"

Ye Qingzhou tried to get up, but found that his whole body was in excruciating pain. The power of the dragon blood in his body seemed to be suppressed by some kind of rule, and he could not mobilize it at all.

He tried to call out to his demon beast companions, but only received a weak response. Their power had been greatly suppressed and restricted, and they were currently very weak, unable to even manifest their forms.

"Where is this?"

He asked in the language that the tribe could understand. Thanks to his mastery of the language of the Seven Emotions, he could communicate with all intelligent beings without barriers.

The surrounding crowd gasped and retreated.

Only the old man with wrinkles as deep as tree bark dared to step forward: "Great gods, this is the last camp of the Iroquois Alliance. I am the shaman of the tribe, Blackhawk."

Iroquois? Ye Qingzhou frowned slightly. He vaguely remembered this name from his past life; it referred to a branch of the Native Americans of North America. Had he returned to Earth? And to the historical North American continent?
Before he could think it through, a sudden, urgent bugle call came from afar.

The camp was instantly thrown into chaos, with women screaming and grabbing their children, and men grabbing makeshift weapons.

"The White Devil's soldiers are here!"

A young soldier rushed into the crowd, shouting, "It's Sullivan's army! They burned down the village to the north!"

The Black Hawk Shaman's expression changed drastically. He turned to Ye Qingzhou and knelt down: "Ancestors, please save us! Those white men want to kill all the Iroquois!"

Ye Qingzhou struggled to her feet and looked in the direction the crowd was pointing.

On a distant hillside, a column of soldiers in blue uniforms marched forward, their rifles and bayonets gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Further behind, several horse-drawn field guns were being set up.

The army's equipment was clearly at the level of the late 18th century, but for an Indian tribe still in the Stone Age, this was an overwhelming disparity in military strength.

"Everyone! Prepare for battle!"

A burly Native American warrior shouted, "Protect the women and children and evacuate!"

Ye Qingzhou observed that most of the tribe's so-called "warriors" only possessed bows and arrows and stone axes, with a few carrying old-fashioned firearms. On the other side, however, stood a well-trained regular army.

When the first volley of gunfire rang out, Ye Qingzhou was still trying to mobilize his forces.

Several Native American warriors fell to the ground, their blood staining the grass red.

"Great deity..."

The Black Hawk Shaman wept uncontrollably, "If you truly exist, please perform a miracle!"

The cries of women and children, the roars of soldiers facing death, the cold commands of the white army... all these sounds intertwined, forming a powerful torrent of emotion.

Suddenly, Ye Qingzhou noticed something was wrong.

Earth's environment is extremely unique, with very strong physical rules. Elemental Qi martial arts cannot be used, but the power of the seven emotions is exceptionally active! Especially the fear, anger, and sorrow that permeate the battlefield at this moment, which seem to tangibly surround him.

"I see……"

A flash of understanding crossed Ye Qingzhou's eyes.

He then took a deep breath, opened his arms, and began to absorb this emotional energy.

"Using the seven emotions as a guide, awaken my true spirit!"

With his low shout, the emotional energy scattered across the battlefield converged wildly.

The first response came from the power of fear. A silver light shot out from the distant woods, landing in front of Ye Qingzhou and transforming into a majestic silver wolf.

"Silver Blade!"

Ye Qingzhou called out in delight.

Although it has shrunk considerably, this is indeed his Heavenly Qilin partner!

Immediately afterwards, the power of anger attracted raging flames.

A small, golden-blue firebird flew out of the void, landed on Ye Qingzhou's shoulder, and affectionately nuzzled his cheek.

The Native Americans stared in disbelief, some even kneeling in worship: "Nature spirits! The spirits have come to help us!"

The white soldiers also noticed the strange occurrence. One of the officers, holding binoculars, suddenly exclaimed, "My God, what the hell is that?"

"Fire! Aim at that barbarian wizard!"

Driven by fear, he screamed hysterically.

The second volley fired, and dozens of lead bullets whistled through the air.

With a long howl, Silver Blade transformed into a silver lightning bolt, tracing a Z-shaped trajectory in the air, causing all the bullets to miss their mark!
Not to be outdone, the raging flames flew into the air and spewed out a burst of flames interwoven with gold and blue.

Although the flames were small, they were extremely hot, melting the incoming bullets into molten lead in mid-air!

"This is impossible!"

The white officer was deathly pale. "Load! Load now! Where's the artillery? Bomb them all!"

The field artillery in the rear was finally ready, and with a deafening roar, three solid shot came whistling in.

This time it was the Iroquois Indians' turn to scream in terror; these shells were enough to destroy the entire camp!

Ye Qingzhou remained calm and composed, forming hand seals once more: "Blue Delight of Sorrow!"

The sorrowful energy in the air coalesced, and the phantom of a giant ape with an ice-blue body appeared, pounding the ground with its fists.

In an instant, an ice wall several meters thick rose from the ground, blocking the trajectory of the shell.

Boom~Boom~Boom~
Ice shards flew everywhere, but the shell was successfully intercepted!
"Thunderous Fury!"

Ye Qingzhou continued to summon, and the power of thunder responded instantly. A three-tailed thunder tiger appeared out of thin air, its six thunder eyes locking onto the enemy's artillery position.

"Thunder!"

Following Ye Qingzhou's command, Lei Nu's three tails stood up, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Dozens of bolts of lightning struck the artillery position with pinpoint accuracy, blasting the cannons into scrap metal, and the artillerymen screamed and scattered in all directions.

The white army was completely thrown into chaos. They had never seen such a terrifying supernatural phenomenon. Many soldiers began to make the sign of the cross on their chests, and some even dropped their weapons and fled.

"Devil! This is devil's witchcraft!"

The officer screamed hysterically, "Retreat! Retreat the entire army!" But Ye Qingzhou had no intention of letting them go. Through their emotional connection, he had already seen the atrocities these soldiers had committed—burning villages, slaughtering women and children, hunting Native Americans like wild beasts, cutting off their scalps as trophies, and even making boots from human skin…

"Bai You, use the illusion to trap the enemy!"

The figure of the six-tailed white fox appeared gracefully, its eyes shimmering with iridescent light.

The fleeing soldiers suddenly found themselves trapped in an endless maze, going around in circles no matter how they ran.

"Blue Tears, Mental Shock!"

The fluorescent jellyfish released visible blue ripples, and the soldiers affected by the ripples screamed in agony, as if they had experienced the most terrifying nightmare.

Finally, the Joyful Toad made its move. It spewed out a golden mist that enveloped the wounded Indian warriors, and in the blink of an eye, the wounds of the Iroquois soldiers began to heal at a visible speed!

"A miracle! This is a true miracle!"

The Black Eagle Shaman knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. All the Native Americans followed suit, kneeling and bowing in worship to Ye Qingzhou and the demonic beasts.

Ye Qingzhou disregarded formalities. He walked up to the officer trapped in the illusion and coldly asked, "Why were you massacring civilians?"

The officer, already on the verge of a nervous breakdown, wept uncontrollably: "It's...it's the President's order...to clear all the Indians...to clear the way for westward expansion..."

A hint of disgust flashed in Ye Qingzhou's eyes. His historical knowledge from his previous life told him that this was the prelude to the infamous "Indian Relocation Policy" in American history.

“Go back and tell your president…”

Ye Qingzhou's voice was as cold as ice, "The Iroquois are under my protection. If any army attacks again, I will personally go to Huafu and let them know what true fear is."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, dispelling the illusion.

The officers and remaining soldiers, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, fled in a panic.

As the sun set, only cheering Native Americans and a few majestic "nature spirits" remained on the battlefield.

Ye Qingzhou stood on high ground, gazing at the gradually disappearing figures of the army in the distance, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Having witnessed this outrageous act of genocide firsthand, he could not stand idly by.

"The great spirit of our ancestors!"

The Black Hawk Shaman approached respectfully, his gaze reverent and devout. "The tribe will hold its grandest sacrificial ceremony for you. Do you have any further divine pronouncements?"

Ye Qingzhou withdrew his gaze: "Gather everyone you can, ignite your most intense emotions, and then pray to me fervently. I need to regain my strength."

He also has eight demonic beasts whose strength is too weak and who urgently need to feed on the energy of emotions to replenish their foundation.

"It seems I was transported to the past, while the Destroyer Emperor and the Azure Emperor were transported to the present and future, respectively."

…………

Washington, D.C., the presidential residence.

The officer knelt on the ground, trembling, his uniform covered in mud and cold sweat beading on his forehead: "Mr. President, it's all true! The Indians have produced a terrible sorcerer who can summon demons! Our bullets are ineffective against him, artillery shells are blocked by ice walls, and lightning strikes from the sky..."

George frowned and looked at Thomas Jefferson beside him: "What do you think?"

Jefferson adjusted his glasses, his eyes flashing coldly behind the lenses. "Indian witchcraft? Ridiculous. I'm more inclined to believe the captain drank too much liquor, or made up an excuse after being ambushed."

"I wasn't lying!"

The officer excitedly pulled out a cloth bag. "This is a 'gift' from that wizard, who said he was going to give it to His Excellency the President!"

The servant took the cloth bag and carefully opened it. Inside was a molten lead bullet, twisted like a work of art, with an eerie golden-blue sheen on its surface.

Just as Washington was about to make a move, Jefferson suddenly stopped him: "Wait!"

He took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the lead bullet, and examined it carefully. "This temperature... it doesn't seem like something an ordinary flame could melt."

The room fell silent, the firewood in the fireplace crackled, and shadows danced on the faces of the founding fathers.

"The Iroquois were the largest Native American tribe in North America."

Jefferson finally broke the silence, saying, "If we want this land, we must clear out the natives. If we back down now, all our previous efforts will have been in vain."

Washington paused for a moment, then looked out the window at the new capital under construction: "Mobilize all available forces. Even if there is witchcraft involved, I will blast it to pieces with cannons..."

He turned to a mysterious figure in the corner. "Hamilton, how's your 'special project' coming along?"

A tall, thin man emerged from the shadows, toying with a silver cross in his hand: "The Knights of Science are ready at any time, Mr. President. The light of the Lord will surely dispel all heresy and evil magic."

……

The Iroquois camp was brightly lit by campfires.

Ye Qingzhou sat cross-legged inside the central tent, surrounded by eight demonic beasts.

Outside the tent, the entire tribe of Native Americans were dancing a sacrificial dance in a circle, chanting ancient prayers.

"Master, their faith power is very special."

Bai You transmitted a message in her mind, "I can feel a kind of... resonance."

Ye Qingzhou nodded. His observations over the past few days had led him to discover that although Earth suppressed Yuan Qi martial arts, it had an extremely high tolerance for emotional energy.

The Iroquois's devout prayers were generating a special emotional energy that, when absorbed by the eight monsters, significantly accelerated their recovery from their injuries.

"Black Hawk Shaman."

Ye Qingzhou summoned the old man, "What animal does your tribe worship?"

"The great spirit of our ancestors!"

Black Hawk bowed respectfully before answering earnestly, "We Iroquois worship the strength of the bison and the agility of the stag. Legend has it that in ancient times, they were our guardian spirits."

Ye Qingzhou seemed to be deep in thought: "Gather everyone and concentrate on imagining the images of the bison and stag, the more detailed the better."

Although he didn't understand the meaning, Black Hawk did as instructed.

Soon, hundreds of people from the entire tribe sat together and began to meditate under the guidance of the shaman.

An amazing scene happened!

The power of faith in the air began to materialize, gradually coalescing into two blurry beast-shaped outlines.

One is a massive bison with antlers like crescent moons; the other is an elegant stag with antlers like a crown.

"Totem Spirit..."

A realization flashed in Ye Qingzhou's eyes.

In the unique environment of Earth, it is possible to create real life forms by utilizing emotional energy and collective consciousness!
Just as he was about to conduct further research, Silver Blade suddenly perked up its ears: "Master, a stranger is approaching!"

A commotion arose outside the tent, and a moment later, several ragged Native Americans were brought in. Their bodies were covered in whip marks, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and hatred.

"The great savior!"

Black Hawk's voice trembled, "These are people from a white-majority town who fled. They say...they say..."

One of the young Native Americans suddenly threw himself at Ye Qingzhou's feet, tears streaming down his face: "Please, save our people! There are hundreds of our compatriots locked up in the white people's dungeons! They... they skin us to make boots, and use our skulls as decorations! They are so cruel, yet they call us savages!" (End of Chapter)