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

Philadelphia, Independence Hall.

Washington slammed his fist on the oak table, splashing ink everywhere: "Fifty thousand troops! A full fifty thousand troops routed! How is this possible?!"

The meeting room was deathly silent. Jefferson, his face pale, flipped through the battle report, which detailed the Battle of New Canaan—five thousand elite troops were wiped out, the Knights of Science's weapons were destroyed, the Spirit of the Buffalo swept across the battlefield, and tens of thousands of North American militiamen abandoned their armor and weapons in disarray…

Gentlemen!

British envoy William Pitt spoke coldly, "It seems you Americans have messed with the wrong thing."

Count Louis, the French representative, stroked his elegant mustache: "According to the descriptions of the defeated soldiers, those so-called 'totem spirits' are immune to bullets and shells. Unless…"

“Unless what?”

Washington asked eagerly.

"Unless we use our newly developed French 'Silver Weapon'."

Louis gave a mysterious smile. "We unexpectedly discovered that their totem spirits are countered by special silver weapons. Undoubtedly, this is an alchemical artifact specifically designed to deal with supernatural beings; of course, it's incredibly expensive..."

Jefferson jumped to his feet: "You're taking advantage of our misfortune!"

"Quiet!"

Washington stopped the argument and turned to a man in black robes in the corner. "Your Excellency, what is the Vatican's view on this?"

The man in black robes slowly raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face: "According to ancient Vatican texts, dealing with such heretics…" He took out a silver cross inlaid with rubies from his robes, "...requires a true holy relic."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Washington's eyes: "Is the Vatican willing to assist?"

"In exchange for missionary rights in the New World."

The bishop's voice hissed like a venomous snake, "We must bury holy silver runes beneath every newly built church to create a sacred barrier."

In reality, the Vatican was completely unaware of this power, but that did not prevent them from using faith to their advantage.

If it doesn't work, then it must be because the user wasn't devout enough.

The meeting lasted until late at night, and finally, a humiliating treaty was born—the United States would cede the Great Lakes region to Britain, allow France to establish a special autonomous region in Louisiana, allow the Netherlands to establish an exclusive economic zone, and open the entire territory to missionary rights to the Papacy.

In exchange, the three countries will join forces with the Papacy to mobilize troops in Europe and send them to suppress the Native American rebellion in North America.

As the treaty was signed, Jefferson's hands trembled: "We are burying America's future with our own hands..."

Washington scoffed, "It's better than being skinned alive by those barbarians."

……

Six months later, in the Ohio River Valley.

Ye Qingzhou stood on a high cliff, looking down at the allied army camp stretching for dozens of miles.

The British army's red uniforms, the French army's blue uniforms, the American army's ragtag militia, and the Holy Templar Order of the Papacy formed an unprecedented punitive force.

"Master, they are very well prepared this time."

The silver blade transmitted a message in my mind: "Those silver crosses exude an unsettling aura."

Ye Qingzhou nodded slightly. Through his seven senses, he could perceive that the allied forces contained several special forces—the Vatican's weapons of faith, French alchemical equipment, and some strange device similar to Tesla technology.

These things are ineffective against ordinary people, but the emotional energy condensed on them is enough to harm totem spirits.

"The soul of the ancestors."

A deep voice came from behind.

Ye Qingzhou turned around and saw chiefs and shamans from dozens of tribes gathered there.

The speaker was a Sioux chieftain, his face painted with battle markings: "The warriors of all the tribes are in position, having constructed a network of faith according to your teachings."

Ye Qingzhou looked into the distance, and on a level invisible to the naked eye, a vast net composed of countless totem patterns covered the entire valley.

Each node has a shaman in charge, connecting the faith of thousands of Native Americans.

"very good."

Ye Qingzhou raised his hand and summoned eight demonic beasts. "Proceed according to plan."

That night, at the Allied camp.

Lord Cornwallis, the British commander-in-chief, was studying a map inside his tent when he suddenly felt a strange unease. He stepped out of the tent and found the entire camp shrouded in an eerie red mist.

"Warning! Indians are attacking!"

He shouted sharply.

The alarm sounded throughout the camp, but unexpectedly, no enemy attacked.

Instead, all the soldiers began to have the same dream—they dreamed that they had turned into bison and were being hunted by countless hunters.

"It's a psychological attack!"

The papal bishop held aloft a silver cross, proclaiming, "May the Holy Light protect you!"

The cross did not react at all, nor could it dispel the red mist. Instead, it brought about something even more terrible—the earth began to tremble, and a deafening roar came from the distant forest.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

The French commander pointed in horror to the horizon.

A bison spirit, as large as a mountain, trampled through the forest, its horns crackling with lightning.

Behind it are thousands of totem spirits of all kinds—eagles, gray wolves, mountain lions… and even the legendary thunderbird!
"Fire! Full power!"

The Allied artillery positions spewed fire, but this time the shells were intercepted in mid-air by lightning summoned by the Thunderbirds.

The Knights Templar raised the silver cross, releasing a blinding holy light, but it could only temporarily halt the spirit's advance.

"Science Knights, attack!"

Hamilton led the improved Knights of Science to the front lines, equipped with French-supplied silver bullets, a weapon that could indeed harm spirits—several gray wolf spirits were hit and howled as they vanished.

But the joy of victory was fleeting. Ye Qingzhou suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by eight demonic beasts.

He formed a hand seal, and all the totem patterns on the ground lit up!

"Seven emotions unite as one, psychic power awakens!"

With his shout, the resentment of all the fallen Native American warriors, the rage of the slaughtered bison, the accumulated sorrow of the land… all converged upon the totem spirit. Their size instantly swelled several times over, their power increasing exponentially!

Most astonishingly, these spirits began to merge with each other.

The bison and the stag merged to form the bull-deer behemoth, the gray wolf and the mountain lion fused to form the wolf-lion ferocious spirit, and the thunderbird absorbed the spirits of all birds, transforming into the storm wings that blot out the sky!

The allied lines collapsed instantly, and the Holy Silver Bullets became much less effective against these fused spirits, causing the Knights Templar's crosses to explode one after another.

France's proud new field artillery was struck down into scrap metal by lightning summoned by the Thunderfury as soon as it fired.

"Retreat! All troops, retreat!"

"The Earl of Cornwallis roared at the top of his lungs," he cried. But it was too late!
Ye Qingzhou pressed down with both hands, and all the fused spirits launched their ultimate attack simultaneously.

The giant bull-deer tamed the earth, triggering a violent earthquake;
The ferocious wolf-lion spirits roamed the battlefield, tearing apart countless throats;
The Stormwing conjured a tornado, hurling the entire artillery unit into the sky;
The most powerful bison spirit charged directly towards the Allied Command Post!

Washington fled in panic under the protection of his guards, and Jefferson's wig was nowhere to be found.

The British envoy Pitt's carriage was overturned by the shockwave, while Count Louis of France slumped to the ground, his crotch soaked.

In just two hours, faced with terrifying supernatural forces, the 200,000-strong European coalition army crumbled. Survivors abandoned their armor and weapons, scattering in all directions and spreading this horrific defeat to every corner of North America.

……

Three days after the war, in New Canaan.

Ye Qingzhou stood on the newly rebuilt altar, facing representatives from hundreds of tribes.

They were no longer ragged barbarians, but wore battle robes woven from psionic energy, their eyes sparkling with the hope of new life.

"Starting today!"

Ye Qingzhou's voice resounded throughout the entire area, "This land will usher in a new era—the Psionic Era!"

The cheers were deafening, like a mountain collapsing and a tidal wave crashing. The Black Eagle Shaman respectfully presented a crown made from the horn of a bison spirit: "Great prophet, become our supreme ruler!"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "I won't stay here forever."

He pointed eastward, "My journey continues. But before I leave, I will lay the foundation for you."

Over the next month, Ye Qingzhou did three things:
First, establish a "Psionic Council" to be jointly governed by tribal shamans and chiefs;
Second, it imparted a complete totem training system, enabling Native Americans to summon and strengthen their spirits independently.
Third, with Tesla's covert assistance, a faith network covering the entire North America was built, ensuring that any foreign invaders would face a continent-wide counterattack.

After all this was done, Ye Qingzhou stood on the banks of the Mississippi River, gazing up at the starry sky.

Eight demonic beasts surrounded him, each of them becoming even more powerful after absorbing a massive amount of faith power.

At dawn on the banks of the Mississippi River, 100,000 Native American warriors stood solemnly.

Ye Qingzhou stood atop the nine-story altar, the bronze axe in his hand gleaming faintly in the morning sun.

This is a ritual vessel restored based on artifacts unearthed from Yin Ruins, and it was cast by the tribe's best craftsmen over a period of three months.

"Today, we have returned to China!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it traveled to every corner through the Seven Emotions Network. As he spoke, Ye Qingzhou cut his palm and dripped blood onto the oracle bone in the center of the altar.

It was a mysterious bone fragment he had dug up from thirty feet underground in New Canaan, with symbols engraved on it that were extremely similar to the oracle bone script of the Shang Dynasty.

The moment the blood seeped into the bone fragments, a strange change occurred!

The entire Mississippi River suddenly boiled, and countless points of light rose from the water, weaving together in the sky to form a vast star map. In the center of the star map, the outline of a black bird gradually became clear.

It was the totem of the Yin-Shang Dynasty!

"Ah! My blood is burning!"

An Iroquois warrior suddenly knelt down and exclaimed.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds and thousands of Native Americans felt a deep stirring in their blood. Faint lines appeared on their foreheads, exactly like the Shang Dynasty inscriptions that Ye Qingzhou had shown them.

The Black Hawk Shaman trembled as he touched the lines on his face: "These patterns... I've dreamt of them since I was a child..."

Ye Qingzhou raised the bronze axe high: "Three thousand years ago, the Shang Dynasty army was defeated by King Wu of Zhou at the Battle of Muye. A group of Shang people migrated eastward along the Arctic ice plains, eventually arriving on this continent. You are the descendants of those brave warriors!"

As Ye Qingzhou surveyed the entire area, his words, along with the Seven Emotions Network, directly transmitted the bloodline memories to all the Native Americans.

They witnessed their ancestors, clad in animal skins, trekking across the ice fields, crossing the Bering Strait in canoes, and eventually rebuilding the Shang Dynasty's sacrificial rites on the North American continent...

"No wonder our totem is so similar to that of the Central Plains."

The Sioux chieftain, tears welling in his eyes, exclaimed, "We are all of the same origin!"

Ye Qingzhou thrust the bronze axe heavily into the altar: "Today, in the name of a descendant of Tang of Shang, I rebuild the Great Shang! The state will be named 'Shang,' with its capital at 'Yincheng,' and its emblem will be the black bird, with the seven emotions as its guiding principles!"

One hundred thousand soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

All the totem spirits automatically coalesced into physical forms: the Black Bird soared through the sky, the Kui Dragon coiled around the pillar, and the Taotie guarded the gate... vividly recreating the magnificent scene in the Book of Songs: "Heaven commanded the Black Bird to descend and give birth to Shang!"

……

Three months later, at 10 Downing Street, London.

"boom!"

Prime Minister William Pitt slammed his fist on his desk, making teacups bounce: "Two hundred thousand Allied troops suffered a crushing defeat! The North American colonies are lost! And now those barbarians have established some kind of 'Shang Kingdom'? And they even claim to be descendants of the Chinese?"

The Foreign Secretary handed over a report: "Worse still, according to the missionaries, they are now practicing a witchcraft called 'psychic power,' where even children can summon spirits and conjure water, fire, hurricanes, and lightning with a mere gesture... capable of slaughtering us white people like ants."

The Times has called this the "second Yellow Peril."

The Minister of War was deeply worried: "News has come from France that Napoleon is considering a ceasefire with our country to deal with this new threat."

Pete walked to the window, gazing at the merchant ships passing by on the Thames: "This freak must be nipped in the bud. Notify the Royal Academy of Sciences to launch Project Merlin, and develop weapons against witchcraft at all costs."

Meanwhile, at the Tuileries Palace in Paris.

Napoleon, holding the latest battle report, trembled slightly: "These Indians...did they really summon a dragon?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Our spy drew this," the intelligence officer whispered. He unfolded a sketch, which depicted a five-clawed golden dragon coiled over the Mississippi River.

"Contact the Tsar immediately."

Napoleon, as the foremost strategist in Europe at the time, acted decisively, declaring, "Tell him I'm willing to exchange northern Italy for his Cossack cavalry. These barbarians must be destroyed!"

In the deepest, darkest chamber of the Vatican's secret archives, Pope Pius VII trembled before a yellowed parchment scroll. The scroll bore a striking resemblance to the totems of the Shang Dynasty, with Latin annotations beside it:
"The Shang Dynasty used sacrificial rites to communicate with the gods. Marco Polo brought them back from the East in 1294."

……

Yincheng, the Imperial Palace Observatory.

Ye Qingzhou leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance. This newly built capital city blended the style of the Yin and Shang dynasties with psionic technology.

The bronze-cast city walls were inlaid with totem runes and could automatically withstand artillery fire.

The palace dome is inlaid with seven kinds of gemstones, which can gather the power of faith.

Even the streets are arranged according to the constellations, forming a huge cultivation array.

"Master, there's movement in Europe."

The silver blade appeared silently behind him. "The British are testing a weapon that can harm spirits, and the church is trying to analyze our psionic system."

Ye Qingzhou wasn't surprised by this: "They won't let this go so easily."

His gaze then turned north, and as they were talking, the Black Hawk Shaman hurriedly stepped onto the stage: "Prophet! A British fleet has been spotted on the west coast!!!" (End of Chapter)