On the northern border, Qingshi Village.
Seventeen-year-old hunter Gu Chengyu was carrying his prey home, but what he saw was corpses all over the ground - seventeen people, men, women, old and young, all dead. His sister Nian'an blocked the fatal blow for him, fell into his arms, and said only one word: "Cold..."
The foreign monk stepped on his head and sneered: "The Zhenguo bloodline? The clan was exterminated three thousand years ago."
That night, his blood drew a dragon shape on the snow.
A broken jade pendant wakes up, and the ancient forbidden skill "The Art of Firmament to Rule the Country" is imprinted on the soul. He used his Qi-refining body to burn his blood and repel the foundation-building enemies, but he himself was on the verge of death and fell into a coma.
When he woke up, he was lying in the military camp of the border general Chu Tianxiong.
"Your blood is the answer that China has been waiting for for three thousand years."
This is no ordinary story of cultivating immortals
There are no loners here.
The first thing Gu Chengyu did after awakening was not to hide his skills and practice them himself, but to hand them over to the country.
Dragon Group officer Chu Lingxi interrogated him coldly: "Aren't you afraid that the country will treat you as a guinea pig?"
"Afraid," he said, "but China is my only home."
Here is the most hardcore "technological cultivation".
Psychic missiles, talisman drones, psionic mechas, and spirit-gathering reactors—while foreign monks are still using ancient magic, China has welded immortality and modern military industry together.
Gu Chengyu used the third level of Qi refining combined with spiritual missiles to kill the foreign monks in the middle stage of foundation building. Technology is not the enemy of immortality, it is China's trump card.
Here is the most popular "national destiny binding".
Thousands of monks drew their swords, and the sword of national destiny appeared out of the sky, cutting down the vanguard of the heaven with one sword.
