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

Eight people knelt on one knee.

Foreigners who witnessed this scene were instantly outraged.

[God! They're calling that coffin master? The person inside is the teacher of these eight monsters!]

[Each of those eight people could take on 20,000 mutated monsters single-handedly. Just how strong must their teacher be?]

[He was sent out to guard the gate twenty years ago? How did he know there would be a national destiny game twenty years later?]

This defies common sense! Predicting the next twenty years is something only a deity could do!

[A living god has always been hidden within China! He placed his disciples in the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) positions, essentially using the entire territory of the country to create a protective formation!]

[We're doomed. How are we supposed to fight this kind of civilization? What are American gene serums compared to this old monster?]

[He's even using the feedback from the nation's destiny to awaken himself—who exactly is he?! Can humanity be bound to the fate of a nation?!]

[I'm not fighting anymore! I demand to become a Chinese citizen and go to worship this deity!]

[We strongly demand that China reveal the identity of the person in the coffin. This is a treasure belonging to all humanity and cannot be kept secret!]

[Protests are ineffective; they have 1.4 billion people—do you dare to rob them?]

God has abandoned the West; the true savior is in that coffin in the East.

【……】

The foreigners who were just clamoring for China to hand over the secrets to crossing the border are now all shut up.

Even Gao Xiaosong, who had been belittling the eight people, didn't dare to speak at this moment.

nonsense.

A person who taught eight apprentices to solo clear the screen.

He hoped his apprentice would help the country strengthen its national fortune and awaken his own potential.

This method of controlling everything was beyond their comprehension.

This is not human at all!!!

.........

Just moments ago, 1.3 billion Chinese people were still immersed in the shock of the nation's leap to extraordinary heights, but now they are collectively boiling over by the word "Master".

Pages on major social media platforms are refreshing at maximum frequency.

The programmers were showcasing their newly awakened superpowers while frantically expanding server capacity.

[To have taught eight disciples who could solo countless monsters, this master must be at least a Human Immortal!]

[You all need to carefully examine the logic! Twenty years ago, these eight people were assigned to eight extreme locations—east, west, south, and north—which correspond exactly to the Life and Death Gates of the Fuxi Bagua (Eight Trigrams).]

[It's terrifying to think about! Our ancestors foresaw twenty years ago that China would face a calamity today!]

Even more outrageous, he not only foresaw this, but also deliberately used a coffin as the core of the formation, sending eight of his disciples into battle to leech off foreigners and nourish the fate of our Chinese nation!

This is the first and only game in history! They even managed to outmaneuver the system!

I'm convinced, truly convinced. It turns out that all 1.4 billion of us are under the protection of our ancestors.

The elderly have suffered for twenty years, all for this day. And the ancestor in the coffin has lain there for twenty years, never seeing the light of day, all for our sake!

[Find out immediately! We must know who our ancestor was; we, 1.4 billion people, must erect a longevity tablet for him!]

【………】

all over the country.

The deliveryman who had just overturned a 30-ton truck with one hand stood on the street and bowed deeply to the black wooden coffin on the screen.

In an office building in Shanghai, a programmer who could foresee the short-term future clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with fervor.

Physics and mathematics professors from various universities started live streams to use the most hardcore scientific data to deduce the actions of the person in the coffin.

"Look at this energy flow diagram! The eight predecessors at the border did not consume any resources, while the power of China absorbed external energy. This formed a huge internal circulation vortex, with the tip of the funnel pointing directly at that coffin."

The elderly professor, with a full head of white hair, had tears in his eyes as he looked at the camera.

"This doesn't fall within the scope of modern physics; it's a colossal formation of creation recorded in ancient texts! Our ancestors were using the national destiny of all humanity to temper themselves!"

Instead of becoming arrogant upon gaining power, the Chinese people developed an indescribable reverence for the source of that power.

They didn't know why this person was linked to the fate of the nation.

But they know.

The eight apprentices he taught are working hard to protect the country's borders, changing their lives.

This is enough.

They firmly believe it.

The awakening of such people is definitely not a bad thing for China!

.........

The United States of America.

The Pentagon's highest operations center.

General Smith gripped the solid wood tabletop tightly with both hands, his face ashen.

The president slumped in a leather sofa, the Cuban cigar he had just lit falling onto his trouser leg and burning a hole in it, but he was completely unaware.

The chief of staff next to him pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands trembling so much that he could barely hold them steady.

"Twenty years ago."

Smith gritted his teeth, his voice forced out from deep in his throat, "What were we doing twenty years ago? We were fighting wars in the Middle East, robbing oil all over the world, and basking in the glory of our aircraft carrier fleet."

He suddenly looked up and stared at the think tank experts in the conference room.

"And in China, there is a person who foresaw this twenty years ago."

"He took in eight apprentices, abandoned them in eight remote and impoverished villages, and imprisoned them there for a full twenty years!"

"This is the difference in fundamental strength. What do we have to fight against someone who can predict the next twenty years and even dares to treat the fate of the nation as nourishment?"

The intelligence chief stood up, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "General, this is just some Easterners playing tricks. No one can possibly predict things in this dimension. Perhaps these eight people are just ordinary martial artists who got lucky..."

"Bang!"

Smith grabbed the coffee cup from the table and smashed it hard at the director of intelligence's feet.

Coffee splashed everywhere.

Smith pointed at the rising numbers on the big screen, displaying the ever-increasing fortunes of China, and roared.

"Just a lucky break?"

"The entire population of 1.4 billion has evolved! Eight monsters that aren't even afraid of missiles! Plus a coffin with a living person lying inside!"

"You're telling me this is a coincidence?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

The person lying in the coffin, whose face was never even shown, directly shattered their psychological defenses with just eight disciples and the word "Master".

...........

The Blue House of South Korea.

"Check the family tree! Check the family tree quickly!!!"

"This person must be one of our Korean people. These Chinese guys have brainwashed us!"

"We must spare no effort to get them back!!!"

Minister Li pointed to the live broadcast room, while the people around him kept swiping on tablets.

It's not necessary to find several people with the same name on it.

If such a divine being could be judged by the national destiny space as the guardian of South Korea.

Then it would truly become a cosmic nation!!!

.........

Different from them.

The whole of China was in an uproar.