The ancient city of Beijing was shrouded in a faint red glow under the setting sun. There were still a few people leaving the city at the city gate. There were a few soldiers standing at the city gate and on the city wall.
Now, no matter whether they entered or left the city, the soldiers ignored them. Instead, they were wearing slanted blue uniforms and had their heads lowered. Three to five people gathered and chatted, not looking energetic at all.
Thinking about it, it made sense. The nobles in the palace had all run away, and the commoners had also taken refuge in the south. In addition, the foreign guns and cannons were so powerful that they could not resist them. Therefore, everyone was just muddling along.
Zhou Zhao followed the crowd into the city, only to see that the prosperity of the city had long since dissipated. There were very few people on the streets, only a few hawkers and small stalls were open. It was desolate and cold, and a storm was coming.
"Daoist Priest Zhou Xiao, we still have to find other good friends to discuss tomorrow's matter.”
Zhong Qi wore a long robe and had an elegant temperament as he cupped his hands towards Zhou Zhao.
"Goodbye!"
Zhou Zhao also returned a bow. Immediately after, he saw Zhong Qi and Old Man Lin turn into another street and disappear from Zhou Zhao's sight.
Looking around, Zhou Zhao walked down the street and finally came to a small alley. His figure flashed and his entire person had already entered the Portable Space.
Now, his Portable Space was already nine cubic meters in size. Compared to before, it had already expanded quite a bit. Not only did he have food and drink, but he also had all kinds of daily necessities. Zhou Zhao even put a bed in.
Anyway, it was only one night, and now that many inns were probably closed, Zhou Zhao was too lazy to find a place to stay, so he might as well make do with the night in his Portable Space.
A few holes were opened in the Portable Space to allow air to flow from the outside. Zhou Zhao sat on the couch and ate some food before he began to concentrate on cultivating the Purple Glow Divine Art.
The ninth level of the Violet Cloud Divine Art could be called the Great Completion, but above it, there was another level of perfection. Martial artists called it the Connate Realm, and Taoists called it the Embryonic Breathing Realm. At this stage, one could already be considered inhuman, breaking through the limits of the human body.
Originally, Zhou Zhao felt that it would take a long time for him to cultivate to perfection. He would need at least 20 to 30 days before he was confident. However, with Zhou Zhao's transmigration and the activation of his Lightning Manipulation ability, the potential and talent of Zhou Zhao's body seemed to have increased by quite a bit, and the time he needed to cultivate was estimated to have been reduced by more than half.
In the Portable Space, as Zhou Zhao breathed, purple qi filled the air. Every breath was long and steady. Purple qi rolled as if there were dragons and snakes circling.
As Zhou Zhao entered the major success stage of the Violet Cloud Divine Art, his heart and lungs were cleansed by true energy until they were almost inhuman. If someone were to approach him closely, they would discover that Zhou Zhao's heart was beating like thunder, and his beating was powerful. As he cultivated for a longer time, there was even a faint sound like the flow of a river and tide. It was the blood in his veins surging.
As the True Qi of the Violet Cloud Divine Art was refined bit by bit, although Zhou Zhao's body's appearance had changed too much, both his flesh and bones had gradually become strong and perfect, gradually becoming inhuman. His aura poured out, making him look like a terrifying humanoid beast.
……
The bright moon disappeared, and the sun rose from the east. At this moment, outside Beijing, teams of blonde-haired, blue-eyed soldiers from the Eight-Nation Alliance Army, who were wearing military uniforms and holding rifles, rushed over.
"They're here, the Japanese are here!"
"The foreign devils are here. There are so many foreign guns and cannons.”
"Call the general!"
……
At this moment, the eyes of the Qing soldiers on the city gate tower widened. Their faces turned pale and their bodies began to tremble.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Not long after, terrifying cannonballs landed on the city walls and city gates, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to shake. The city walls continued to crack, and the Qing soldiers were blasted into pieces. Miserable screams echoed on the city walls.
"Run! The Westerners 'artillery shells are too powerful!"
"Run for our lives. The empress dowager has already run away. If we stay here any longer, we can only wait for death!”
"Help, help!"
At this moment, the thousands of Qing soldiers near the gate had been defeated, and the soldiers stationed in the four directions had yet to come to their aid. Even the thousands of Eight-Nation Alliance Army soldiers outside the city were stunned by the speed of the collapse.
"Attack!"
However, after a few dozen breaths, the Eight-Nation Alliance Army began to charge at the city gate that had been blown open. At the same time, the rifles in their hands would occasionally explode, and the Qing soldiers running around on the streets would continuously fall into pools of blood.
Beijing was in chaos.
At this moment, Zhou Zhao, who was cultivating in his portable space, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the city gate. His voice was low,"Has it started?"
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