The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

85: Chapter 85 [The Martyrs’ Blessing], Invoking AncestorsOld Li leaned over to take a whiff, his eyes instantly widening: ”Such pure life energy! And the structure is extremely stable, with absolutely no side effects! This... is this what was refined by that large cauldron just now?”

”I suppose so.” Su Yun passed the Medicinal Pill forward. ”This thing doesn’t have any other use; it just nourishes the body and extends life. The three Seniors have worked hard for the country for half a lifetime, and your bodies are severely depleted. This stuff is just the right remedy.”

”Nourishes the body?” Old Wang was a straight shooter; he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth. ”Then I’ll have a taste. It just so happens I didn’t eat enough for dinner.”

Old Daoist Priest and Old Li exchanged glances. Not being coy, they picked up their Medicinal Pills and swallowed them.

The Medicinal Pill melted the moment it entered their mouths.

The next second.

Boom!

Three visible waves of Qi erupted violently with the three old men as the center.

”Holy crap! So hot! I’m burning up!”

Old Wang let out a strange cry, and his originally loose Tang suit suddenly made a crisp ”rip” sound.

His originally somewhat hunched back straightened rapidly as if it had been inflated. Underneath his withered skin, muscles like steel cables bulged rapidly, bursting his clothes apart.

The wrinkles on his face were smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his snow-white hair actually started turning black rapidly from the roots.

In just half a minute.

The old man who had been at the end of his rope was gone.

In his place was a strong man, one meter ninety tall, with knotted muscles all over, looking at most in his early forties.

Beside him, although Old Daoist Priest’s changes were not as exaggerated, his aura had become unfathomable. Whenever his eyes opened or closed, brilliant light radiated; his already clear eyes now flashed with electric intensity, as if they could pierce through the Void Realm.

Old Li’s changes were more internal. He felt as if the fog in his mind caused by aging had been blown away in an instant, and his sluggish thinking became sharp and keen again, even faster than when he was young.

”This... how is this just nourishing the body?”

Old Wang looked at his sandbag-sized fists and tried throwing a punch; the air emitted a loud sonic boom.

He said with wild joy: ”I feel like I’m back to being twenty! No, even stronger than twenty! If I were to encounter those foreign devils from back in the day again, I could take on ten of them at once!”

”This is returning to one’s youth, a leap in the level of life.” Old Daoist Priest took a deep breath and bowed solemnly to Su Yun. ”Little Su, this gift is too heavy.”

”What do you mean heavy? We’re all family.”

Su Yun waved his hand, his gaze passing over the others to look at the countdown on the screen again.

Five minutes remaining.

”Three people getting stronger is not enough.”

Su Yun’s eyes turned cold. ”Since they want to show off and intimidate, we cannot lose our own standing.”

He flipped his wrist.

The jade-white ”Fallen Divine Bone” appeared in his hand.

As soon as this bone appeared, the temperature in the command hall plummeted by several degrees, and a lingering power originating from a high-ranking creature made people’s hearts tremble.

”They want to set up a stage in the sky to put on a show, so we’ll erect a monument for them on the ground.”

Su Yun grasped one end of the bone and, without the slightest hesitation, directly activated the Nation-Guarding Shaman’s ability to communicate with national fortune.

Target locked: The central axis of the capital, directly facing the Void Realm beneath the ”Arena of the Gods”.

”Go!”

Su Yun threw it violently.

This Divine Bone turned into a pale stream of light, instantly rushing out of the command hall and straight into the clouds.

When it reached an altitude of ten thousand meters, directly beneath the arena, the Divine Bone suddenly stopped.

Immediately after, under the control of Su Yun’s will, this bone began to grow and deform crazily.

It was no longer a bone.

It had turned into an inverted high platform.

It was stark white all over, and every inch of the steps seemed to be piled up from the bones of some creature, exuding a chilling, murderous, and ferocious air.

On top of the high platform, there were no flashy decorations, only rows of sharp, barb-like bone spikes pointing directly at the arena in the firmament.

This was a thorn.

A thorn stuck fiercely right under the eyes of the gods.

At the same time, Su Yun’s voice, through the connection with national fortune, spread to every corner of the globe in this quiet morning, and also reached that high and mighty arena.

”We shall determine both the victor and the life and death.”

”Since the stage is set, we shall establish the rules here.”

Su Yun’s voice was calm, yet it sounded like rolling thunder.

”If a god dies, their bones remain, and their Soul enters the Conferred God Platform.”

”If one comes, we kill one.”

”If we kill one, we shall confer one on this platform.”

”I want to see whether you have more gods, or if I have more spots on this Conferred God Platform!”

Boom—!!!

As the last word fell, the stark white ”Conferred God Platform” suddenly erupted with a crimson blood light, contending with the golden light in the sky, refusing to give an inch.

The whole world was silent.

He was crazy.

This Dragon Summer person was crazy.

Facing the judgment of the gods, he did not beg for mercy, nor did he explain; instead, he directly took the opponent’s bone to build a platform and even intended to Seal the gods inside it?

What kind of blasphemy was this?

What kind of... dominance was this!

At this moment, countless Westerners who had originally been kneeling on the ground subconsciously raised their heads, looking at that Eastern nation with complex eyes.

There, it seemed, was truly the last backbone of humanity.

”Arrogant!”

The voice in the sky was finally enraged.

The countdown reached zero.

”The first round, begin!”

Following the command, the gates of the floating arena swung open.

”Roar—!!!”

A roar capable of shattering eardrums came through.

A monster as huge as a small mountain landed on the arena with a boom.

It was a lion.

But it was no ordinary lion.

This was a male lion that seemed to have come from purgatory.

Its size was not just as big as a small mountain, but more like a living, breathing steel fortress. Its fur had completely mutated; every mane strand presented a heart-stopping dark gold color, standing up like a halberd, flowing with a cold and hard metallic texture. As it moved, the manes rubbed against each other, emitting a crisp ”clanging” sound like weapons colliding.

Inside its body, it seemed as if an active volcano was Sealed. With every heavy, bellows-like breath, dark red, boiling magma and pungent sulfur smoke continuously spewed from its mouth, nose, and between its teeth. Viscous lava dripped onto the arena, instantly burning through the hard rock, making a ”sizzling” sound and sending up puffs of white smoke. With it as the center, the surrounding air twisted crazily due to the extreme heat, making its figure look even more ferocious and illusory.

Underneath the high-bulging muscle groups, as if meticulously carved from granite, it seemed as if it wasn’t blood flowing, but boiling molten iron. Every contraction and relaxation of its muscles contained explosive power that seemed capable of shattering mountains with a single palm strike. This pure and violent aesthetic transformed into a tangible, terrifying pressure, sweeping over like a tidal wave, causing a feeling of uncontrollable despair and trembling to well up from the depths of the Soul of everyone who looked directly at it.

[First Round Combatant: Olympus Pantheon — Trial Beast · Nemean Lion]

[Characteristic: Absolute Physical Immunity. No ordinary iron weapons or kinetic strikes can break its defense. It can only be killed by relying on Divine Power.]

The moment they saw this monster, the atmosphere in the command hall sank abruptly.

”Nemean Lion...” Qin Shuangyue looked grave and quickly pulled up the data. ”This is one of the twelve trials of Heracles in Greek mythology. Legend has it that its fur is indestructible and impervious to blades and spears; even the Hercules could not pierce it and could only strangle it to death with brute force. It’s like a living tank!”

”And this monster looks even more powerful than the one in the myths; it cannot be underestimated!” Old Daoist Priest also frowned tightly.

The confidence they had just gained from improving their strength vanished instantly.

Everyone looked at Su Yun.

This first battle was crucial.

If they lost, not only would morale collapse, but their foundation would be stripped away.

Su Yun looked at the Nemean Lion on the screen, which was roaring crazily and provoking the camera, and instead, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

”Impervious to blades and spears?”

”Physical immunity?”

”That’s because they haven’t seen Dragon Summer’s ’physics’.”

Su Yun slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep into the System.

Since they were going to fight in the arena, and since they were going to compare foundations.

Then let us show you what a real ”Old Ancestor” is.

His will swept over one skill icon after another, finally fixing on the skill named [Martyrs Protection].

”System, activate skill.”

”Specify summoning direction—”

Su Yun opened his eyes violently.

”In this world, when it comes to fighting big cats like tigers and lions...”

”Who can compare to our family’s Second Master, who dared to drag his blade and slay a Dragon after drinking two taels of wine?”

”Or...” Su Yun paused, his gaze locked firmly on the arrogant lion on the other side of the screen.

”That hero who, with bare hands, dared to run wild on Jingyang Ridge and punch a hanging-eyed white-forehead tiger to death?”

”Summon the ancestor to possess me!”