HDRDTH -Chapter 127 A Thousand Nations Paying Homage

The command center hall was so silent that even the drop of a needle could be heard.

Yu Xian was barefoot on one side, dragging along a pink plastic slipper. Each step made a soft “pa-da” sound on the floor.

The fragment of the Sealing God List—once regarded by Chu Feng as a divine miracle and by Old Li as the fate of the nation—was now hanging in front of Yu Xian with an almost “submissive” posture, lowering its proud dark-black “head.”

“Uncle… she’s still crying. She says… the ice is so cold, and she can’t see you anymore.”

Su Xi clung tightly to Yu Xian’s neck, burying her head in his shoulder, her small body trembling with fear. Her pure eyes reflected not the steel-and-concrete hall, but an endless, frozen, deep-blue glacier.

Yu Xian stared at the blood-red mark on the edge of the list.

The dark red vertical mark in his right palm burned violently, as if responding to some fated summons—almost melting his bones.

“Three thousand years…”

He curled his lips in self-mockery.

“Old Jiang, you really don’t lose out in business. Took my 3 billion for the island, demolished my villa, and now you’re adding a three-thousand-year-old ‘past-life debt’ scam on top?”

He raised his hand and lightly tapped the blood mark.

Buzz—

A visible ripple spread outward from his fingertip, with the Sealing God List at the center.

All electronic devices in the hall shut down instantly.

Supercomputers, quantum monitors—everything turned into scrap in front of that single touch.

“Mr. Yu! This is…” Old Li stepped forward trembling, leaning on his cane.

“Don’t ask. Just say the kid at home wanted fireworks.”

Without turning around, Yu Xian pulled his right hand back sharply.

Crack!

The reinforced alloy floor of the hall was torn apart by invisible force.

The Sealing God List shrank rapidly into a three-inch scroll and shot into Yu Xian’s palm like a streak of light.

The hall plunged into darkness.

Only the dark red glow of the mark on Yu Xian’s palm remained, chilling everyone’s spine.

“Old Li, forget those seventeen foreign leaders.”

Yu Xian turned around, holding Su Xi, scanning the people in the hall—Old Li, Chu Feng, Wang Da Fu, Li Yao.

“Let them wait outside. Those willing to hand things over, leave them and get lost. Those who want to negotiate, let them stay at the airport.”

Chu Feng swallowed hard and straightened his posture.

“Yes! I’ll deliver your orders immediately!”

Beijing International Airport

What unfolded here would be enough to rewrite human history.

Seventeen aircraft—Air Force One, the British Royal jet, the French presidential plane, and others—lined up neatly at the edge of the runway like disciplined schoolchildren.

Men who could shake global markets with a single word were now too afraid to step off their planes.

They were waiting.

Waiting for the man in a plain undershirt and cheap fishing gear to nod.

“Mr. President, we’ve received a reply from China.”

Inside Air Force One, the chief advisor was drenched in sweat, holding a classified transmission.

President Osborne sat in a leather seat, half-empty whiskey bottle in front of him. He straightened instantly, eyes filled with desperate hope.

“What did he say? Will he meet us? Are the three relics of Olympus acceptable?”

The advisor spoke hoarsely.

“Mr. Yu said… leave the things, and leave immediately. Anyone who stays one extra minute—he’ll personally go to the White House and drain your reservoir.”

Osborne froze.

For the leader of the world’s most powerful nation, the first reaction to “drain the reservoir” was not anger—but relief.

“Quick! Unload everything! Now!”

“Tell the pilots—we leave Chinese airspace in three minutes! No—two minutes!”

He shouted like a madman.

“He accepted our gifts—that means we still have a chance to survive!”

And not just the United States.

Across the runway, an absurd scene unfolded.

Leaders who normally argued over 1% tariffs were now personally supervising the unloading of relics.

Fragments of the Holy Grail from the British Museum.

The spear tip of the “Spear of Longinus.”

The Pharaoh’s royal scepter from Egypt.

Mythical artifacts, once worshiped in legend, were dumped on the ground like roadside junk.

Half an hour later, all seventeen planes took off in panic, afterburners blazing.

Side Wing of Beijing Command Center

Yu Xian lay sprawled on a sofa, one hand behind his head, the other holding a slice of watermelon, juice dripping everywhere.

“Dad, I’ve counted all the items sent by the foreign guests.”

Wang Da Fu rushed in, fat cheeks bouncing.

“108 pieces total. All mythological relics from around the world. General Chu says the moment they approached the Sealing God List, their energy became active. The entire hall is now like a giant reactor.”

Yu Xian spat a watermelon seed.

“Reactor my ass. It’s just a pile of junk.”

He sat up and pointed outside.

“Go ask Old Li if there’s a proper fishing spot nearby. I’ve never seen such a big scene in my life—I need to catch a few fish to calm down.”

Wang Da Fu blinked.

“Fishing… while the world is shaking?”

“Of course. What else? Watch those old scholars study glowing trash?”

Yu Xian stood up, grabbing the “magnetic fluid spiritual amplifier” stick.

It now felt heavier, calmer—like a sleeping black dragon.

Just as he walked out, he ran into Li Yao.

She was now wearing a sharp special forces uniform, but the moment she saw him, her arrogance turned into caution.

“Mr. Yu, Old Li requests your presence.”

“Not going.”

“Regarding the fourth name on the Sealing God List…”

Her knees suddenly gave out.

She knelt in the middle of the hallway.

“That name… is mine. Please… kill me.”

Yu Xian stopped.

He tilted his head.

“Kill you? Why would I kill you? I still need someone to pour my tea. Who else is going to brew my 85-degree black tea?”

“But I’m on the list. Experts say those names are containers for extraterrestrial demons. If I’m possessed, I’ll become the blade used to kill you!”

Her forehead pressed to the ground.

Yu Xian was silent for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

The sound echoed sharply in the empty corridor.

“Li Yao, do you really think you’re that important?”

He raised his hand.

The dark red mark on his palm flickered.

An invisible force lifted her up against her will.

“If Old Jiang put your name there, it’s because I need a fishing spot.”

“And if a demon dares use you as a vessel…”

Yu Xian’s eyes sharpened.

“I’ll pull its soul out and feed it to you.”

He patted her shoulder and walked past.

“Now, take me fishing. If I don’t catch anything big, you can come back with your head.”

Li Yao stood frozen, tears finally breaking free.

At that moment—

A deafening bell-like roar echoed from the command hall.

BOOM—

The entire ground of Beijing trembled.

Yu Xian turned sharply.

In the hall, all 108 relics were converging into light, crashing toward the center.

And there—

A crack in space slowly opened.

A wild, ancient, terrifying aura leaked out.

Su Xi’s voice echoed in Yu Xian’s mind.

“Uncle… the door is open.”

“The red-dressed sister said… she’ll hold it for you first.”

Yu Xian’s pupils contracted violently.

He vanished.

Command Hall

The 108 relics had formed a massive altar.

Above it, space was torn open.

A woman in a blood-red dress hung upside down in the void, hair cascading to her waist.

She held two invisible threads in her hands—connected to the stars above…

And to Yu Xian’s right hand below.

She slowly opened her eyes.

And smiled.

A smile that had waited three thousand years.

“Ah Xian…”

“It’s been a long time.”