If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

After the training was disbanded, the restlessness on the training ground was impossible to suppress. The three thousand combatants retreated to their dormitories in small groups, their feet seemingly pumped by some kind of high-frequency vibration pump. This excitement was not just a simple secretion of adrenaline, but more so a result of the long-suppressed hunting instinct in their bones being ignited by a sense of national righteousness after a leap in their level of life.

The cement road surface of the base trembled slightly under the footsteps of these terrestrial immortals and grandmasters.

The door to He Chenguang's dormitory was slammed open. Wang Yanbing threw his worn-out training uniform and luggage onto the bed, then bounced up to the top bunk like a giant spring before landing back down.

"Chenguang! Erniu! Did you hear that? Where did the division commander say we're going?" Wang Yanbing's voice was so loud it sounded like he was shouting commands on the drill ground. Every pore on his dark red face seemed to radiate wild joy. He paced around in the less than five-square-meter space, his steps so fast it was dizzying.

"This life was worth it. Absolutely worth it." Wang Yanbing rubbed his hands together, his fingernails scraping together with a harsh sound. "I thought that once I entered Kunlun, I could become a Grandmaster, and that would be the end of my life. Who would have thought I'd have the chance to raid the lair of those lowlifes?"

Li Erniu sat on the edge of the bed, meticulously adjusting the neckline of his underwear. Hearing Wang Yanbing's words, his hand trembled slightly, then he chuckled foolishly.

"Yanbing, my heart was pounding so hard it could have pushed my shirt up. If my parents found out about this, my dad would definitely go to the ancestral graves to burn three sticks of incense tonight. No, he'd at least slaughter a pig." Li Erniu rubbed the back of his head, the moisture in his eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

"My family has been toiling in the fields for generations. If I were to actually step on that shrine or even tear it down, my family genealogy would definitely dedicate a page to me, with my name at the very top, and no one could take it away from me."

He Chenguang leaned against the windowsill, gazing at the night view of the Kunlun Mountains. Although his movements weren't as exaggerated as Wang Yanbing's, the blood in his chest was surging. A child from a privileged background like his understood the strategic significance of such an expedition far better than the average person.

"A separate page? Erniu, your ideal is too conservative." He Chenguang smiled and patted Li Erniu on the shoulder. "If it were that kind of place, let alone a separate page. When you return to your hometown, I reckon the villages and towns within a hundred miles would all be empty, coming out to welcome you."

Gong Jian pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a chipped enamel mug. This instructor, usually so meticulous about rules and regulations, now had an undisguised flush on his face. He glanced at the soldiers, who were practically bursting with energy, and gave a heavy snort.

"Keep yourselves calm. Don't get so excited before the mission even starts that you go overboard." Gong Jian spoke sternly, but his drinking action betrayed him. The enamel mug clinked against his teeth, making a crisp sound.

He put down the water vat, his expression becoming solemn, as if talking to himself, or perhaps giving a warning, "But I must admit, you lads are lucky to have met Commander Su. This is a humiliation that our forefathers could not completely wash away even with their blood. Now, the knife is in our hands."

The dormitory fell silent for a few seconds. The silence wasn't oppressive; rather, it was a deeper, more palpable fighting spirit gathering within them.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Gao Cheng's camp had reached a critical point.

Gao Cheng sat imposingly in the wooden chair, an empty water bottle clutched in his hand. With a twist of his wrist, the bottle creaked and groaned as it was braided into a pretzel. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes were filled with rage.

"Old Yuan, what are you doing loitering around there? You're making me dizzy." Gao Cheng glanced sideways at Yuan Lang beside him.

Yuan Lang was no longer his usual sarcastic self; he was toying with a specially made alloy coin in his hand. His fingers flew, and the coin traced a golden path in the air, like a tireless firefly.

"I'm just thinking about whether to use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to demolish that dilapidated building when we get there, or to give them a surprise with Little Li's Flying Dagger." Yuan Lang chuckled, a hint of coldness hidden beneath his nonchalant smile. "After all, this kind of opportunity is something you can't come up with in several lifetimes."

Gao Cheng snorted coldly, "Your fancy moves? Watch me. I've honed my Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Skill to the bone. I'll just smash right in. I'll smash every single pillar there into pieces. That'll be real satisfaction."

After speaking, Gao Cheng stood up from his chair and looked out the window at the majestic mountain range. His thoughts were not on Kunlun at this moment, but had drifted to that courtyard in the capital.

His father, Gao Zhenshan, was usually as strict with him as if he were a raw recruit. He always felt that Gao Cheng's achievements at the grassroots level were nothing compared to the realities of war.

"The old man always says I'm impulsive, that I missed the right time, missed that decisive battle," Gao Cheng muttered to himself. "If he knew that I was going to lead a team to raid Xiao Rizi's place tomorrow, I wonder where he would put his old face then."

"Hey, I bet the old man won't be able to sleep at all then," Shi Jin said with a gentle smile. He was carefully wiping his issued cold weapon—a Tang sword that was entirely black and exuded a chilling aura.

As the backbone of the team, Shi Jin was thinking even more deeply at this moment. "When we go there, we're not just representing ourselves, we're representing Kunlun. That place is filled with yin energy, so we have to bring our righteous spirit with us and burn it all to the ground. Leave nothing but ashes."

Xu Sanduo squatted in the corner of the dormitory, counting his specially made grenades one by one. These grenades were engraved with miniature spirit-gathering arrays, and their explosive power was comparable to that of small thermobaric bombs, specifically designed to deal with so-called modern fortifications.

"Squad leader, I think the division commander is right, we need to hurry. After we're done fighting, we still have to come back and help the villagers build houses." Xu Sanduo blurted out a simple and almost endearing sentence without even looking up.

Cheng Cai was wiping his sniper scope, a sharp glint in his eyes. Among these grandmasters, he maintained the absolute rationality of a sniper. "San Duo, there are no fancy tricks this time. This is a battlefield, a battlefield in a foreign land. Remember, apart from our own people, anyone who moves must be confirmed dead."

Gao Cheng suddenly turned around and looked at the room full of elite soldiers.

"Listen up, all of you. If anyone slips up tomorrow, don't ever say they're a soldier of Gaocheng again. I can't afford to lose face like that."

Gao Cheng harbored a burning anger, a pent-up resentment that had been building up for decades. Growing up in the shadow of his general father, even though he had become one of the pillars of the Kunlun Division, he craved a complete and utter crushing victory in matters of national integrity.

He had even rehearsed it countless times in his mind. When he personally trampled that sinful land and returned to see his father, the old man's expression would surely be filled with unprecedented shock, and perhaps even a touch of extreme envy befitting a general.

"Then, let's see who dares to say that the Gao family's brats are only good at bullying their own kind." Gao Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter at this thought. His laughter pierced through the roof, prompting a wolf-like howl of response from the surrounding dormitories.

The entire Kunlun base showed no signs of fatigue at this moment.

Within every grandmaster's body lies a core that never dies out. In traditional military theory, this state is called pre-battle anxiety. But in Kunlun, it's called the confidence to win, the rage about to burst forth.

Night fell. But the lights in the dormitory remained on; no one wanted to sleep, and no one could fall asleep.

Some were repeatedly checking the buckles on their tactical vests, while others were sharpening their short blades. Three thousand men, each with their own habits, but all with one goal.

In He Chenguang's room, the topic had shifted from the family tree to tactical details.

"The walls of that shrine aren't high. It would be too boring if we just flew over them," Wang Yanbing said, gesturing with his fist. "What I'm thinking is to walk straight in through the main gate. Whoever tries to stop us, we'll show them what the iron fist of the Dragon Kingdom is all about."

Gong Jian finished the water in the jar and added casually, "The division commander said to leave no trace. So, you all need to be quick. Ideally, they should disappear and the building should collapse before there's even a complete surveillance video recording."

Wang Yanbing chuckled, "Instructor, don't worry. With our current movement skills, if we get caught on camera by a civilian surveillance camera, I, Wang Yanbing, will swallow that camera whole."

This is an emotion that has been suppressed for a century, and has finally found an outlet.

Everyone knows that once they step out of this valley tomorrow...

The world will no longer be the way they remember it.

And they will become the hammer that reshapes the rules of the world.