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

[Everyone Can Be a Dragon, the Whole Nation Ascends (Unique, Mythical Level)]

[Description: Kunlun Mountains form the bones, and the power of will is the soul. From this day forward, this ancient land no longer needs lofty gods to look down upon the mortal realm, for all beings have already traversed the Heavenly Gate. Wherever the bloodline of Longxia reaches, that is the territory of the divine kingdom; wherever the people of Longxia stand, that is the forbidden path of the gods.]

【Effect】

[Transformation from Mortal to Godhood]: The genetic locks of all 1.4 billion citizens of Longxia are forcibly released. All illnesses, defects, and aging are instantly eliminated. The mortal body is transformed into a "Jade Body (True God's Body)," with all basic attributes increased by 10000%, and the lifespan limit is taken over by "Heavenly Dao (Su Yun)," theoretically making it inexhaustible.

【Supernatural Powers Manifested】: Based on an individual's subconscious inclinations, awaken corresponding rule-level talents.

Martial Artist: With blood and qi as powerful as a dragon, and fist intent materialized, they can physically confront epic-level monsters.

Wise Ones (Researchers): Brain development exceeds 100%, gaining the "Vision of Truth," which allows direct analysis of the laws of all things and the manifestation of theoretical models in the void.

Lifestyle: Blessed by "Creation," the five grains are plentiful, and all things are spiritually connected.

【National Prosperity】: When the people of Longxia are within the territory of their nation (including the Pantheon's radiation zone), all skill effects, training speed, and recovery speed are increased by an additional 500%.

[Current Cost: 0 (Passive effect, permanently fixed. Due to its binding to the "Eastern Pantheon" as its energy source, this skill is continuously maintained by an internal cycle formed by the Kunlun ley lines and the willpower of 1.4 billion living beings.)]

[Note: From this moment on, stop looking down on me from your lofty heights. Either come down and submit, or... be dragged down and trampled into the mud by my 1.4 billion brothers and sisters!]

The moment the golden light descended, the Kunlun ley lines were fully activated. This [Ascension] skill, originally designed only for Su Yun, underwent an unprecedented conceptual mutation under the tyrannical distortion of [Territory as Territory]!

An unprecedented nationwide ascension!

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Centered on the new Pantheon atop Kunlun Mountain, the golden light representing the leap of life did not remain on Su Yun, but instantly transformed into a golden tsunami, sweeping wildly along the invisible network.

It shot up along the thick ultra-high voltage power grid, raced along the steel tracks of the Fuxing high-speed railway, plunged into the rolling waters of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, and spread out through the extensive waterways.

0.1 second.

The entire 9.6 million square kilometers of Longxia territory instantly burst into a dazzling golden halo on the satellite cloud image! This halo was brighter than the sun, yet not at all blinding.

Southwestern border of Longxia.

Outside a snow-covered outpost, spatial rifts flickered wildly. A dozen massive, high-ranking two-headed frost wolves opened their blood-red maws and lunged at Old Li, a border guard who was changing his magazine. Old Li's face was covered in purplish-red cracks from frostbite, and his hands were calloused.

A golden light swept across.

The frostbite and old scars on Old Li's face instantly peeled off. Beneath the rough skin, a warm, jade-like luster shone through, and the muscle fibers completed their remodeling into the body of a true god in a fraction of a second.

"Clang." The assault rifle in his hand fell to the ground. Old Li didn't pick it up. He looked at the Frost Wolf that had pounced on him, and without thinking of any tactical maneuvers, he instinctively threw a punch.

There were no impressive light and shadow effects, only the purest and most extreme physical power of blood and qi.

boom!

A visible spiderweb-like crack appeared in the space ahead. A dozen high-level Frostwolf, powerful enough to tear apart an armored vehicle, didn't even have time to scream before being blasted into a cloud of blood mist by the terrifying force of the punch. Even the spatial rift that had been constantly spewing monsters was forcefully closed and collapsed by this single blow.

Old Li looked at his unharmed fist, then at the mangled flesh scattered on the ground, and stood there dumbfounded.

A top-secret underground research institute in Beijing.

An elderly professor with a full head of white hair stared at the densely packed formulas on the blackboard, looking troubled. He had been stuck at a bottleneck in his research on eleven-dimensional string theory for three whole years, and he was running out of brain cells.

Golden light pierced through the underground bunker and shone on him.

The old professor's full head of white hair instantly turned black, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out. Even more terrifying was his brain. The speed of his thought processes instantly broke through the physical limits of carbon-based life forms and transcended the barriers of dimensions.

The old professor didn't even pick up the chalk; he simply drew a line in mid-air with his finger. His spiritual energy transformed into a tangible band of light, constructing a flawless, incredibly complex eleven-dimensional string theory energy model out of thin air in the laboratory. The folding and unfolding of each dimension were clearly visible within the model.

"I see... there was a parameter that was miscalculated." The old professor stroked his bald chin, his tone as calm as if he had picked out a bad potato at the market.

In a rural field.

An old farmer was wielding a hoe, tilling the hardened soil mutated by the cataclysm. A golden light swept across. The farmer felt a sudden ease in his perpetually aching back, his spine cracking as he straightened up. His genetic lock snapped in that instant. He gained endless lifespan and innate wood-elemental communication abilities.

The moment his hoe hit the ground, a vast expanse of giant, translucent crops, radiating a rich spiritual energy, sprouted from the mutated soil before him. One cabbage was even taller than a person.

On this day, 1.4 billion people in Longxia, regardless of gender, age, or whether they are soldiers or civilians.

The collective crossed the insurmountable barrier between the divine and the mortal realms.

Increase the dimension in place.

The whole nation has become gods!

One second, people on Earth were desperately trying to survive against the catastrophic monsters; the next second, the scene shifted dramatically, directly entering the daily life mode of 1.4 billion gods. A cleaning lady wielding her broom could create a spatial storm, and delivery guys didn't need electric bikes, they could shrink the distance between people by stepping on the void.

This extremely outrageous yet exhilarating leap forward brings about a direct explosion of national identity and pride.

However, while some are happy, others are in despair.

Deep in the distant subspace.

There is no light or heat here; it is a pure void of energy. God Jehovah, Amaterasu, whose body is wrapped in bandages, and a few remaining Western gods are huddled in this small refuge, licking their wounds.

They dared not return to the physical world, fearing that Su Yun would drag them back and roast them like suckling pigs.

At that moment, through the gap in subspace, they witnessed a bizarre scene unfolding on Earth. A massive jump wave, powerful enough to shake the multiverse, pierced directly through the atmosphere.

The incandescent halo above Jehovah's head, which had originally represented omniscience and omnipotence, now flickered, like a faulty light bulb with unstable voltage. He stared intently at the map of Longxia, which had transformed into a blinding golden light that nearly blew his divine eyes.

This is not the oppressive aura emanating from a god.

This is the terrifying aura of 1.4 billion true gods and supreme gods-level life forms superimposed together.

A deathly silence fell over the warp. No god spoke, not even their breathing.

Despair. This is the despair of old-time gods who have long relied on fooling mortals and collecting faith from a high position, when faced with an industrialized, mass-produced god-making mechanism.

We're all playing on servers, so why is it that Long Xia can exploit a system loophole to give everyone max-level privileges? What's the point of fighting like this?!

Not long ago, Jehovah said that Su Yun would pay the price, and now he has been slapped in the face.

"How about..." a newly appointed, unknown minor god from the Nordic region broke the silence, his voice trembling violently, "we should go over there... and submit to them? They have 1.4 billion gods now, and all of us combined wouldn't be enough to defeat a single neighborhood committee of theirs."

All the gods remained silent. No one refuted them, because rebuttal required a basis for conviction, and their only basis for conviction was that they weren't quite dead yet.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

Su Yun was stretching his newly transformed divine body, listening to the cheers and celebrations from everyone in the command hall.

Suddenly, the void ahead rippled out like waves.

A spatial rift appeared.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, thinking that these remnants of the Western regime still dared to come looking for trouble.

The Jehovah who emerged from the crack was completely devoid of his previous arrogant and rule-changing temper. This supreme god flickered with light and shadow, and his movements appeared extremely stiff and hesitant.

Following closely behind was a group of surviving gods, their faces covered in dust and dirt.

They did not adopt a fighting stance.

Jehovah coughed lightly, holding a ball of light radiating intense divine power in his hand, and forced an awkward smile.

"Congratulations on Longxia's rebuilding of the Pantheon," Jehovah said dryly. "We... have come to offer our congratulations."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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