National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Above the sky, the enormous, dark red, single-eyed light receded.

The system's grand and merciless mechanical voice crashed down on Blue Star.

Jiang Chen walked back to the far left of the loess city wall.

He put down the rope and sat cross-legged in the sandpit.

Two enormous light and shadow panels descended precisely on time in front of the city of the surviving nation.

On the battlefields of Western countries.

Jackson knelt on one knee amidst the pile of alligator carcasses.

His combat uniform was torn, and more than a dozen deep wounds, exposing bone, were still gushing black blood.

He looked up at the light screen in mid-air, his right hand trembling as he raised it and punched the "Option 1" screen.

Blue beams of light flowed back.

His skin had barely scabbed over, and his physical strength had recovered less than 30%.

He was panting heavily when he collapsed onto the yellow sand.

Yamamoto Itto leaned against the broken wall, his right arm hanging limply at his side.

He shattered the gleaming plate with his left hand, and the pure white katana gleamed faintly as the broken ribs were reconnected and healed.

But the weariness in his eyes was undeniable.

Park Ji-sung used his hands and feet to crawl towards the bare board through the mud.

He embraced the pillar of light, his aged face regaining some vitality as he breathed in the pungent, fishy air.

The camera cuts back to the exclusive live stream room for China.

Guan Shan, Ma Ling, Ji Yuan, Jiang Chen, Chen Xiao, the old beggar, the blind old man, and that black wooden coffin.

No one got up.

All eight people raised their hands at the same time.

Eight invisible energies swept out horizontally.

The bare panel in Option 1 will be shattered on the spot.

They didn't even glance at it twice before smashing the light panel representing personal enhancement for the third time.

[Huaxia Defense Line: All members forgo personal rewards.]

[Final Calculation: China's national fortune surged by 40%!]

[China's current cumulative national fortune increase: 140%!]

Thirty golden beams of light, each as thick as a water vat, pierced through the atmosphere and fell upon the land of China.

Deep in the Taklamakan Desert in Northwest China.

Three desert control workers planted trees under the scorching sun.

A strong wind swept through.

Large patches of green shoots quickly sprouted from the withered yellow sand.

Within seconds, the green shoots sprouted and grew, transforming into a ten-kilometer-long poplar forest.

Groundwater gushed to the surface and converged to form a clear crescent-shaped lake.

A national-level materials physics laboratory in Beijing.

Twelve top scientists stared at the computer screen.

The core data model, which had been stagnant for three years, automatically reached full progress the moment the beam of light appeared.

The last technological barrier to room-temperature superconducting materials has been overcome.

The Chinese internet was in an uproar.

[The elderly folks have spent money again! A 140% increase in national fortune!]

The lame old man downstairs just threw away his cane and climbed six flights of stairs in one go!

What can these foreigners do to compete with us? We have real, powerful figures backing us!

That's called vision! Those foreign devils who rely on drugs to defeat monsters will never learn that!

[I saw Jackson was having trouble breathing just now, how is he going to fight when the fifth wave comes?]

The comments section on the external public channel descended into hysteria.

"Are they out of their minds?! Those are ten thousand demonic crocodiles!"

[God has closed his eyes! The system definitely has a vulnerability!]

Our heroes are bleeding, while they're cultivating immortality somewhere?

[Strong protest! Great Britain demands investigation into the physical data of Chinese athletes!]

They didn't even come down from the city walls; I don't accept this outcome!

[Wait until the next wave of monsters comes out, then let's see if you can still pretend!]

The battlefield of national destiny.

China's defense line.

The sandstorm swept by.

Chen Xiao leaned against the black wooden coffin.

His right fingers pressed against the dark red bone-setting nail.

He didn't look at the light curtain that was disappearing in mid-air.

His gaze swept over the seven men in front of the defensive line.

The mountain pass is level, and the long sword rests on my knee.

Breathing is calm and even.

Chen Xiao watched as Guan Shan's chest heaved.

Three long and one short.

Ma Ling, with her single arm, adjusted her Taoist robe.

Tap your fingers lightly on your knees.

One light, two heavy.

Ji Yuan held a piece of chalk and drew circles.

The pauses in breathing subtly correspond to the four cardinal and four unorthodox principles.

Jiang Chen straightened the hemp rope.

The old beggar scratched his head.

A blind old man is wiping his erhu.

Chen Xiao's heart raced.

Blood is flushed through the blood vessels.

He circulated his internal energy.

This breathing technique was taught to me step by step by my master from the "Illustrated Record of National Destiny".

He blended his own breath with the sound of the wind.

The frequencies completely overlap.

These seven people, with every movement and every pause in their breathing, followed the same path of the exercise.

Outward appearances are ever-changing.

They share the same origin.

Chen Xiao lowered his head.

Fingers gripped the wood grain along the edge of the coffin.

My master said that he had taken in eight disciples.

Master said that you will meet again at the Gate of Death one day.

My master instructed that we must not recognize each other until the city gates are breached.

Chen Xiao closed his eyes.

The loneliness in my heart was replaced by a warm emotion.

They are all here.

My senior brothers and sisters are all here.

The five-year-old girl turned her head and looked in Chen Xiao's direction.

He blinked, crossed two fingers, and made a simple hand gesture.

Guan Shan's eyelids remained closed.

He has cultivated for the longest time and has the deepest skill.

As early as when the golden light of the nation's fortune returned descended, he sensed the surrounding energy pulling him together.

The foundation of the National Fortune Technique could not escape his perception.

Guan Shan crossed his hands over his abdomen.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The horse bell stopped tapping its fingers on its knee.

Ji Yuan put the half-burnt piece of chalk into her long gown pocket.

Jiang Chen raised his hand to lower the bamboo hat on his head.

The erhu string in the blind old man's hand emitted a short, crisp sound.

No one spoke.

No one came forward to acknowledge him.

Yellow sand filled the sky.

In the cold battlefield of national destiny, seven people gathered around a black wooden coffin, forming a silent and absolute understanding.

They each occupied a position on the defensive line, remembering the teachings and holding their ground.

Yanjing.

A strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The heavy alloy doors slid open to both sides.

Staff Officer Li strode in.

Behind him followed an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a gray traditional Chinese martial arts uniform.

"Reporting to the Commander!"

Staff Officer Li stood at attention and saluted.

"We have invited Mr. Sun Taiqing, the head coach of the National Wushu Association."

Zhou Yaoguo strode forward to greet him.

Minister Chen followed closely behind.

"Mr. Sun, thank you for coming so late at night."

Zhou Yaoguo reached out and grasped Old Sun's hands.

"This is a matter of great importance to the nation, and I dare not delay it."

Old Sun's voice was loud and clear, and his steps were steady.

"Technical Department, retrieve the high-definition, lossless replays of the first four waves of battle."

Zhou Yaoguo gave the order.

The large screen lights up.

Four split screens play simultaneously.

Scene 1: Guan Shan sits cross-legged, draws his sword, and a streak of white light sweeps away the goblin army.

Scene 2: Ma Ling stands on the battlements, his empty sleeves waving, the copper bells shaking back the sea of ​​skulls.

Scene 3: Ji Yuan's fingers dance, yellow paper flies through the air, and a million armored soldiers break through the wolf pack.

Scene 4: Jiang Chen throws down the iron chains, turning sand into water, and ten thousand venomous crocodiles sink to the bottom of the lake.

Mr. Sun stood in front of the screen.

He stood with his feet slightly apart and his hands behind his back.

His eyes were glued to every detail of the movement on the screen.

The command center was completely silent.

More than a dozen senior advisors held their breath, awaiting the conclusion of this grandmaster of Chinese martial arts.

The video has finished playing.

The image is frozen in time, showing eight people resting at the foot of the city wall.

Old Sun took a deep breath.

The chest cavity bulged.

He raised his right hand and drew several arcs in the air.

"Mr. Sun, have you figured out the trick?"

Minister Chen handed over a cup of hot tea.

Old Sun waved his hand, refusing the tea.

He turned to look at Zhou Yaoguo.

"Commander."

Old Sun's eyes gleamed. "The four of them have vastly different fighting styles. Some use weapons, some use magic, and some use the art of divination and escape."

Mr. Sun pointed to Guan Shan on the screen.

"Watch the power he generates from his waist and abdomen when he draws his sword."

Then he pointed to Jiang Chen.

"Look at the transmission of the chain through his shoulders and neck."

Finally, the focus shifted to Chen Xiao.

"Look at the way this young man is standing while supporting the coffin."

"Their skeletal exertion sequence and the rhythm of their internal energy flow are exactly the same."

Old Master Sun was resolute.

All the officers present looked surprised.

"External martial arts are ever-changing, but internal martial arts share the same origin."

Old Master Sun emphasized, "I dare to swear on my life. These eight people learned the same core internal skill. They are fellow disciples taught by the same master!"

The folder in Staff Officer Li's hand fell to the ground.

Zhou Yaoguo's eyes widened.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the holographic combat sand table.

On the sand table, eight red dots flashed, firmly fixing the map of China's 9.6 million square kilometers.

The lines intertwine to form a massive Bagua (Eight Trigrams) diagram.

"A person..." Zhou Yaoguo's voice was deep.

"One person taught eight disciples who suppressed the fate of the nation."

Minister Chen replied, his hands gripping the table tightly.

"Twenty years ago, he sent these eight people to eight extreme locations."

"He laid out not only a spatial Bagua formation."

Zhou Yaoguo's gaze was fixed on the black wooden coffin on the large screen. "The techniques he passed down have linked the auras of these eight people into one. This is a living national protection formation!"

The air in the command center seemed to freeze.

"check."

Zhou Yaoguo straightened his back. "Continue the investigation. Who exactly is this master?"