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

After Su Yun pushed open the door to the cultivation room, he found the corridor outside to be quiet.

But it wasn't completely deserted.

Qin Shuangyue stood straight in the doorway like a sculpture welded to the floor. With her hands behind her back, her special forces training uniform accentuated her powerful features. If you ignored her face, which always seemed to say "keep away," she was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Hearing the door open, Qin Shuangyue turned around abruptly.

"Is the job change over?" She quickly glanced at Su Yun, her eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly.

She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that even if Su Yun just stood there casually, he gave people the feeling of a majestic mountain. Although he was a big boy, he exuded a sense of reassuring weight.

"It's over." Su Yun stretched, his bones cracking and popping. Then, like a thief, he peeked furtively into both ends of the corridor and asked in a low voice, "Those three old gentlemen... are they gone?"

Seeing Su Yun's expression, Qin Shuangyue's tightly pursed lips couldn't hold back, and a fleeting smile appeared on her face.

"They've left." She nodded. "We were going to wait for you to come out, but something came up at the Hall of Worship, and the three elders were called back. But they left some words before they left."

Su Yun's heart skipped a beat: "What message did they leave?"

Qin Shuangyue repeated expressionlessly, "Old Wang said that regardless of whether you like his granddaughter or not, add her on WeChat first; feelings can be cultivated. Old Li said his granddaughter is currently working on a major research project about the genes of mutated organisms and needs an assistant, asking if you could visit the lab sometime. As for Master Zhang…"

At this point, Qin Shuangyue paused, her eyes becoming somewhat strange: "Master Zhang left behind a photo album, filled with... promising talents he carefully selected from various art academies."

"..."

Su Yun's lips twitched violently.

These old men were truly fierce when it came to protecting the country, but they're also incredibly shameless when it comes to promoting their own descendants.

"Alright, let's talk about this later." Su Yun quickly waved his hand, forcefully ending this headache-inducing topic. "Where's Elder Long? I need to speak with him urgently."

Upon hearing that it was serious business, Qin Shuangyue's expression turned solemn: "The commander is in Conference Room Number One. If you're here to report on your transfer results, you might have to wait a little while."

"What's wrong?"

"The leader is holding a top-level online expanded meeting on the topic of 'Secondary Impacts of Global Catastrophes and Response Strategies,'" Qin Shuangyue said with a heavy tone. "This is a time of great anxiety."

Upon hearing this, Su Yun raised an eyebrow. It was quite a coincidence. So he gestured for Qin Shuangyue to lead the way: "Perhaps I'm going at the right time."

……

Conference Room 1.

As soon as Su Yun stepped in, he felt a sense of oppressive atmosphere.

Only Long Yi sat at the enormous circular conference table, but the holographic screen in front of him, which occupied an entire wall, was divided into more than a dozen images. In each image was a high-ranking minister of Longxia, whose face was weary and gloomy.

Long Yi, who had his back to the door, turned around when he heard the noise. When he saw Su Yun, a smile instantly bloomed on his tense face. He waved and said, "Comrade Su Yun is here? Come on, have a seat."

Su Yun didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled out a chair next to Long Yi and sat down, first handing Long Yi a USB drive.

Then, lowering his voice, he said, "Elder Long, I just unlocked fifteen skills through job change and level-up. I've compiled all of these skills and was just about to report to you."

Long Yi's eyes lit up, and after taking the USB drive, he paused: "Oh? What are the different interpretations?"

Su Yun leaned close to Long Yi's ear and quickly described the effects of several core skills.

As Su Yun narrated, Long Yi's eyes widened, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. In the end, he even slapped his thigh.

"Good! Good! Good!" Long Yi said three times in a row, leaning back in his chair as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. "Now I feel more confident. Just watch the show later, and don't hold back when it's your turn to make your move."

Meanwhile, the meeting on the screen continued, and the ministers, oblivious to the commotion, remained engrossed in their anxiety.

"Sir, the situation is really not optimistic."

The speaker was an old man with dark skin, wearing a wrinkled white shirt. His name was Liu Nong, the Minister of Agriculture, who was also known for his fiery temper. He valued agriculture more than his own life, and at this moment his eyes were bloodshot.

Liu Nong slammed his fist on the table and said, "We just received a satellite mapping report! Due to previous global crustal movements, a large amount of volcanic ash entered the stratosphere. Although Longxia had a shield that prevented direct impact, the blocking of sunlight is a global phenomenon!"

"Without sunlight, photosynthetic efficiency has plummeted! Furthermore, the integration of the instance into reality has led to geological pollution, severely challenging the planting environment!"

Liu Nong became increasingly agitated as he spoke, shouting at the top of his lungs, "According to big data projections, in just six months! In six months, the global food shortage will reach ninety percent! At that time, not only will those Western countries already in chaos be facing food shortages, but even our Longxia will start to go hungry!"

"Do you know what this means? It means that before the monsters even get in, we'll be fighting each other for a bite to eat! It's cannibalism, sir!"

The meeting room was completely silent.

Everyone knew that Liu Nong was not exaggerating.

As the apocalyptic catastrophe intensifies, the global environment will become increasingly harsh, and even if Longxia responds appropriately, food production will inevitably suffer.

"That's not all."

The person answering the call at the next window was the Minister of Science and Technology, an elderly scholar with gray hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He took off his glasses, wiped them, and said dejectedly, "The academic network in the West has been completely severed. According to intelligence, due to the lack of effective protection in the early stages of the disaster, coupled with the chaos during the evacuation of Western financial groups, a large number of scientists either died tragically or were abandoned as 'useless assets'."

"Humanity's technology tree has been severed."

The old scholar's voice trembled: "Although we have preserved our main force, many cutting-edge materials and advanced theories require global cooperation. Now that the global industrial system has collapsed, we are not only fighting alone, but also dragging the entire human civilization backward. If we cannot break through the technological blockade and resource restrictions in a short period of time, let alone progress, a regression of fifty years in human technology is an optimistic estimate."

The bad news came one after another.

The Ministry of Civil Affairs was even more tearful: "Sir, the pressure of overseas Chinese returning is immense. Tens of millions of people! Their basic needs—eating, drinking, sleeping—are incredibly difficult to manage. And refugees from several neighboring small countries are also pouring towards the border, crying and screaming. The soldiers can't bear to see them suffer, but if we let them in, our supplies will collapse instantly..."

"It's all in chaos, complete chaos."

"If this continues, the order will collapse in less than six months."

"I suggest that military control be implemented immediately, and rationing must be put in place. Each person should have three ounces of grain per day. Let's focus on survival first."

A group of bigwigs were arguing fiercely on the screen, the atmosphere so desperate it was as if the world was about to end—oh, it really was the end of the world.

Liu Nong was the most agitated. He slammed his fist on the table again, pointed at the screen, and roared, "Rationing? That's just a delaying tactic! It won't solve the production problem; we're just facing a slow death! Commander, give us a straight answer! If you really have no other choice, I, Old Liu, will just smash my head against this pillar and die today, at least saving the country a few mouthfuls of food!"

As he spoke, the stubborn old man actually stood up and made a move to rush towards the wall.

The adjutants nearby were so frightened that they quickly grabbed each other's waists and arms.

"Alright, alright, Liu Dapao, just shut up for a bit."

Long Yi, who had been silent all along, finally put down his teacup.

He didn't panic at all; in fact, he even had a calm smile on his face.