Chinese Superman

It was that high-ranking official with the sinister tone.

He seemed to remember something and hesitated before saying, "Qian Jiang, in the last part of the satellite image just now, before the target left, it seemed... to look up at the sky?"

"He discovered the location of the 'Heavenly Eye'?"

Professor Qian remained calm and replied, "The FAST satellite is more than a thousand miles from the Earth's surface. Its orbital parameters change constantly. Under such distance and interference, it would be impossible for the imaging resolution to clearly capture such subtle movements."

"Ye Shaolong, you've misunderstood. There's no need to overanalyze it."

"The purpose of the Tianyan satellite network is to work with the seismograph and armillary sphere to monitor the changes in the spiritual energy recovery of the land of China, and to detect 'spiritual disasters' as quickly as possible, issue missions, and notify nearby official instrument handlers. However, it is not accurate enough to see people looking up."

"……Yeah."

"If his intuition is truly that powerful, able to detect a satellite outside the atmosphere from such a distance, then... that's terrifying. It means that not only will nuclear weapons be unable to hit him, but even if the Zhenguo Zhi intervenes, he might still escape."

"The key point is... he's only three years old!"

"When he's ten, when he comes of age... who can restrain him? He will be a god among men!!"

The other party remained silent for a moment, then disappeared from the conference room after a holographic image flickered.

Mr. Qian sat alone in the empty conference room, his golden staff, now disguised, leaning against the chair.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, gazing at the virtual scene outside the window—a deep night sky.

"Looking up at the sky? Do people in the Innate Realm have such strong spiritual senses and eyesight? Or perhaps, Xinghan has already broken through to the next realm?"

As for Ye Shaolong's concerns, Qian Lao didn't take them to heart at all.

Ultimately, Ye Shaolong was simply afraid that a powerful being would suddenly emerge and threaten the status of his aristocratic family.

"A god among men?"

"Xinghan, if you can truly become a god, then please save us from the great calamity that may occur in the future."

"Perhaps saving or destroying the world is just a matter of your decision."

……

Hui country, Mount Koya.

Kumgangbuk-ji Temple.

Under the blazing sun, at midday, deep within the temple, in a heavily guarded shrine, the ever-burning lamps, small as beans, illuminated hundreds of ancient-looking bronze lamps.

Each lamp represents a high-ranking wielder or a person of great power and influence.

This is the lamp of life.

Presided over by a high-ranking monk of the Shingon sect of Esoteric Buddhism, the lantern, made of bronze plum blossoms and bamboo, is said to have a mysterious connection between its flame and the life of the person who lights it.

The lamp is lit and the person is alive; the lamp goes out and the person dies.

A Shingon Buddhist monk on duty was sweeping and conducting routine checks as usual. When his gaze swept over the area in the center of the shrine where the life lamps were lit, his hands suddenly trembled, and the broom fell to the ground with a "thud!"

In that area, all fifty-four life lamps that should have been lit were now completely extinguished!

The wick was charred black, with not a single spark remaining, standing out starkly against the bright candlelight around it, exuding an air of deathly stillness.

Especially the life lamp, which should have been the brightest and represented Prince Renhui, was also dim and went out.

"ah--"

The monk was terrified and scrambled out of the ancestral hall, screaming as he went to find the head monk.

Soon, the white-bearded monk, dressed in a purple robe, rushed over. When he saw the completely extinguished life lamps, especially the one for Prince Renhui, his face turned ashen, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Prince Ren... Renhui... he's dead..."

"Quickly! Inform the Heavenly King!!"

He dared not delay for the slightest and immediately sent the message to the Kyoto Imperial Palace through the most urgent channels.

Deep within the Imperial Palace, Emperor Deming, who had just finished a meeting, received devastating news.

"Fifty-four people...all shattered? Renhui...as well..."

King Deming's hand holding the secret report trembled slightly, and his originally majestic face instantly turned ashen, as if ink could drip from it.

He spent a huge amount of time and effort, meticulously planning for two years, assembling a group of elite weapon wielders from across the country, and even sending his son, on whom he placed great hopes, with the national seal...

I thought it was a sure thing.

The result?! The entire army was wiped out!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!!"

King Deming roared, crumpling the secret report in his hand into a ball, his eyes filled with rage and heartache.

Renhui was one of his carefully groomed successors, so the loss was undoubtedly significant.

But soon, the calmness of being a "ruler" overcame the pain of losing a son.

He forced himself to calm down and began to assess the damage: "The dead can't be brought back to life... so what if they're dead? But..."

"The relics! Those relics absolutely cannot be lost! Especially... the gold seal of the King of Han-Wa!"

The golden seal is not only a powerful relic that serves as a quasi-national treasure, but also a symbol of the legitimacy of the Ying Kingdom's royal family, making it exceptionally significant.

Looking across the entire Ying Kingdom, apart from the three true national treasures, this golden seal is of the highest grade!

King Deming didn't even have time to bathe and change his clothes. He took a few deep breaths, bowed to the east, and spoke in the Ying language, pleading with Emperor Guangwu of Han to return the golden seal that had been bestowed upon him by the royal family of the Weinu Kingdom.

At first, King Deming could still sense something and vaguely perceived the location of the golden seal. He was overjoyed and immediately changed from bowing to kneeling, kowtowing devoutly, and calling out to Emperor Guangwu of Han.

They even cut their fingers, using blood as a catalyst to enhance the connection and thus recall the golden seal.

These methods have indeed been effective.

The senses grew clearer, and King Deming even sensed that the golden seal had "responded" to him and was about to return.

"It's good that the golden seal wasn't lost."

A smile appeared on King Deming's face.

however.

The next moment, King Deming's smile froze, because his connection with the golden seal was severed.

"What happened? Has the golden seal been suppressed?"

"Let's try again. The golden seal is a quasi-national relic; it cannot be suppressed by just anything."

King Deming cut his wrist and began to bleed profusely.

Crimson blood flowed like a torrent.

"Bestowed by Emperor Guangwu of Han, and summoned by the royal family of the Weinu Kingdom, return! Return!" King Deming prayed incessantly, but his face grew paler and his eyes even showed a hint of fear.

It wasn't due to excessive blood loss, but rather because he realized that not only had his senses been severed, but the subtle connection between his bloodline and the golden seal had also completely vanished.

It's as if... the Golden Seal no longer recognizes the royal family of Ying Kingdom!

The mysterious cause and effect, the wisp of fortune blessed by the Han Dynasty in the long river of history, and the last thread of the Weinu Kingdom's destiny were all severed!

"puff--"

King Deming suffered a severe blow to his mind and coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red.

His face was ashen, his eyes filled with boundless shock, bewilderment, and...despair.

"How...how could this happen?!"

He muttered to himself absentmindedly, unable to accept this fact.

"The Golden Seal... The Golden Seal rejected the royal bloodline's summons? And... abandoned us!?"

This meticulously planned and highly anticipated operation not only resulted in the loss of a large number of elite troops, including the heir, and the destruction of numerous precious relics, but now even the most important gold seal of the Han-Wa-nu King has been completely lost and is most likely in enemy hands.

They lost both their wife and their army, suffering devastating losses beyond measure!

King Deming slumped on his throne, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His previous ambitions and schemes seemed so laughable and powerless in the face of this sudden and crushing defeat.

"How could such a meticulously planned scheme fail? Why...?"

"I don't understand, I just don't understand!"

"Xia Xinghan, that's right, it must be him. That extraterrestrial being was behind it all. It's all his fault."

"Heh... Xinghan, Xinghan? Since I can't have you, I'll destroy you and make you pay for my son's life!"

With blood stained on his clothes, King Tokumei's face was deathly pale, his eyes wide with rage and burning with the flames of revenge. He staggered to his feet, swayed from side to side, and hurriedly left the palace, heading to some other place.

That's... the direction of the Yin-Yang Bureau.