I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The individual communication channel in Lin Fan's tactical helmet was suddenly filled with an extremely piercing static. The sound didn't seem like ordinary electromagnetic interference at all; rather, it sounded like some incomprehensible frequency was forcibly interfering with the physical medium of this space.

"All personnel on alert! Formation retracted, activate combined shield!"

Lin Fan suddenly drew his broadsword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at the deep sky that had suddenly lost all starlight.

However, just as he gripped the hilt and habitually poured his true energy into it, an absurd sense of loss of control washed over him. He looked down and saw that the Star Iron Heavy Sword in his hand was still the same dark and heavy sword, but the sensation from his fingertips was becoming extremely blurry.

It's not that the metal has melted, but rather that the sword is conceptually losing its attributes of "hardness" and "sharpness".

Clang!

Nearby, a new recruit, due to excessive nervousness, accidentally knocked his standard-issue rifle against the metal base of the shield generator.

In the past, such a collision would have undoubtedly produced a trail of sparks, or even left a deep white mark. But this time, it produced a muffled thud, like rotten wood clashing together. The spear, infused with deep-sea silver, showed no elasticity or sharpness upon impact, becoming strangely blunt, like a lump of clay that had lost its molecular structure.

"Commander! The array formation has failed! The magical artifacts can't draw upon spiritual energy!" The recruit's eyes widened in terror, and he yanked a fire-gathering talisman from his chest. "I'll use fire magic to hold them off!"

"laugh!"

The bright yellow fire-gathering talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, instantly bursting into a ball of orange-red "flames".

But Lin Fan's pupils contracted sharply at that moment. He was less than half a meter away from the recruit, yet he couldn't feel any heat radiation. The flickering flame was like a holographic image stripped of its thermodynamic properties; it had no temperature and couldn't even ignite a thin piece of paper.

The recruit blankly stretched out his hand and passed it through the orange-red flame. He was completely unharmed.

……

Seven hundred meters underground in Kyoto, in the joint control room.

"Clang!"

Without warning, the teacup slipped from Wang Mingyuan's fingers. It didn't shatter upon hitting the ground, but instead "spread" on the floor in an extremely strange liquid form, the tea and ceramic mixing into a viscous substance of indistinguishable material.

The entire control room had fallen into an unprecedented silence, with only the frantic error messages from various instruments audible.

"Professor Wang! The underlying logic of the Luoshu-1 supercomputer has crashed!"

At the control panel, a researcher stared intently at the waterfall of garbled text refreshing the screen, his voice trembling, "The calculated value of pi is becoming a finite integer! The gravitational constant is constantly fluctuating! Our physical laws... are being completely negated!"

Wang Mingyuan gripped the edge of the holographic sand table tightly with both hands. On the large screen, the freshly developed deep-space photograph was magnified to its maximum size.

Deep within an abyss countless light-years away from Earth, no monstrous fleet approached. Instead, there was an "eye" spanning galaxies, like a rift in the abyss. It didn't descend upon Earth, but its dimensional "gaze" had already transformed into the most terrifying dimensional-reducing attack.

It is subtly overwriting the underlying source code of this low-dimensional universe through its gaze!

"Sever all automatic logical operations! Switch to primitive mechanical life support mode!" Wang Mingyuan roared through gritted teeth. But in the face of this immense force that strips away the constants of physics, human struggles seemed so pale.

……

The summit of Kunlun.

The swirling snowflakes hovered in mid-air, no longer falling, because "gravity" was being quietly erased.

Gu Qing stood in this frozen stillness, his gaze piercing through the distant void, meeting the indescribable "gaze" from the depths of the starry sky.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the system residing deep within the soul remained as lifeless as ever. As a parasitic program that devoured faith according to predetermined logic, it did not exhibit any "protective" response to this erasure of higher-dimensional concepts. It was like a cold reservoir, indifferently waiting for its host to collapse in dire straits, so that it could naturally take over the body.

"Playing dead, huh...?"

Gu Qing's deep eyes remained completely calm, but instead flashed a chilling calculation.

Faced with such conceptual-level erasure, the [Secondary Heavenly Dao Network] he had secretly built was far too nascent to contend with that colossal starry eye. But the system could. Having absorbed faith on Earth for over a hundred years, the system had amassed a massive amount of primordial power—the perfect ammunition for a "high-dimensional clash"!

He didn't seek proactive system defense. Since the system was feigning death, he would personally drain it dry.

Gu Qing slowly raised his hands, and with extreme domineering force, he transformed his divine sense into a sharp blade, directly piercing through the system's energy interface! He used his supreme authority, which was combined with the Nine Provinces Grand Array, and the physical statues scattered around the world as physical anchors to forcibly connect to the system's massive pool of spiritual power.

Without asking for permission or saying anything unnecessary, Gu Qing directly pushed the system's output power to its maximum overload state!

"Burn it for me."

He issued a decree that shook the heavens and the earth within his sea of ​​consciousness.

"boom--!"

In an instant, a vast, breathtaking pale golden divine light spread wildly from Kunlun along the earth's vein network.

This high-dimensional law, representing a century of accumulation in the system, surged into the sky like a tsunami under Gu Qing's forceful extraction, crashing headlong into the "gaze" that was attempting to tamper with the physical constants.

Two higher-dimensional forces collided violently at the dimensional barrier outside Earth. There was no sound, but the starlight of the entire solar system flickered intensely for a moment.

Within Gu Qing's mind, the system's once vast energy reserves were plummeting at an alarming rate due to Gu Qing's unrestrained "flood-like" depletion. In order to resist the eye's rule rewriting, the system was passively burning massive amounts of faith points, utterly powerless to maintain its subtle, manipulative influence that stole humanity.

At the summit of Kunlun, the suspended snowflakes regained their weight and began to fall softly.

On the East China Sea defense line, the heavy sword in Lin Fan's hand regained its coldness and hardness, while the flame in the recruit's hand suddenly erupted with scorching heat. In the main control room, the liquefied teacup reformed, and the constants on the error-prone supercomputer screen stabilized once more.

The physical rules of Earth were forcibly anchored by the frenzied burning of the system's underlying energy.

Gu Qing lowered his hands and put them behind his back.

As he felt the rapidly shrinking system power within his body, and the abyss eye deep in the starry sky that was temporarily stalled due to obstructed rules, a cold, all-encompassing smile finally appeared on his lips.

"Enjoy it to the fullest."