Chinese Superman

Chapter 162 The Revival of the Bronze Tree

The underground shelter is not without a door, but its door is quite different from ordinary doors; it is an alloy explosion-proof door, which is both thick and sturdy.

If the shelter is sealed off, you can knock on it from the outside, but you won't hear a sound inside.

It's less of a door and more of a thick reinforced concrete explosion-proof wall.

The knocking sound that some people heard was more like knocking on an old wooden door or a cheap security door filled with corrugated board.

"Don't scare me—I'm easily frightened, where did that knocking come from?"

A middle-aged man instinctively asked, "Who's knocking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat. His eyes bulged out, his face turned bluish-purple, and he was suspended in mid-air with clear marks on his neck. A few seconds later, he completely lost his life.

With a "thud".

The body fell to the ground, its skin a deep purplish-red, like that of an old wooden door, interspersed with rings of lividity resembling tree rings.

"Sizzle—sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The shelter lights flickered again.

When the lights are off, it is pitch black.

When the lights came on, an ancient wooden door stood silently beside the corpse.

The air was eerily cold, and then screams echoed through the underground shelter.

Under the temporary rubble shelter formed by the collapse of a building.

Several survivors huddled together, trembling.

One of them looked up.

In a daze, I saw a tattered rope hanging from a twisted steel bar above, and a blurry black shadow with an elongated tongue swaying gently in the noose.

What the hell is that?

Someone hanged themselves!?

He looked away in fright, only to find his companion staring intently at the noose, his eyes gradually becoming vacant.

Then, his companion stumbled to his feet, stood on tiptoe, and futilely tried to stick his neck into the noose, which was in a completely different dimension—

"Hey! Wake up!"

"Are you crazy? Don't scare me!"

"Holy crap!"

The man shoved his companion a few times, but when he couldn't wake him, he ran away in a panic.

Although he didn't know why, while running, he also put a rope that had appeared in his hand at some point around his neck.

A gust of wind blew by, and the three corpses hanging from the steel bars of the ruins swayed like wind chimes.

A puddle somewhere in the city.

If you accidentally step on it, a pale, bluish hand will reach out, grab your ankle, and drag you into a puddle no bigger than a washbasin.

If a living person is swallowed, the area of ​​the puddle will increase by half an inch, and an extra ghostly hand will emerge.

There was also a strange mirror, and a ball floating without wind—

One by one, bizarre things invade reality from unknown dimensions!

The nation's army and its armed forces quickly discovered their presence.

But unlike goblins, the eerie creature cannot be killed by conventional means.

The bullets passed through their "shapes" as if they were passing through air.

The mystique of ordinary relics cannot eliminate the eeriness.

Martial arts, of course, need no further explanation.

Low-level martial arts cannot access the bizarre at all.

The only saving grace is that cultivators can resist the strange attacks, unlike ordinary people who are powerless to fight back.

Despair, like the deepest ice, has once again spread across the entire land of China.

Even Xia Xinghan felt a sense of unease and chill.

Is this really the near-unsolvable doomsday, as the report suggests?

"No! The bizarre is essentially a killing rule, and only the power of rules can counter the power of rules. My World-Destroying Seal can obliterate the bizarre, and Elder Guo's Bamboo Slips of the Military Sage can also deal with it. But—"

Xia Xinghan frowned deeply.

He is now guarding the nation's borders alone, standing on the Great Wall, and cannot leave at all.

Moreover, they also have to repel the alien gods from the Land of Gods who are attempting to invade Earth.

Top experts like Sun Wukong and Zhang Zhenren could certainly suppress and eliminate the strange entities, but the problem is—there are just too many strange entities!

In an instant, the Yin-Yang Road opened wide, hell was empty, and evil spirits were all over the human world!

"Is there really no way out? —" Xia Xinghan felt a sense of powerlessness for the first time.

He managed to stop the sky from collapsing, but he couldn't stop the earth from turning upside down.

There are just too many doomsday scenarios!

The resurrected apocalypse report is a thick stack!

There are at least eight or ten apocalypses that haven't even "made their appearance" yet.

Xia Xinghan even suspected that even if the [mysterious apocalypse] was resolved, other apocalypses might emerge.

At this darkest hour, a base.

The National Treasury, the core area where sacred relics are kept.

A huge bronze sculpture stands quietly.

The creation is shaped like a tree, with three layers and nine branches. The branches extend upwards like swords and halberds, and a bronze divine bird with its head raised to the sky perches on each branch. A lifelike bronze dragon is coiled on the trunk, its head held high, as if about to take flight.

It is indeed the Bronze Divine Tree!

It embodies the ancient people's idea that heaven and earth were inseparable and that humans and gods communicated with each other.

At this moment, the bronze divine tree revived on its own, and the cloud and thunder patterns lit up one by one. The originally cold and lifeless bronze divine bird and bronze dragon instantly lost their bronze color and seemed to come alive.

"Buzz"

Inside the treasure vault, hundreds and thousands of relics resonated and revived, unleashing a mysterious power.

When one thing is revived, all things are revived.

Accompanied by clear bird calls and high-pitched dragon roars, one after another bronze divine birds took flight, their beaks carrying relics as they flew out of the base.

The same applies to bronze dragons.

Each of its four claws grasps a relic—a bronze mirror, a cauldron, a pagoda, or a piece of porcelain—following closely behind the divine bird.

Guo Lao, who usually oversees the treasury, is not here. As the governor of the country, he has also gone to support the various regions.

If he were here, he would be furious, jumping up and down cursing that the Bronze Tree was a treasure thief!

At this moment, the base is bursting with splendor.

First, nine bronze birds and a bronze dragon flew out, followed by hundreds and thousands of relics that gushed out from the base's entrances and exits!

The national treasure-level relics and the world-class relics still need to be personally controlled by the Bronze Divine Tree, but the Class A relics and Class B relics can be summoned and responded to by a hundred voices, and they will happily follow suit and be revived.

"brush"

After leaving the base, the bronze bird and the bronze dragon dispersed.

They flew over the land of China, and wherever they went, all the relics spontaneously revived.

A divine will that communicates with all things resonates between heaven and earth.

A bronze tree shadow, reaching to the heavens and the earth, stands tall on the ground.

Nine branches multiplied into ten thousand, and countless awakened relics transformed into clusters of light, rising from the dark earth and hanging on the branches.

Even the most powerful national treasures and heirlooms were carried away by divine birds and bronze dragons and hung on the top branches.

And so, the majestic and magnificent bronze tree, which gathered thousands upon thousands of relics and boundless mysteries, erupted at this moment.

"Swish swish swish"

Supreme divine power surged, and invisible ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

A miracle happened!

On this vast land, the countless bizarre and deadly "door-knocking ghosts," "hanging ghosts," and "water ghosts" that inspire despair, fade and dissipate like snow exposed to the sun.

In hundreds of cities and towns, hundreds of thousands of dark green vortexes from which demons constantly emerged vanished silently, like stains erased by an eraser, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.

The demons that had not yet fully emerged from the door let out a shrill scream as they were severed or crushed by spatial forces.

The ancient tombs and ruins, which were in chaos and filled with eerie energy, seemed to have their unrest calmed down by a gentle yet powerful hand, and instantly returned to peace.

Evil spirits lie dormant, and yin energy is contained within.

The aftershocks of the earthquake have completely subsided.

The unusual weather phenomenon has returned to normal.

Even the violent spiritual matter permeating the air became docile.

All spiritual disasters, all anomalies, all apocalypses.

Under the radiant glow of the divine tree, it vanished without a trace!

The darkness of New Year's Eve was illuminated by a colossal bronze tree that reached the heavens and the earth.

"Aaaaah, what is this thing?"

"Does Earth still possess such unparalleled power?!"

"Impossible! Impossible!! Why would it resemble Zhuanxu's severing of the connection between heaven and earth?"

"Oh no, I can't hold on any longer, the door is about to close again!"

Ancient divine words resounded in the Land of Gods.

Even these incomparably powerful ancient gods were no exception. After sweeping away all the mysterious splendor, they had no choice but to submit and were forced to withdraw their giant hand that was turning to ashes.

"Boom!"

The colossal bronze gates of Death Valley closed slowly and steadily amidst a deafening roar.

"This—this is—"

Xia Xinghan stood atop the Great Wall, gazing at the magnificent trees in the darkness, utterly astonished.

"So it's the Bronze Tree that's been revived! No wonder it's a sacred relic!"

"Heaven and earth endure, humans and gods coexist—is this the mystery of the [Bronze Divine Tree]?"

After the initial shock, Xia Xinghan's expression turned strange.

He deduced that the mystery of the Bronze Tree, simply put, is communication—communication with relics, communication with ruins, communication with all things!

Using this mysterious phenomenon, or to put it simply and crudely, it's about relics controlling relics.

The Bronze Tree did not need to choose a master; it revived on its own and then, relying on the unparalleled mystique of the sacred relics, it single-handedly controlled all the relics across the entire land of China.

There's no one else like it!

Apart from other relics and those that have already chosen their owners, the remaining relics are all hanging on the branches of the Bronze Tree.

Then it's all about achieving miracles with sheer force, using extreme numbers to crush all the fancy stuff.

What otherworldly portals? What unkillable monsters? Suppress them all! Annihilate them all!

It's ridiculously strong, ridiculously strong to the extreme!

Xia Xinghan gazed at the Bronze Divine Tree in the distance, murmuring to himself, "I never imagined that what would ultimately sweep away the apocalypse and turn the tide would be a mere relic."

Chang'an City.

At the northern foot of Mount Li, deep within the underground palace of the First Emperor's mausoleum.

In the endless darkness, the enormous black imperial coffin remained silent.

Inside the coffin, the immortal body of the great emperor who swept across the land and unified China, imbued with immense dragon energy, has slumbered here for over two thousand years.

The wave of spiritual revival awakened him.

But what if you wake up?

The Qin dynasty ended after only two generations.

It is no longer his Great Qin, no longer his empire, no longer his millions of people.

Everything is gone.

In the grand dream of a thousand years, he failed to achieve immortality or ascend to the throne; all of it remained in the upper reaches of history, becoming an irretrievable past that can only be remembered.

After the First Emperor awoke, he sat in the imperial coffin just as Xia Xinghan had seen him, seemingly lost in thought or perhaps reminiscing.

As for everything that happens in the outside world, it has nothing to do with him.

"Um?"

The ancestral dragon, slightly distracted, looked up as if sensing something.

Suddenly, a brilliant light emanating from the bronze divine tree, like an invisible stream, seeped into the very core of the underground palace.

The dazzling colors swept through, completely dispelling the cold and gloomy atmosphere of the imperial mausoleum.

Inside the Emperor's coffin, the eyes that had been closed for far too long seemed to twitch slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and boundless divine will began to swirl.

The being in the coffin seemed to tremble almost imperceptibly.

Two majestic and ancient wills suddenly came into contact; it turned out that the Bronze Divine Tree was communicating with the Ancestral Dragon.

A silence.

Inside the underground palace, even the air seemed to freeze.

After a long while, a very soft murmur rang out inside the emperor's coffin, which only he could hear: "—Inherit—?"

""

The next moment, that murmur transformed into a resolute decision: "Yes."

"I will protect this legacy!"

"boom!!!"

The half-open lid of the Xuanhei Emperor's Coffin was violently blasted open from the inside by an overwhelming force, and was thrown out!

Endless golden light and black mist intertwined and permeated the air.

A towering figure dressed in black robes, wearing a flat crown and with a Tai'a sword at his waist, slowly floated up from the coffin. Finally, he stepped out of the imperial coffin and stood on the high platform!

The First Emperor has fully awakened!

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