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

Kunlun Mountains, outside of Buzhou Mountain.

The wind whipped at your face like a knife, and the minus thirty degree Celsius temperature could freeze your snot into an icicle instantly.

But Li Guodong didn't feel cold at all.

The professor, who was over sixty years old, was lying behind a sheltered rock. His glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, were fogged up, but he couldn't bear to wipe them, afraid of missing the scene in front of him.

"Teacher, has Buzhou Mountain really merged into reality?" The student next to me asked, his voice trembling, half from the cold and half from excitement.

Ahead, the sea of ​​clouds was churning wildly. A colossal mountain, broken in half yet still so majestic that it inspired awe and reverence, was slowly "squeezing" out from the void.

If Buzhou Mountain is just a phantom, then everyone can at most treat it as watching a 3D movie.

But now, this thing is being monetized.

The heaviness, the oppression, even the sound of every rock falling from the mountain hitting the ground—all told everyone that it was real.

"It can't be wrong! It can't be wrong!" Li Guodong was so excited that his face turned red. He never thought that he would actually witness such a miracle one day.

He pointed to the towering, cloud-piercing mountains in the distance, "Look at these patterns, look at this grandeur! This is Buzhou Mountain, the backbone of our Chinese civilization! The myth has truly been revived!"

As the chief expert of the geological exploration bureau, Li Guodong has guarded this uninhabited area for thirty years. He has excavated dinosaur fossils, measured crustal movements, and materialism is ingrained in his bones.

But when the broken sacred mountain appeared from the void and truly turned into earth and stone, his materialism had already been fed to the dogs.

This is Mount Buzhou!

Now that Buzhou Mountain has emerged, will it be like a Western miracle, with a deity emerging from it? The goddess Nuwa? The great god Fuxi? Or that fool Gonggong who only knows how to ram mountains?

Regardless of which deity they are, they are all myths brought to life, and their significance is self-evident.

It was worth it for him to have stayed here ever since the phantom of Mount Buzhou appeared in the world.

"Captain Wang! Quick! Get the soldiers in formation!" Li Guodong shouted back to the special forces captain who was guarding them. "Put your guns away! Don't bump into them! We need to adopt a welcoming demeanor!"

Wang Lei is a tough guy with a resolute look in his eyes and a scar on his face from the battlefield.

Upon hearing Li Guodong's words, he thought for a moment and also felt that if there really were immortals, then as the first Longxia people to encounter immortals, they should still show respect to the immortals as hosts.

However, as a soldier, out of caution, he still asked the deputy captain whether the situation of Buzhou Mountain becoming a physical entity had been reported.

After receiving an affirmative answer from the vice-captain, he waved his hand and said:

"Attention! Guns pointed downwards! Adjust your bearings!"

Wang Lei gave the order.

Thirty fully armed special forces soldiers stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the majestic sacred mountain.

The rocks on the mountain became increasingly clear, and even the ancient moss on them could be seen.

The clouds and mist began to disperse.

A golden ray of light shot out from the broken mountaintop, and within the light, a massive door slowly opened.

"They're here!" Li Guodong exclaimed excitedly.

The gap in the door is getting bigger and bigger.

A vast, noble, and oppressive aura emanated from inside the door.

Faced with this aura, Li Guodong felt like an ant in a raging storm, as insignificant as dust.

This is definitely a master! Absolutely a top-tier master!

"Welcome..." Li Guodong opened his mouth, but before he could utter the word "welcome," it was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his neck and forced it into his throat.

Because he saw a foot.

A foot stepping out of a sacred door.

This foot is very large, with skin so pale it's almost sickly, and muscle lines so perfect they look like a sculpture.

But the problem isn't with the feet.

The problem lies in the shoes he was wearing.

These are a pair of leather sandals with gold straps, an intricate design, and open toes.

Li Guodong had seen these shoes in museums and in history books.

These are combat boots in the style of ancient Greece!

Li Guodong's brain went blank.

This is Buzhou Mountain! It's the origin of Chinese mythology! Whose ancestor would go out wearing this kind of foreign stuff?

Before he could figure it out, he took a second step.

Next came the calves, knees, waist...

Until that figure stood completely above the snow line of the Kunlun Mountains.

It was a man.

He had curly white hair and a meticulously groomed beard. He wore a dazzlingly magnificent white robe, over which he was draped in a purple-gold lightning armor. In his hand, he held a scepter that crackled with lightning, the gem at the top of which seemed to seal a storm within it.

He stood there, as if he were the center of the world.

But he doesn't look like a Chinese person at all.

With a high nose and deep-set eyes, his features are like those of a chiseled white man, a typical Western white face.

Dead silence.

On Kunlun Mountain, apart from the howling wind, only the heavy breathing of people could be heard.

The man looked down and indifferently surveyed the crowd below with the same look he gave an insect.

"Is this the world's axis in the East?"

He was speaking in some ancient language, but everyone present automatically translated it into Chinese in their minds.

"A little shabby."

Several more figures emerged from behind the man.

A burly man, clad in heavy armor and wielding a long spear and shield, reeked of blood.

A woman dressed in a gauze dress, with an owl perched on her shoulder, has a cold yet wise look in her eyes.

A thin man wearing winged flying shoes and holding a double serpent staff was curiously looking at the surrounding snow-capped mountains.

Olympus, the twelve Olympian gods.

Li Guodong plopped down on the snow, the feeling of despair making him feel cold all over, colder than the millennia-old snow.

This is not Nuwa.

This is Zeus.

This is... a home raid!

"Why..." Li Guodong's lips trembled, his voice sounding like he was about to cry, "This is our mountain...this is Buzhou Mountain! What right do you have to come out from here?!"

It's like you excitedly open your front door to welcome long-lost relatives, only to find a group of fully armed robbers sitting in your living room drinking tea.

This sense of absurdity and humiliation was more unbearable than killing him outright.

On the mountaintop, Hermes, wielding his staff of two serpents, seemed to hear the old man's question. He chuckled softly, his voice drifting down:

"Foolish mortals."

"The concepts of mythology are interconnected."

"Whether it's your Buzhou Mountain, our Olympus, or the World Tree of Norse mythology... in the definition of mysticism, they are all 'axis' connecting heaven and earth."

"Since it's an axis, it must be universal."

"Your Great Wall is indeed troublesome, sealing off the country's borders so tightly that it's impossible to pass through the main gate. So, if we can't get through, we can use a back gate. Is that too much to ask?"

boom!

These words struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

So that was their plan!

The so-called arena, the so-called one-on-one duel, even the sacrifice of the Grim Reaper, are all for this moment!

They never thought about winning in the ring.

What they wanted was to plunge the knife directly into Long Xia's heart!

"Enemy attack!!!"

Wang Lei finally realized what was happening. He let out a heart-wrenching roar, his eyes instantly bloodshot, "Fire! Kill these bastards!!"

however.

There were no gunshots.

There wasn't even the sound of the bolt being pulled back.

The moment Zeus's gaze truly fell upon them, the so-called special forces elites and their so-called iron will melted instantly, like ice cream exposed to the scorching sun.

That was not a physical attack.

That's a dimensional crushing.

"Mortals must not look directly at God."

Zeus simply hummed softly.

Thump. Thump.

Thirty special forces soldiers, including Captain Wang Lei, collapsed limply into the snow as if their bones had been removed. Blood gushed from their eyes, nostrils, and ears, staining the pristine white snow red.

They didn't die, but they were crippled.

Faced with such absolute divine power, humanity's gunpowder weapons, which it takes pride in, are not even as good as fire pokers.

Li Guodong was the only one left who remained conscious at the scene.

Perhaps it was because he was a pure scholar with slightly stronger mental strength, or perhaps the gods thought it wouldn't hurt to leave an audience.

Li Guodong collapsed to the ground, looking at the young soldiers lying in pools of blood, and at the group of Western gods standing arrogantly on their own sacred mountain.

At that moment, he felt no fear.

There was only one fire.

A raging fire that could burn even the most vital organs to ashes.

Fuck your god!

This gentle and refined old professor, who had always been a man of manners and elegance, picked up a stone from the snow and threw it with all his might at the high and mighty god-king.

As a result, the stone flew less than ten meters before falling helplessly to the ground.

They were still several thousand meters away from the God King.

It's tragic, laughable, and yet heroic.

Zeus didn't even glance at the stone. He slowly raised his scepter and gently tapped it towards the sky.

"Now that you're inside..."

"Then let's officially begin this game."

Boom—!

A beam of purple-gold lightning, centered on Kunlun Mountain, swept across most of western Longxia in an instant.

Meanwhile, far away in the command center, Su Yun's system panel in his mind was flashing red lights wildly.

[Warning! The talent "Territory is Territory" has been invaded from within!]

The control over the core territory of "Kunlun" is being distorted...

[High-dimensional divine suppression detected! Conceptual intrusion detected!]

The other party is attempting to seize the right to interpret "the Way of Heaven"...