The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

however.

It was at this moment when the hearts of the people were united.

Su Yun suddenly opened her eyes.

A sudden, inexplicable chill stung his brow.

Not right.

It's too quiet.

He lowered his head and looked at the two stone boxes in his hands.

The Thunder Godhead and the Sun Fragment, which had been trembling slightly and trying to break through the seal, suddenly fell completely silent.

"What happened?"

Alarm bells rang in Su Yun's mind.

He looked up and gazed out the window of the hall.

It was midday, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky over the capital was a clear, deep blue. But in Su Yun's vision, which had been enhanced by his Heavenly Eye, this sky... had changed.

That's not blue.

Instead, it was a layer of hazy gray gauze.

This veil, shrouded in the Earth's atmosphere, does not block sunlight, but it does block the flow of some higher-dimensional rules.

"Comrade Su Yun?"

Long Yi's voice came from the side. The old man, his face glowing, walked over. "Up to now, we have almost conquered the entire Blue Star. Now perhaps we can try to deal with the remaining gods..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Su Yun looked at Long Yi.

Long Yi's mouth was still moving, his expression was still an expectant smile, and even his hand movements were frozen in mid-air.

But there was no sound.

It's not just Ryuichi.

The entire command center, with its hundreds of operators, flickering screens, noisy telephones, and the occasional birds flying by outside the window... everything was brought to a standstill in that instant.

Time does not stop.

Su Yun could feel her thoughts still racing and her heart still beating.

It was this world that "spit" him out.

Or rather, a tyrannical force forcibly separated his consciousness from the material world.

The surrounding light began to distort, and the colors of the originally bright command hall quickly faded, with lines becoming blurred and dissolved.

Darkness surged in.

In this regard.

Su Yun remained calm. He simply stood there, even having the leisure to straighten his cuffs. Since physical means were outmatched, he would inevitably resort to underhanded tactics, something he had anticipated.

"Making such a big fuss, didn't they even send out invitations beforehand?"

Su Yun spoke calmly to the void.

The voice just fell.

"boom!"

The darkness exploded.

When Su Yun could see his surroundings again, he was no longer in the capital.

Beneath my feet lies an endless sea of ​​stars, countless stars slowly rotating, emitting a cold light.

In front of him was a huge round stone table.

This stone table is so magnificent that its surface is covered with intricate mythological totems, including a giant serpent that devours the world, a staff that partes the Red Sea, and scales that weigh the heart.

Around the stone table stood towering stone pillars, and on top of each pillar sat a vaguely tall figure.

This is not the human world.

This is the council chamber of the gods, the pantheon.

"Mortal, your mouth is harder than your missiles."

A grand, cold, metallic voice exploded deep within Su Yun's mind.

Su Yun looked up.

Directly opposite the round table sat three enormous figures of light and shadow.

The one on the left, with twelve pure white wings unfurled behind him, holding a thick legal code in his hand, has a perfect face and an arrogant look in his eyes. Gabriel, the chief steward of Eden.

The one on the right, with a wolf's head and a human body, is shrouded in a dark aura of death. He lightly taps his scepter on the table, the sound like the wailing of a soul. Anubis, the gatekeeper of the underworld.

And the one sitting right in the middle...

Su Yun narrowed her eyes.

It was a man with blue skin. He sat cross-legged in the void, a king cobra coiled around his neck, its tongue flicking. His vertical eye on his forehead was tightly closed, yet he still exuded a destructive sense of oppression.

He was not wearing any clothes, only a tiger skin around his waist, and he held a trident, a hand drum, and prayer beads in his four arms.

Shiva, the god of destruction.

"So this is what you call treating someone?" Su Yun pulled out a chair meant for ordinary people and sat down gracefully. "The environment is quite retro. Is this where you retire?"

Gabriel frowned, his quill pausing slightly. "Watch your words, mortal. This is the highest point of the spiritual realm. Your Dongfeng missiles can't reach here, and your industrial barriers can't be deployed here. Here, there are only rules, no measure."

"Indeed." Su Yun nodded. "So what? You couldn't beat me on the ground, so you dragged me here, planning to win back using your mental fortitude?"

No, we're giving you a chance.

Shiva in the middle finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a statement of some universal truth, making people want to believe it.

"We acknowledge your victory in the material world. You exploited loopholes in the rules and used those crude methods called technology to defeat that fool Zeus."

Shiva slowly opened his eyes, and those eyes seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe.

"But have you ever thought about why you won?"

"It's because we are limited. When we forcibly descended into the material world, we had to compress our own dimension and abide by the laws of physics."

"But this does not mean that mortals have truly defeated gods."

Shiva revealed a mocking smile full of divinity.

"Now, we've moved the battlefield here."

"There is no gravity, no air resistance, no nuclear fusion reaction here. There is only the purest form of competition—a contest of will and concept."

As Shiva finished speaking, countless rays of light suddenly shone on the surface of the huge stone table.

That was a chessboard.

A vast chessboard with the entire blue planet as its backdrop and the faith of billions of living beings as its bargaining chips.

"Su Yun," Anubis said sinisterly, his eyes beneath the wolf-head mask gleaming with greedy green light. "We know you want to advance, to become a mythical shaman, to be deified among mortals. But without our approval, your so-called pantheon will forever remain an empty shell."

"How about we play a game?"

Gabriel closed the codex in his hand and said calmly, "Since you like expansion and conquest, then let's wager this world. We'll reshape the rules of mythology in the spiritual world, and you can maintain your industrial order in the material world."

"Let's see whether humanity is more dependent on material things or has a deeper fear of the gods."

"If you win, we, the pantheon of the gods, will offer it up with both hands to help you reach the top."

"But if you lose..."

The third eye on Shiva's forehead opened slightly, and a destructive light pierced Su Yun's soul.

"Then spit out the power that has been taken from us, along with your soul."

The hall was silent.

This is an open conspiracy.

It was the final and most dangerous counterattack launched by the gods after acknowledging their defeat on the physical level. They were abandoning physical confrontation and turning to a more bizarre conceptual war.

Su Yun looked at the three high and mighty figures in front of him.

He smiled too.

His laughter was even more mocking than Shiva's.

"interesting."

Su Yun leaned forward, crossed her hands on the table, and looked sharp.

"People used to tell me that God cannot be looked at directly, and that God is unfathomable."

"But now I've discovered that when you can't win on the ground, you try to change the rules to renege on your debts and try to win back your losses, which is no different from gamblers."

"But have you ever considered why I should play by your rules?"

Only Su Yun could see the unique skill icon with pure attack power that he had obtained from the beginning displayed on the system panel—[Flame Totem].