If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

The Kunlun warriors, as sharp as swords, plunged into the heart of the disaster area. They fought hard to rescue people, each step teetering on the edge of life and death. Along the way, they witnessed too much devastation and reconstruction, and felt the brilliance and greatness of humanity.

Every damaged corner may conceal untold struggles, and every faint cry for help is like a heavy hammer, striking their steely will. Gao Dazhuang's team arrived at a mountain village severely damaged by a mudslide. This place, once a home with smoke rising from chimneys, has now been razed to the ground by the violent force. The life detector emits a persistent beep, pointing to a patch of twisted steel bars and concrete below.

There used to be a classroom there, but now only half of the dilapidated roof is still faintly visible, and most of it is completely covered by mud and gravel.

"There are signs of life here, very faint, but they're inside!" The scout's voice was several times more urgent than usual. Inside his tall, strong chest, a heart was beating at an even faster pace, but there was no panic on his face. He understood in this desperate situation that every second could determine life or death.

He chose the safest method, carefully parting the piled-up soil with both hands. His inner strength surged, and the originally solid stones turned into dust under the invisible tremor. He peeled them away little by little, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.

Light finally pierced through the narrow passage, illuminating a shocking scene inside: a young teacher, his body stiff, was pinned down by a heavy beam. His pale face seemed to freeze the last of his pain, but his hunched back acted as an eternal barrier, his tightly embracing body creating a small but breathing space for the three children beneath him.

The children's faint cries, like the fluttering of mosquitoes, carried a profound fear of the darkness and the unknown. When the tall, strong hand touched the teacher's cold body, a silent shock exploded in his heart. He gently moved that heavy protective embrace and carried the children out one by one.

These children, snatched back from the jaws of death, were ragged and covered in mud. Their eyes shone with the joy of seeing the light of day again, and with a sense of bewilderment at surviving such a disaster. Gao Dazhuang settled them next to the medical team, and stood there for a long time. He knew that this was not just a simple rescue, but a baptism that touched people's hearts.

He stood solemnly, offering a silent and heavy military salute to the teacher who had protected his students with his life. At that moment, the ruins seemed to become solemn because of this tribute.

In another town covered by mudslides, Lei Kaihua's troops, during a difficult excavation, discovered a trapped mother and child. Under the collapsed wall, the mother's body was in an extremely twisted position, protecting the baby in her arms completely. When the Kunlun soldiers worked together to move the rubble, what was revealed to them was a suffocatingly cruel scene.

The mother's breathing had long since stopped, but the baby in her arms miraculously let out a faint cry, a sound that proclaimed the tenacity of life, like a ray of light tearing through the darkness.

Lei Kaihua carefully picked up the child. The small body, still warm from the ordeal, contrasted sharply with his dusty hands.

The fragility and greatness of life, at this moment, converge into an invisible weight, pressing down on everyone's heart.

The rescue operation is still ongoing. A soldier found a cell phone in the rubble. On the screen, a young figure can be vaguely seen. It is a video that the mother recorded for her child before she died. In the video, the young mother has a gentle face and her eyes are shining with loving light. She is softly humming a lullaby. Her voice is full of affection and tiredness, but it reveals her infinite love for her child. At the end of the video, she is gazing at the camera.

She whispered to the little life in her arms, "Baby, Mommy will always love you."

"If your mother is gone, you must live on strongly."

These brief words, piercing through the dust of time, struck the softest spot in people's hearts. This message caused even the Kunlun warriors present, these tough men who had seen life and death on the battlefield, to tense up.

Their breathing became heavy, and some silently turned away, raising their hands to wipe their eyes, trying to hide their surging emotions deep in their hearts. This pure and ardent maternal love, like an invisible force, cleansed their hardened shells.

While searching for a collapsed nursing home, Liang Sanxi's team was moved by a different scene. Most of the buildings were in ruins, but in the basement, where the main structure was relatively intact, they found dozens of elderly people trapped. Most of them were old and weak, and some even had difficulty moving.

However, when rescuers found them, the elderly maintained a respectable order. They supported each other, huddled together, used tattered cloth to block the gaps to get a little oxygen, and shared their remaining food to sustain their sliver of hope. In their eyes, there was no despair, only a desire to live and a steadfast expectation of rescue.

"Honey, hold on! The People's Liberation Army is coming!"

An elderly man with gray hair struggled to raise his trembling hand and pointed in Liang Sanxi's direction. His voice was hoarse, but it contained an unshakable strength. The Kunlun warriors quickly launched a rescue operation.

Using the ingenious skill of "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," they bypassed the precarious structure and safely moved the elderly people out one by one.

As they were helped out of the ruins and breathed in the fresh air, many elderly people burst into tears, not from fear, but from the relief and gratitude of surviving a disaster. They held the soldiers' rough hands tightly and repeated simple words like "thank you" and "you are bodhisattvas descended to earth" over and over again. Those words, without fancy rhetoric, flowed into the soldiers' hearts like warm currents.

For the soldiers of Kunlun, these successive experiences were far more than just completing a mission. Every rescue, every witnessing of death and rebirth was a profound and soul-cleansing journey. They witnessed the ultimate goodness, the most tenacious vitality, and the astonishing brilliance that humanity can unleash in the face of disaster.

Having experienced this journey through the mortal world, their "Dao Heart" has been tempered and sublimated like never before. The originally rigid training and arduous cultivation have now transformed into real insights, flowing into their blood and penetrating their bones. They no longer cultivate merely to improve their cultivation level, but have truly understood the true meaning of power.

—That is the cornerstone of protection.

That is the hope of life.

This understanding allowed them to take a further step in their comprehension of martial arts. Although their cultivation level did not experience a dramatic breakthrough, the internal energy circulation of each person became more harmonious, like a surging river, yet subtle and controllable. Their understanding of the moves deepened, and every action subtly aligned with the mysteries of heaven and earth. Their combat power underwent a qualitative change, taking a significant step towards transformation.

Standing on high ground, Su Chen gazed into the distance at the wisps of smoke rising from the disaster areas and the sparks of hope. Through the communicator, he listened attentively to the reports from each detachment and sensed the changes in the mindset of every Kunlun warrior. An indescribable sense of satisfaction appeared on his face.

This is exactly what he hoped for. He was cultivating not just an invincible army, but a group of real warriors with flesh and blood who knew how to love and protect.

These life-or-death trials are far more valuable than any solitary ascetic practice; this is the true path of cultivation.

As the rescue efforts in Kunlun District progressed at full speed, lifelines and communication lines in various disaster areas were successively reopened. The backlog of disaster information surged out to the outside world like a floodgate being opened, and external support also poured in like a tide.

Teams of rescue workers, trucks loaded with supplies and equipment, and boxes of timely emergency medicines arrived one after another, sowing the seeds of reconstruction and hope on this land that had just experienced hardship.

Thanks to the swift and efficient actions of the Kunlun warriors, the disaster was effectively brought under control, and the number of rescued people is increasing daily.

Darkness will eventually fade away, and the light is on its way.