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

The same second that China's national destiny surpassed 200%.

Within the space of national destiny, the black wooden coffin suddenly sank.

The sand beneath the coffin did not explode, but instead silently collapsed three inches.

Eight golden lines extend from the bottom of the coffin, connecting Guan Shan, Ma Ling, Ji Yuan, Jiang Chen, Su Qingyi, Liu Bai, Old Man Luo, and Chen Xiao respectively.

All eight people looked up at the same time.

They cannot hear the system's voice.

Su Chen, inside the coffin, heard everything clearly.

The national fortune of China has reached 200%.

[The third phase of the National Fortune System has been unlocked.]

[Earth Leyline Connection Completion: 60%]

[Access to the Yin-Yang Nine Scrolls has been upgraded.]

[The Eight Directions Barisan Nasional coalition has been promoted from "borrowing power" to "taking control."]

Su Chen remained asleep without opening his eyes.

His consciousness was still surrounded by boundless darkness, but a picture of the Chinese landscape appeared in the darkness.

The Yangtze River flows on.

The Kunlun Mountains rise and fall.

Fourteen billion tiny points of light spread across nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers, then crossed the spatial barrier from the real world and merged into the bodies of the eight disciples.

In the past, disciples would use the fate of the nation to perform magic.

Now, they can take charge of some of the rules on behalf of China.

This is not a 30% increase in strength, nor a doubling of internal energy.

This is a different path.

Su Chen's heart pounded heavily.

"Thump!"

Guan Shan's blood-patterned iron sword, which was placed in front of his knees, was drawn half an inch from its she

There was no wind or blade aura in front of the blade.

A thin, dark line appeared to split open in the space.

Guan Shan reached out and gripped the hilt of the knife.

He didn't use any force, he just slashed horizontally to his side.

The knife fell.

A hundred meters away, a black rock left behind by a lava monster remained intact.

The black stone, along with the space it occupied, was neatly offset by half a foot.

No rock strata are visible in the cut.

There was only darkness that swallowed up all the light.

Old Luo's face twitched, and he lowered his head to protect his bronze compass.

"Boss, test the knife further away."

"This stuff is hard to repair."

Guan Shan sheathed his sword.

The spatial rift then closed.

He looked at the bloodstains on the scabbard and uttered only four words.

"It can sever boundary barriers."

The global live stream paused for a moment, and then the screen was filled with comments.

[What just broke wasn't stone, it was space itself, wasn't it?]

[Master Guan used to be able to slice through ten thousand with a single stroke, now he can even slice through the world?]

I have studied physics, and I have decided to drop out of school starting today.

[It's not that the power has increased, it's that the rules of attack have changed!]

[The bald eagle is even researching composite armor, but the space outside the armor is already gone.]

[The eight senior colleagues received awards again? Didn't they all give them up?]

[National fortune gives way to prosperity! As we become stronger, they will also become stronger!]

[Now that this path is open, 1.4 billion people are their support!]

[Master Guan, please put away your knife. I'm afraid you'll split my livestream into two channels.]

This is true strength!

The copper bell in Ma Ling's arms rang once.

The crack disappeared.

The old wounds on the copper bell also healed.

But the ringing didn't stop in the wasteland.

It passed through the city gate, crossed the space of national destiny, and landed in the real world.

In the old forests of western Hunan, a century-old abandoned cemetery was suddenly swept by a chilling wind.

Beneath the old battlefield of the capital, the slumbering remnants of a soul awaken their eyes.

The sunken ships on the Yangtze River, the ancient border roads, the cemetery for unknown martyrs—all the souls that have not yet dispersed have heard the call.

They did not cause any trouble.

They all turned towards the Chinese border and waited quietly.

Inside the Yanjing Command Center, tens of thousands of psionic detectors simultaneously triggered alarms.

Staff Officer Li felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the dense white dots lit up on the map.

"Sir, there are spiritual disturbances across the country."

"quantity?"

"Unable to provide statistics."

"What about aggressive behavior?"

"no."

Staff Officer Li zoomed in on one of the images, "They are lined up."

Zhou Yaoguo stared at the neatly arranged dots of light in the direction of the border and slowly exhaled.

The horse bell rang only once.

The souls of the fallen across the vast land of China heed his command.

The yellow paper in Ji Yuan's hand had also changed.

The purple color on the paper faded, turning into a warm golden yellow.

He folded a paper figure the size of his palm, placed it on the sand, and raised his hand to touch the paper figure's forehead.

The paper figure grew in the wind and transformed into a gun-wielding armored warrior.

The armored soldiers did not immediately dissipate after landing.

It bent down, picked up some dry wood, added it to the dying fire, and then walked back to stand behind Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan closed her eyes and sensed for a moment.

"No need for continuous gas supply."

"As long as the fate of the Chinese nation endures, it will never perish."

After listening, Jiang Chen tugged at the broken iron chain.

"Then we'll have help moving corpses from now on."

Ji Yuan glanced at him.

"My men don't take on your dirty work."

"The price is negotiable."

"roll."

A few low laughs rang out by the campfire.

The tense atmosphere, which had lasted for nine rounds, finally eased a little.

Jiang Chen smashed the iron hook into the ground.

The black water spread outward from the hook tip, stopping only after covering three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The water was calm, with no fishy smell and no waves.

Jiang Chen threw in a piece of the lava giant's remains.

The black stone disappeared the moment it touched the water.

It's not sinking.

It has been erased.

Iron hooks, chains, and the abyss are integrated into one.

Jiang Chen could clearly sense that the black water was no longer just a waterway that trapped enemies, but a boundary that he controlled and devoured.

Flesh and blood, energy, magic, and even the wisp of sword energy left behind by Guan Shan were all swallowed by the water, transformed into a heavy force, and merged into the iron chain.

Jiang Chen immediately reeled in the hook.

"This thing isn't picky about food anymore."

"From now on, whoever falls in, call out their name first."

Su Qingyi did not respond.

She raised her right hand, and the black thread wrapped around her fingers moved on its own.

In the distance, 20,000 broken corpse puppets stood up simultaneously.

This time, she did not issue any orders.

A wolf carcass missing its left arm walked towards the scattered bones, picked out a suitable forelimb, and reattached it to itself.

Three giant ape corpse puppets moved aside the rocks blocking their path.

The remaining corpse puppets automatically split into eight teams, guarding different positions around the city gate.

They can make judgments, cooperate, and repair themselves.

However, it did not escape Su Qingyi's control.

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Qingyi's eyes.

A small corpse puppet picked up the silver needles she had dropped and handed them back with both hands.

She took the silver needles and remained silent for two seconds.

"He's smarter than Lao Qi."

Old Luo blew his beard and glared.

"If you're going to insult a corpse, just insult a corpse. Why are you dragging me into this?"

Liu Bai opened the mahogany box and took out a bronze mirror.

His pupils turned pure white.

His gaze swept over the corpse puppets, the city walls, and the sky, finally settling on the closed golden giant eye above the national destiny space.

Countless lines appeared in his perception.

The joint weaknesses of the corpse puppet.

The stress points of the city gate.

Energy loops in spatial barriers.

Even at the point where the rules of that giant golden eye were connected, three dim gaps were visible.

Liu Bai immediately closed his eyes.

Two lines of blood slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Chen Xiao stepped forward.

"Sixth Senior Brother?"

"It's alright."

Liu Bai wiped away the bloodstains. "Living things, inanimate objects, formations, space—as long as they exist, they all have weaknesses."

He looked up at the sky.

"Including games related to national destiny."

As soon as those words were spoken, the Yanjing Command Center fell silent.

Zhou Yaoguo pressed down on the desktop.

The abilities of the first seven are for killing enemies.

Liu Bai's new ability may allow China to see the game itself clearly for the first time.

Old Luo lifted up the bronze compass.

The eight runes lit up one by one.

He did not transform the battlefield as he had done before, but merely stirred the central celestial pool.

The colossal bronze city of China trembled.

Eight array patterns representing Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui spread out along the city wall.

The formation covered every brick in the city and extended for hundreds of miles beyond the city walls.

The city walls are no longer the target of the formation's protection.

The city wall itself became a battle formation.

Old Luo looked at the compass, unable to suppress a smile.

"If the monster wants to touch the door next time, it has to pass through eight doors, then walk through the nine palaces, and finally ask the old man if he agrees."

Guan Shan spoke calmly.

Don't trap yourself in this situation.

Old Luo's smile froze.

"That one from twenty years ago doesn't count."

The last beam of golden light landed in Chen Xiao's palm.

Eight soul-suppressing nails floated in mid-air.

The rust on the nail fell off, and the dark red runes sank deep into the iron.

They had no sharp edges, yet they caused all the surrounding sounds to pause for a moment.

Chen Xiao picked up one of them and gently pressed it against a piece of gravel.

The nail did not penetrate.

It only touched the stone surface once.

A black "seal" character immediately appeared around the rubble.

Guan Shan drew his sword and unleashed a sliver of light capable of cleaving through space.

The blade flashed.

The broken stones remained still.

Space cracked open, but the seal remained.

Jiang Chen released black water, its devouring power sweeping over the rubble.

The black water bypassed the character "封" (seal), making it impossible to draw it into the abyss.

Liu Bai opened his eyes, which were like those of an autopsy examiner.

This time, he found no weakness.

Chen Xiao looked down at the iron nail in his palm.

"Permanently sealed off."

"Once the nail is driven in, the rules cannot be changed unless I pull it out."

Su Chen, inside the coffin, heard the prompt again.

[The third stage of evolution for the Eight Generals of Yin Gate is complete.]

[The eight authorities—Boundary Severing, Soul Control, Immortality, Return to Nothingness, Spirit Puppet, Deficiency Detection, City Array, and Eternal Seal—have been returned to their rightful places.]

[Warning: An error was detected in loading the second round of rules.]

An unknown entity is watching the Chinese front.

Su Chen's consciousness drifted outside the landscape painting.

Deeper into the realm of national destiny, something has opened its eyes.

It did not look at the only gate through which the Chinese city gate could be passed.

It is looking at the black wooden coffin.

The golden light slowly dissipated.

The system announced the start of a 72-hour break, but the global live stream did not stop.

The eight people concealed their newly acquired power, neither showing off nor discussing who was stronger or weaker.

Guan Shan sat back down on the sand, placing his knife across his knees.

Ma Ling leaned against the city wall to inspect the new patterns on the bronze bell.

Ji Yuan picked up a piece of paper, folded it in half, then unfolded it and started over.

Jiang Chen covered his face with a straw hat.

Su Qingyi looked down at Chen Xiao's worn-out cuffs and took out a needle and thread.

Chen Xiao returned to the black wooden coffin and placed his palm on the coffin lid.

The breathing inside was clearer than before.

Just as he was about to speak, a muffled voice suddenly came from inside the coffin.

It's not a heartbeat.

It's not a system.

The voice uttered only one word.

"eight……"

Chen Xiao stood frozen in place.

Master is calling him.