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

The mechanical sound resonated in the minds of people around the world.

The second round of the third wave of settlements has begun.

On the wasteland, the Bald Eagle Kingdom's position.

David leaned against a half-charred ruin, his left arm severed at the root, the cut surface revealing ripe, rotten flesh.

He gripped the personal enhancement panel that was descending upon him with his remaining right hand, his fingers twitching.

The ball of light merged into the body, the granulation tissue at the severed arm began to wriggle, and new bone pierced through the skin and grew out.

He inhaled greedily and turned to look at the corpse of the newcomer from Maple Leaf Country, a hundred meters away.

He had just personally cut off the newcomer's thigh to lure away the Shadow Beast, which allowed him to survive the last ten seconds.

Just survive.

David pushed himself up from the sand and looked at the Chinese position on the screen.

Eight people stood quietly beneath the city gate.

David's eye twitched.

Why?

Why would the system grant China such an extraordinary professional inheritance?

The West's multi-trillion dollar investment in genetic engineering has become a complete joke.

The Chinese front.

Golden panels illuminate the yellow sand.

The 1.5x multiplier is hanging in the air.

Chen Xiao brushed the dust off his linen clothes and walked to the bare board.

There was no pause.

He pulled the hammer from his waist and exerted force with his wrist.

"Bang!"

The light panel shattered, turning into countless golden specks of light.

This marks the tenth time that China has forfeited an individual award.

A cold, automated system notification then sounded.

[All representatives of the Huaxia faction forgo their individual rewards.]

[With the 1.5x multiplier effect in effect, the national fortune of China will increase by 60%.]

[China's national fortune has exceeded 300%!]

The third stage of civilizational leap has officially begun.

Bald Eagle Black Palace, underground bunker.

The president slumped in his leather swivel chair, his tie long since torn off.

He listened to the system notification in his mind and slapped the water glass on the table away.

Glass shards flew everywhere.

"300%? We can't even make up for negative numbers, how can they possibly advance three times?"

The president scratched his scalp with both hands, and clumps of hair fell out.

He looked up and stared intently at the screen, his eyes filled with fear.

China is creating a dimensional chasm that can never be crossed.

A sudden change occurred in the sky.

The sky above the national destiny space trembled violently, and a pure gold pillar with a diameter of ten thousand feet cleaved down from nothingness, striking precisely above the city gate of [Huaxia].

The golden light did not spread; instead, it flowed upwards against the current, piercing through the atmosphere, traversing the starry sky, and shining directly into the real world.

The clouds over China's 9.6 million square kilometers were all dyed a brilliant gold.

Golden clouds, rolling and intertwining, gather and intertwine in the sky, outlining a magnificent map of a rooster with its head held high.

This vast and majestic landscape, covering the entire sky, presses down on the heads of 1.4 billion people, exuding an ancient and boundless aura.

The global live chat section froze for a moment, then started scrolling at a rate of 100,000 comments per second.

[That's 300%? Is Great Britain now undergoing nationwide sterilization, while China is drawing maps in the sky?]

[This is insane! Ten times they've chosen to use the nation's destiny to buff them! Aren't those eight people afraid the next wave of monsters will wipe them out?]

[You don't understand, this is what it means to possess a major national asset, this is what it means to put others before oneself! The principles left by our Chinese ancestors are something those foreigners could never learn, even if they studied them their whole lives!]

[Thanks to the eight gatekeepers! Thanks to Grandpa Ji for burning down all the Shadow Beasts, and thanks to Brother Chen for decisively breaking the glass!]

[David, the bald eagle, killed his teammates to save his own life, but Chen Xiao didn't even look and immediately awarded him the reward. That's true character.]

[My God, it's starting to snow golden snow! Has China's gravity system malfunctioned?]

[Help! There are still assassins in Mumbai! Daddy China, please open the door and let me in! I can do the dishes!]

Get lost! China doesn't keep useless dogs. Line up and get yourselves killed!

[...]

In the real world, in the Jiangnan region of China.

Golden snowflakes drifted down gently.

These are not ice crystals formed from water, but rather pure, materialized spiritual light particles.

A veteran who has been paralyzed in both legs for eight years due to a car accident sits in a wheelchair.

A golden snowflake landed on his knee.

The heat flowed down the skin and flesh straight to the bone marrow.

The veteran's pale face instantly flushed red, and he roared as he stood up, using the handrail for support.

The wheelchair was shattered by the powerful internal force.

Not only did he stand up again, but his calf muscles also made a dull thud as if a bowstring was being pulled taut.

At the same time, at the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain.

An elderly man in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged, and the pale blue aura swirling around him instantly transformed into dazzling golden light.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stomped his feet on the ground.

A sonic boom exploded.

The old man rose from the ground without any leverage, took three steps in mid-air, and hovered steadily seventy meters above the ground.

"Grandmaster Realm".

The old man looked down at his hands, releasing his inner energy and condensing it into a powerful aura.

Scenes of this kind broke out one after another across China.

Thousands of awakened individuals who had already reached the Innate level had their bottlenecks shattered under the baptism of the golden snow.

A Grandmaster-level Awakener has been born.

They defied gravity and gained the extraordinary ability to fly briefly.

Yanjing Third Maternity Hospital.

Outside the delivery room, a major paced back and forth.

A cry broke the silence.

The major pushed open the door and stood there, stunned.

On the delivery bed, the newborn baby girl did not cry a second time.

She opened her clear, bright eyes, and her skin was covered with a faint bluish-gold halo.

As the baby girl breathed steadily, the golden spiritual energy in the delivery room transformed into tiny, visible vortexes, flowing into her dantian through her mouth and nose.

The attending physician, holding the testing equipment, said with trembling hands, "The physical condition data is garbled. Cell activity is a hundred times that of an adult special forces soldier. All meridians are unblocked."

Nationwide, medical network systems are flashing red lights frantically.

Three thousand newborns were born in the same minute.

Without exception, they all possessed their own spiritual light and breathed in and out spiritual energy.

A born spirit.

In the legends of the old days, a genius was said to be one in a hundred years, but today three thousand of them have appeared systematically in China.

From the moment they are born, their starting point surpasses the endpoint that ordinary people can never reach in a lifetime.

...........

The strategic command center is located 100 meters underground in Yanjing.

The hall was brightly lit, and all the staff stopped what they were doing and looked up at the 3D data summary on the main screen.

Staff Officer Li rushed to the sand table, his military boots clattering heavily: "Sir! Reports from all over the country are incredibly complex. Spiritual energy has materialized and descended, and 1.05 million Awakened Ones have advanced to Grandmaster level! In addition, 3,000 newborns suspected of having innate Dao bodies have been discovered. The military region hospital has been taken over entirely and is under the highest level of protection!"

Zhou Yaoguo pressed his hands on the alloy tabletop, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out.

He stared at the patches of golden coordinates lighting up on the map, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suppressed the surging emotions in his chest: "Good. A perfect 300%!"

"Sir, there's more!"

Minister Chen turned around from the research and communication console next to him, his cheeks flushed red.

He was holding a report stamped with a top-secret seal in his hand, and his voice was completely out of control and off-key.

"Research Institute, the spiritual energy reactor has successfully ignited at full power for the first time. Footage transmitted from Test Base One!"

A live recording is displayed in a corner of the main screen.

On the massive metal launch pad, a small, black spaceship shaped like a teardrop spewed out a ghostly blue aura tail flame.

There was no roar of chemical fuels, only the pure sound of space tearing apart.

The spaceship rose from its spot and pierced through the clouds in the blink of an eye.

The speedometer on the screen spiked wildly.

Mach 1, Mach 3, Mach 5!

"The conversion rate of spiritual energy into kinetic energy reached 98%, and no material fatigue was found."

Minister Chen gasped for breath, "The anti-gravity matrix is ​​functioning perfectly. Old Zhou, what does this mean? It means we no longer need to be dependent on Earth's fossil fuels; we've broken through the atmosphere's blockade!"

Minister Chen held up the report and slammed it heavily on the table: "China has officially stepped into the threshold of interstellar civilization!"

Inside the command center, there was a deathly silence at first, followed by cheers that seemed to lift the dome off.

Several old generals embraced each other, their eyes red-rimmed.

The technological barriers that the West has imposed for over a century are no match for the grand strategy laid out by our Chinese ancestors.

However, just as the cheers were about to reach their peak...

"Drip—drip—drip—"

On the left side of the central control console, a specially made instrument connected to the national destiny space and used to monitor the vital signs of the black wooden coffins in the Chinese territory emitted a piercing red alarm.

Staff Officer Li's expression changed drastically. He pushed aside the person next to him and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

On the screen, the data waves that were originally as smooth as straight lines began to oscillate violently.

"Sir, something's wrong!"

Staff Officer Li shouted, "The intensity of the monitored target's brainwave activity has surged by 300% in three seconds!"

Zhou Yaoguo strode over, staring intently at the screen: "Speak like a human!"

"The vital signs of the person in the coffin are fully recovering."

Staff Officer Li swallowed hard, pointing to the rapidly increasing bright red numbers in the upper right corner. "Heart rate. It's just broken through to eight beats per minute from three per minute, and it's still accelerating!"

The air in the hall froze instantly.

Everyone held their breath.

The 300% feedback from the nation's destiny not only reshaped China, but also frantically nourished that dormant body.

He's about to wake up.