Chinese Superman

Thousands of miles away, Wudang Mountain.

Nourished by the revitalized spiritual energy, the Wudang Mountains appear even more beautiful and serene, with temples and monasteries appearing and disappearing amidst the rolling sea of ​​clouds, resembling a Taoist fairyland.

At this moment, atop Tianzhu Peak, in the gilded bronze hall, stood an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a simple blue robe, standing solemnly before the entrance.

He was slender yet upright like a pine tree, with deep, serene eyes that conveyed a sense of composure and tranquility. He seemed to be surrounded by the faint scent of incense, and was none other than Zhang Zhenren, the "Taoist Ancestor" officially recognized by the Xia Kingdom.

Master Zhang entered the Golden Hall, facing the gilded bronze statue directly in front of him. With a solemn expression, he straightened his clothes and hat, and bowed deeply.

The statue is depicted with disheveled hair and bare feet, standing on a tortoise and a snake, wearing a black robe, golden armor and a jade belt, with a majestic face. It is none other than the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable Zhenwu the Great Emperor who guards the North!

On either side of the deity's statue, a golden boy respectfully holds a book on the left, and a jade maiden dignifiedly holds a seal on the right.

Furthermore, the phantom images of the Water and Fire Generals stood guard, holding flags and swords, exuding a majestic aura.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings."

Master Zhang straightened up, his voice calm yet clearly echoing among the clouds atop the mountain.

"Now there are heretical demons, carrying relics from foreign lands, invading our Central Plains, coveting the 'Martial Ancestor,' plotting wickedness, and even wanting to ruin the fortune of our divine land. The demonic aura is growing stronger and cannot be easily controlled."

He bowed deeply once again.

"To uphold the righteous path and protect the people, your disciple Zhang Shouzhou humbly requests Your Majesty's divine power to temporarily subdue demons and eliminate evil influences!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Wudang Mountain seemed to tremble slightly.

Inside the Golden Hall, the statue of Zhenwu Emperor remained majestic and silent, but the statues of the Golden Boy and Jade Girl and the Water and Fire Generals beside him suddenly came to life!

Especially the golden boy holding the book; his lips didn't move, yet a clear, melodious voice, like gold and jade, rang out, echoing throughout the hall, carrying only one word:

"Can."

The maiden replied again, "Yes!"

As soon as the word "but" was uttered, the entire Wudang Mountain seemed to come back to life, responding in kind!

"hold head high--"

Hidden among the cliffs of Nanyan Palace, the golden dragon stone carving flashes with golden light and emits a high-pitched dragon roar.

"Buzz"

The jade disc in front of the Zixiao Palace gleamed with a warm, clear light.

"Click..."

At the former site of the Five Dragons Palace, the stone statue carrying the imperial stele seemed to move slightly.

The Daoguang Emperor's reign is reflected in the stone archway of the Xuan Yue Temple, a symbol of a peaceful and prosperous era.

The entire Taihe Palace, especially the Golden Hall in front of us, began to emit a low hum, and countless intricate and mysterious Taoist runes and talismans appeared on its gilded surface!

The next second, the celestial phenomena changed drastically.

The once clear sky over Wudang Mountain was suddenly filled with dark clouds, and lightning bolts streaked across the sky.

The thick clouds were not ordinary rain clouds, but tribulation clouds containing the majestic power of heaven and pure yang thunder and fire!

Purple lightning bolts were brewing in the clouds, but instead of striking the mountains, they were guided to transform into waterfalls of lightning and fire, which fell from the sky and poured into the golden palace on the mountaintop!

"Boom!"

The entire golden palace suddenly lit up, crackling with lightning and rolling with thunder. Originally magnificent, it was now even more dazzling and intensely bright, a fiery red, like the supreme golden elixir refined in Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace.

The Thunderfire Alchemy Palace!

This is a once-in-a-century spectacle in Wudang Mountain.

But now, with the installation of lightning rods, not only has the spectacular sight of the temple being struck by lightning disappeared, but a thousand-year-old pine tree behind the temple has also perished as a result.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy was restored, and Master Zhang's words carried more weight. He then removed the lightning rod, and the ancient pine tree, which had stood for a thousand years, was also fortunate enough to be revived, becoming even more sacred.

This time, under the leadership of Master Zhang, the Thunderfire Refining Hall was not a natural wonder, but rather a process of tempering and awakening long-dormant divine will by using heavenly thunder and earthly fire as fuel and the golden hall as a furnace!

Master Zhang was inside the hall, unharmed.

"Splash!"

As spiritual energy rose, his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

Master Zhang sat cross-legged with a calm expression, his hands forming a Taoist hand seal, and his mouth chanting mantras. A clear light swirled around him, as if he were in harmony with the fortune of Wudang Mountain and connected with the powerful divine intent in the statue.

The whole process may seem slow, but it actually only takes a few breaths.

When the thunder and fire accumulated to their maximum, they suddenly contracted inward, passing through the structure of the golden palace and disappearing entirely into the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

"Clang"

The tightly closed palace doors opened by themselves without any wind.

A figure of an emperor, clad in black armor, riding a tortoise and snake, and wielding the Demon-Slaying Sword, stepped out from the golden palace!

The True Martial Emperor has been resurrected!

The statue of Zhenwu Emperor stands atop the peak, gazing northwards.

The next moment, Xuanwu raised its head and let out a deep roar, carrying the Emperor and transforming into a golden light that stretched across the sky at great speed, rushing towards the battlefield a thousand miles away!

A thousand miles away, it's over in an instant.

Ten kilometers away from Wangjia'ao, the desolate mountains and vast sky exude an indescribable grandeur, stretching to the horizon in solemnity and reverence.

At this moment, Prince Renhui's innate spiritual sense was also frantically issuing warnings.

If Xia Xinghan's previous nuclear fireball spell was marked with the character "danger," this time it has become a large character "death."

The once clear sky was now covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Above the churning thunderclouds, a radiant glow burst forth, revealing a towering statue of the True Martial Emperor, radiating boundless divine might. Standing atop a black tortoise, he wields a divine sword that seems capable of pacifying all demons and evil spirits in the world.

Upon its first appearance, its divine might was like a prison, overshadowing even the royal authority.

Gu Zhi Qiu felt a wave of relief wash over him, as if a mountain had been lifted from his back. Looking up at the sky, he was completely dumbfounded. His lips parted slightly as he murmured, "Junior Brother...the backup plan you mentioned...is it...the True Martial Emperor?"

"What."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xinghan immediately stopped walking, looked up, and his little face was also full of blankness. He replied dryly, "Don't...don't ask me, I don't know either..."

No, Grandpa Qian, you call this a backup plan?

That's called the Sky-Covering Hand!

Xia Xinghan had expected that Elder Guo would come to the rescue with the Bamboo Slips of the Military Sage, after all, he was one of the leaders of the State and was capable of saving the day. But to his surprise, Elder Qian brought out a great deity.

"The Zhenwu Emperor statue in the Golden Hall of Wudang Mountain? It must have been Zhang Zhenren who made the move."

Although the statue of Zhenwu Emperor was surrounded by the two energies of water and fire, displaying a myriad of phenomena and radiating divine light, Xia Xinghan still discerned its origins.

Zhang Zhenren, who was able to come to the rescue from thousands of miles away and established himself in Wudang, truly deserves the title of the number one in the world.

Compared to Xia Xinghan and Gu Zhiqi's relaxed situation, Prince Renhui is under immense pressure.

He no longer cared about the nobility of his bloodline or the loss of his lifespan. He went mad and poured the vast majority of his life and spiritual power into the golden seal of the Han-Wo Nu King in his hand.

"Ignite my life! The Golden Seal protects the nation!!"

With Prince Ran's life force activated, the golden seal unleashed most of its power, and its true form immediately left his hand.

First, it rose slowly into the sky like a grain of rice, then its light surged to its maximum, and the seal grew as it faced the wind, instantly transforming into a giant golden mountain with boundless golden light.

On the top of the giant mountain, a golden snake coils up; that is the snake's tail.

The original snake-shaped knob, resembling a tiny yellow worm twisted together, transformed into a golden imperial python as the golden seal grew larger, a creature so enormous it could swallow the heavens.

It stretches out its snake body, its scales reflecting the mountains and rivers.

That's part of Japan!

The snake-shaped knob twists and turns, the seal base is square, exuding a powerful kingly aura, a heavy aura like the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, and even the fortune of a vassal state. The bottom of the seal flips over, with the five characters "King of Han-Wei Nu" on one side, fiercely pressing down on the descending Zhenwu Emperor statue!

Even before the seal arrived, the surrounding space was already compressed and distorted by heat!

This attack even made Xia Xinghan's expression change.

He secretly thought that he might not be able to withstand it, and only the Heaven-Destroying Seal could break it.

Faced with a supreme attack of national strength, the Emperor simply raised the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword was gently pushed forward and flicked.

The movement was effortless, as if casually brushing aside a tree branch blocking the way.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling energy collision.

The immensely powerful golden mountain, weighing over a hundred million tons, was sent flying and fell to the mortal realm the moment it came into contact with the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword!

One sword strike, and it's over.