Daqin Zhentiansi

The token did not respond.

But he felt a very subtle tremor, as if something deep inside the token had responded softly.

The tremor was like an echo that had traveled through endless years, or an ancient response.

He gripped the token tightly, gazing at the dark purple-black horizon to the north, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as the night.

At dawn on the eighth day, all the gates of Zhaohua City were opened.

Two hundred thousand troops were arrayed in battle formation on the wasteland outside the city.

No one spoke, no one coughed, only the sound of the wind passing through the front line.

The morning light shone through the ridge to the east, illuminating the armor and weapons and reflecting a dazzling light.

On the dark horizon, the first thing to appear is a gray tide.

Those were a pack of gray-maned demon wolves, so many that they were impossible to count.

Immediately afterwards, even heavier footsteps came from the depths of the earth, and the iron-skinned rhinoceros column appeared behind the wolf pack like a moving city wall.

Further away, ironbacked lizards clung to the rock face, while purple-eyed demonic apes, carrying enormous bone clubs, stretched out in dense formation on the horizon.

Further away, there were even larger creatures hidden deep within the demonic energy.

You can vaguely see the churning shadows as they move.

The aura of those things made even the gray-maned demon wolves at the front cower and avoid them.

No one speaks.

But everyone gripped their weapons tightly.

Zhang Yuan stood on the high platform in the central army, gazing at the boundless wave of magical beasts.

Tuoba Shan rode up to him and lowered his voice, saying, "Sir, there are too many. Two hundred thousand men charging in... I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhang Yuan interrupted him.

His voice was as calm as if he were talking about something trivial, and his gaze swept over the overwhelming wave of magical beasts, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Just a bunch of ants."

Tuoba Shan opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Looking at Zhang Yuan's figure standing on the high platform, he suddenly felt that this person's back was even larger than the wave of millions of magical beasts.

Then Zhang Yuan made a move.

He did not wait for the army to complete its formation.

Alone, he leaped off the high platform and headed towards the surging tide of monsters.

Tuoba Shan's pupils contracted sharply: "Sir!"

But Zhang Yuan had already walked out.

He walked alone, dressed in a dark black martial robe, with the Autumn Cold Blade hanging at his waist and the black token in his left hand, towards the boundless tide of demonic beasts.

The 200,000 people behind him were all stunned.

What are they looking at?
A person?

One person can become a million-player Warcraft player?

Zhang Yuan stopped after walking a hundred paces.

He stood on that wasteland, in the open space between two hundred thousand troops and tens of millions of magical beasts, like a nail driven into the very center of the earth.

Then he slowly raised the Zhenyue Token in his hand.

"Kneel down."

Two words.

His voice wasn't loud, but when those two words came out of Zhang Yuan's mouth, it was like a thunderclap exploding between heaven and earth!
An indescribable aura suddenly spread out from Zhang Yuan!
That wasn't power, nor was it oppression; it was something much older and deeper—

That is the will of Tianyuan City a million years ago, the battle spirit that has never been extinguished buried underground for a million years, and the last decree left by Emperor Jun in this token!
The pack of gray-maned wolves charging at the front suddenly stopped.

Then they knelt down.

Not one head, not ten heads, not one hundred heads.

It's all the wolves on the entire forward line.

The gray-maned wolves' limbs were trembling violently, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their backs.

They lowered their heads, emitting low growls, then bent their forelimbs and lay prostrate on the ground. The charging column of iron-skinned rhinoceroses crashed into the kneeling wolves, throwing the entire line into chaos.

But the chaos lasted less than three breaths before the massive iron-skinned rhinoceroses came to a stop.

Then they knelt down as well.

Ironbacked lizard, purple-eyed demonic ape, two-headed venomous python...

One end after another, row after row, piece after piece.

Starting from the very front, the entire wave of monsters spread backward at a visible speed, as if an invisible command was spreading throughout the entire horde at an unstoppable pace.

More and more monsters knelt down.

The kneeling monsters trembled, whimpered, and wailed.

Two hundred thousand people stood in front of the city gate, stunned by what they saw.

No one speaks.

Nobody knew what to say.

They looked at the figure standing in the very center of the wasteland.

A black martial robe, a jet-black token, and a back view that commanded millions of demonic beasts to prostrate themselves on the ground.

Lie Yanghong's hands were trembling slightly.

He had fought battles for most of his life, seen countless monsters, and killed countless monsters.

But he had never seen, never seen a monster kneel.

Jin Yanshan's lips were trembling.

The Golden-Winged Roc bloodline within him was frantically warning him that the bloodline level of the person in front of him was beyond comprehension.

That wasn't a suppression of power; it was a crushing defeat on a life level.

It's like a snake facing a real dragon; it doesn't even have the right to look up at it.

Qin Yue stood on the city wall, looking at that figure, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he whispered, "A million years...who exactly is he?"

No one could answer him.

Zhang Yuan stood on the desolate plain churning with demonic energy, holding the Zhenyue Token in his hand, with countless demonic beasts kneeling on the ground before him.

He didn't turn around, but his voice carried on the morning breeze throughout the entire city of Zhaohua.

"Central battalion, deploy in a wedge formation. Left First Battalion and Left Second Battalion, protect the flanks. Right Battalion, cover the rear."

He paused, then added casually:
"Target: due north-southeast, the main road behind that mountain ridge. Stay close to me."

The army began to move.

Tuoba Shan spurred his horse to the front of the group and pulled on the reins behind Zhang Yuan. His voice held barely suppressed excitement: "Sir, the magical beast..."

“They dare not move.” Zhang Yuan’s voice was as calm as if he were commenting on the nice weather. “They dare not move until I finish walking this path.”

Two hundred thousand troops marched through the kneeling horde of demonic beasts.

No one speaks.

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly as they moved through the dense horde of monsters.

The monsters knelt on both sides of the road, heads bowed, not daring to move.

Some soldiers got so close that they could almost smell the stench emanating from the monsters and see the fur on their backs trembling slightly.

But those magical beasts really didn't dare to move.

Two hundred thousand people walked from sunrise to midday, from midday to midday sun, and from midday sun to dusk.

Not a single monster raised its head, nor did it utter a single roar.

They stood like rows of frozen statues, kneeling silently on both sides of the road, watching the army pass through their territory.

An hour later, the army crossed the thickest defensive line of the monster horde, and the vanguard stepped onto the hardened road leading into the distance outside the deadwood forest.

The moment Zhang Yuan stepped onto the main road, he put away his token.

Only then did the horde of monsters behind them dare to raise their heads.

But they did not pursue.

Because the figure holding the command token had already walked away. (End of Chapter)