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

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

Zhou Yaoguo stared at the big screen.

The two lines overlap perfectly.

Heartbeat band.

The trajectory of national destiny.

Everything is going crazy.

"Make it public."

Zhou Yaoguo braced his hands on the control panel, his voice low and resolute.

Staff Officer Li was stunned: "Sir, this is top secret. If foreign countries find out..."

"What can foreign countries do if they find out? Will they bite us?"

Minister Chen interrupted Staff Officer Li.

"They just destroyed five countries and are struggling to protect themselves. We must tell the Chinese people that 1.4 billion citizens have the right to know. These eight heroes on the front lines risked their lives and gave their lives to the country. The country cannot let them bear the stigma of being madmen."

"This is a two-way journey."

Zhou Yaoguo straightened his back. "The nation's fortune nurtures its people, and the people nurture the nation's fortune. Inform the whole country immediately."

"yes!"

Staff Officer Li turned and rushed towards the information dissemination platform.

Two minutes later.

Within China, all televisions, mobile phones, outdoor screens, and even the speakers used for square dancing simultaneously interrupted their original programs.

A striking red official announcement popped up.

[Joint Statement from the Supreme Strategic Command Center of China]

The brief announcement was concise and to the point, with not a single unnecessary word.

[Confirmed by the Supreme Academy of Sciences.]

[Within the National Destiny Space, the ninth contender on the Chinese defense line is that black wooden coffin.]

No dead objects were detected inside the coffin.

There is a living person with stable vital signs inside.

The life form's heart rate and respiratory intensity are perfectly synchronized with the growth of the fundamental destiny of the Chinese nation.

The eight heroes who defended the city gave up their personal rewards to give back to the nation, precisely to utilize the soaring fortune of China to nourish and awaken the person in the coffin.

[...]

The moment the news broke.

Within China's borders, across 9.6 million square kilometers of land, 1.4 billion people simultaneously came to a standstill.

The old man, who had been holding a 200-pound dumbbell, let go of it.

The deliveryman, who was supporting the truck with one hand, stood still.

online.

After a brief pause.

The barrage of comments flooded all the live stream rooms like a tsunami.

There's someone in the coffin? A living person?!

[My God! The system said there were nine spots, and Coffin really is the ninth person!]

[So that's why they even smashed the coffin as a reward! Turns out they were all trying to boost China's image!]

[Giving back to the nation's destiny...borrowing China's fortune to awaken those in their coffins?!]

[My God? The person in the coffin is connected to the fate of the nation? Who is he?!]

Could it be the Human Emperor???

Just how grand is this game?!

Eight people risked their lives to defend the city, refusing all rewards, just to awaken him?!

[...]

at this time.

Within the realm of national destiny.

The remains of the fifth wave of monsters are dissipating.

The ground was covered with dark red blood that seeped into the yellow sand.

The wind stopped.

Chen Xiao stood in front of the black wooden coffin.

After the fundamental source of China's national destiny exceeded 80%, this coffin underwent some changes.

The thick layer of green rust covering the surface peeled off in patches.

The black cypress wood has a warm, lustrous sheen.

The seven dark red bone-suppressing nails had a faint golden sheen on their surface.

Chen Xiao could feel the primal aura emanating from the coffin becoming increasingly clear.

Chen Xiao's eyes were red and his voice trembled as he said, "Master, please wake up soon."

The voice just fell.

The seven people in the distance turned around at the same time.

Put away your weapons.

They walked step by step toward the black wooden coffin in the very center of the city gate.

Guan Shan sheathed his sword and stood to Chen Xiao's left.

Ma Ling shook her head, tucked the copper bell into the wide sleeve of her Taoist robe, and walked to Chen Xiao's right side.

Ji Yuan put away the yellow paper.

Jiang Chen untied the hemp rope.

Su Qingyi removed the silver needle from her collar.

The old blind man carried his erhu on his back.

The old beggar patted the dust off his clothes.

Eight people.

For the first time in the national destiny space, they were neatly arranged around the black wooden coffin.

There were no introductions or unnecessary formalities.

The internal energy, connected by blood, flowed among the eight of them.

Guan Shan lowered his head, looking at the coffin lid, his voice hoarse: "Eighth Brother, you've worked hard, carrying Master all the way here."

Chen Xiao shook his head: "As long as Master is here, I will be here too."

Ma Ling reached out and touched the edge of the coffin.

The proud Taoist nun who had spent twenty years driving corpses in the deep mountains of Southwest China now had eyes full of awe.

"Twenty years ago, my master found me and taught me the art of corpse driving."

"He told me that a great calamity was coming. He needed to sleep, and asked me to guard the southwestern ley lines."

Ma Ling looked at the others.

Jiang Chen stroked his stubble and gave a dry laugh: "It was also twenty years ago, when I was starving to death in the water towns of Jiangnan. My master gave me a bowl of rice and a rope. He said, 'Keep an eye on the underwater gate for me.'"

Ji Yuan coughed twice, her face pale: "There are many old stories about Jinling. My master told me to use paper figures to ward off evil spirits. He said that he would awaken when China's national fortunes prosper."

The old blind man touched the broken string of his erhu: "I've been blind for half my life. My master taught me to play tunes to keep the wandering ghosts in the southeast at bay."

The old beggar grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Eating poisonous insects helps resist yin energy. Master's arrangements have never been wrong."

Su Qingyi straightened the hem of her cheongsam, her gaze cold: "The needlework techniques my master left behind—sewing corpses and patching leaks—I haven't dared to forget them for a single day."

As Chen Xiao listened to his senior brothers and sisters' words, tears streamed down his cheeks and fell onto the coffin lid.

"My master said that he went into a deep sleep in order to break through and then establish anew."

"As long as we guard our borders and support our nation's destiny, he will wake up sooner."

Chen Xiao raised his head and scanned the seven weathered faces around him.

"Senior brother, senior sister."

"We're almost there."

Guan Shan stepped forward.

He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into his left chest.

"As long as the nation's borders stand, we stand."

"We must not only defend the city."

"We will slaughter all the monsters in this world and reclaim all the fortune!"

"Welcome back, Master!"

Eight people.

He knelt on one knee, facing the black wooden coffin.

"Disciple greets Master!"

The coffin emitted a dull thud.

"Thump!"

It was as if it were responding to them.

The resounding boom was clearly transmitted to every corner of the Earth through the broadcast screen.

Inside the exclusive live stream room for Huaxia.

Billions of bullet comments froze.

Subsequently, an unprecedented explosion occurred.

Master…

The living person in that coffin was their master!

[Everyone stand up! Pay tribute to our ancestors!]

[Twenty years ago! These eight people were assigned by their master to eight different locations across the country twenty years ago!]

He foresaw today's national crisis twenty years ago!

Therefore, he took in eight disciples, taught them eight unique skills, and sent them to protect China in his stead!

[And he himself lies asleep in his coffin, awaiting the prosperity of the nation!]

[I'm moved to tears. These eight heroes did it for their country, and also for their mentor!]

[What's a reward? If it means awakening this ancestor, I'd give my life, let alone the reward!]

This is the true trump card of China!

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