I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

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

One moment, all the screens were still flashing wildly, and the energy curve of the Kyushu Barrier was almost on the verge of collapse; the next moment, the deathly gray chain was severed, the abnormal fluctuations in the outer space began to subside, and the red alert level dropped step by step.

But no one cheered.

Wang Mingyuan stood in front of the control panel, staring at the main screen, and remained silent for a long time.

On the screen, the abyss eye that spanned the galaxy had receded, leaving only a faint, dark golden afterglow at the edge of the Oort cloud.

That was the wound inflicted by Gu Qing's sword.

This is also the first time that human observations have confirmed that higher-dimensional entities are not indestructible.

Old Li slowly exhaled, his hand still resting on the hilt of the knife.

"It has retreated."

Wang Mingyuan didn't look at him, but whispered:

"Retreating doesn't mean it's over."

He raised his hand and tapped a few times on the control panel.

The next moment, hundreds of sets of data were retrieved.

There were 37 points where the outer layer of the Kyushu Barrier was melted.

The psychic relay array at Lunar Orbit Station 1 is overloaded.

The secondary array plate of the Great Sun Spirit Guiding Array is deflecting abnormally.

Three near-Earth orbit observation towers have gone blind.

What's more troublesome is that nearly 10% of the idol networks around the world have experienced unstable flow of faith power.

None of this was caused by the enemy.

It was caused by Gu Qing's sword strike.

He forcibly twisted the joys and sorrows of billions of mortals into a sword, severing the chains of higher dimensions and wounding that eye as well. It seemed earth-shattering, but for humanity's existing system, this power was too brutal and too heavy.

It's like forcing all the water from a dam into a thin pipe.

The sword was slashed out.

The pipe also cracked.

"Never mind the bloodstains for now."

Wang Mingyuan's voice was hoarse.

List all abnormal nodes.

"Nine Cauldrons Network, Divine Statue Network, and Great Sun Spirit-Attracting Array—prioritize investigating these three."

One of the operators was taken aback.

"Professor, the residue left from that eye..."

"Do not analyze."

Wang Mingyuan interrupted him directly.

There was a moment of silence in the control room.

Wang Mingyuan turned his head and glanced at everyone.

"Just now, Luoshu No. 1 only attempted to establish a basic model, and the core logic already contained a self-consistency error."

"That thing is beyond our current research capabilities."

He paused for a moment after he finished speaking.

"At the very least, we can't conduct research using our usual methods."

No one objected.

Just a moment ago, Luoshu No. 1 almost locked itself.

It wasn't an attack.

It's more like it's trying to understand something that shouldn't be understood by three-dimensional logic at all, thus getting itself into a dead end.

The young researcher turned pale.

"So what do we do now?"

Wang Mingyuan remained silent for a moment.

"Record."

"Record only, explain no."

That sounds like a conservative statement.

It's even a bit unlike what the Academy of Sciences would say.

But everyone present understood that Wang Mingyuan wasn't afraid.

He simply knew that food should be eaten one bite at a time.

Humans are not yet qualified to immediately put the blood of their enemies on the experimental table.

Old Li frowned as he looked at the dark golden afterglow on the screen:

"What if that thing falls in?"

Not for now.

The orbital team responded immediately.

"What we've observed so far is just a psionic echo, not the actual trajectory of the falling object. The real debris is still in the outer solar system, far from the inner solar system."

He paused.

"But its scent travels very quickly."

Wang Mingyuan looked up.

"What do you mean?"

"The void reaction has increased on the other side of the moon's far side, near the rift."

The control room fell silent again.

This statement is more realistic, and also more troublesome, than "the fall of divine blood."

For the past century, the place where the Void invasion has been truly suppressed has always been the Moon.

The crescent moon, the Guanghan Base, the Great Sun Spirit-Attracting Array, and Lunar Orbit Station 1—this is humanity's most advanced deep-space defense line to date.

Wang Mingyuan rubbed his temples.

"Notify Guanghan Base."

"The crevice on the far side of the moon has been upgraded to a higher alert level."

"Don't take the initiative."

"Do not expand the battle lines."

"Stay calm and collected."

After he finished speaking, he added:

"Synchronize these with Kunlun Tiangong."

……

Moon.

The lights at the Guanghan base stayed on all night.

There is no true night here, but that's what the people in the lunar rotation combat camp are used to saying.

Inside the main control room, Zhou Lan stared at the newly received top-level alert document, his brow furrowed.

The file is very short.

There was no rousing mobilization, nor any superfluous explanation.

There are only three commands.

The crack on the far side of the moon is encrypted and sealed off.

Lunar Orbit Station 1 resumes silent observation.

All field teams withdrew to the second defensive perimeter.

After Zhou Lan finished reading, she looked up and asked:

"Has the seventh repair team returned yet?"

The adjutant immediately replied:

"Two more are needed."

"Location?"

"Outside the third crack on the far side of the moon, at the edge of the acid rain residue zone."

Zhou Lan's face darkened.

"Tell them to drop the equipment and come back immediately."

The adjutant whispered:

"They said the monitor had just detected an abnormal pulse and they wanted to bring the data back."

Zhou Lan glanced at him.

"Tell them that data can be resumed after a breakpoint, but if a person's data is lost, they can only be sent to the underworld."

Without further hesitation, the adjutant immediately turned and relayed the order.

Soon, a series of noisy electrical sounds came from the communication channel.

"Commander Zhou, the equipment is too heavy, and the teleportation array signal is unstable. We..."

"We don't need the equipment anymore."

Zhou Lan said coldly.

"The person is back."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communication.

Then someone laughed.

"clear."

On the screen, two dots representing life signals began to slowly retreat.

Zhou Lan did not look away.

She only loosened her grip slightly when the two points of light entered the second defensive circle.

But it only loosened up for a moment.

The monitoring curve for the cracks on the far side of the moon jumped up another notch.

That crack had been dormant for a long time.

It's not that there are no remnants of the void, but rather that they are all within a controllable range.

The lunar combat battalion has been constantly rotating troops over the years, with batches of young cultivators rising to the ranks, each one shedding blood. Humanity uses the void as a whetstone and the moon as a true frontline school.

But now, the thing in the crack seems to have smelled something.

They are restless.

Zhou Lan looked out the porthole.

In the distance, the greyish-white lunar soil stretched towards the end of darkness.

Several array towers stood there silently, while the secondary array rings of the Great Sun Spirit-Attracting Array slowly rotated, casting a pale golden halo.

It looks very quiet here.

It was so quiet it was as if nothing would happen.

But Zhou Lan knew that this was often how wars began.

First, several sets of data were abnormal.

Then several field teams lost contact.

Then, something incomprehensible will crawl out of the crack.

"The personnel in the rotation battalion were awakened from hibernation ahead of schedule."

Zhou Lan gave the order.

The adjutant hesitated for a moment.

"They've only been retired for less than a day."

"I know."

Zhou Lan did not turn around.

"Let them wake up first, don't put them on the field right away."

She paused for a moment.

"But if the crack really opens, they can't just wait to die in their hibernation pods."

The adjutant bowed his head.

"Yes."

……

Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

Outside the hall, the sea of ​​clouds surged, but inside the hall, all was quiet.

Gu Qing sat at the far end of the high platform.

His right hand rested on the armrest, the wound on his hand not yet healed.

Blood dripped from between his fingers, not falling to the ground, but turning into dark red mist in mid-air, which was gradually absorbed by the array patterns in the hall.

Those are the embers of the karmic fire of humanity.

That sword strike just now was both swift and devastating.

Gu Qing was very clear about what she had sacrificed.

The system's century-old information was drained to stabilize the tampered physical constants.

The secondary Heavenly Dao Network was forcibly mobilized, bearing the emotional torrent of billions of mortals.

Countless chaotic voices were still churning within his soul.

Someone is cursing.

Someone is crying.

Someone is praying.

Some people huddled in the shelter with their children in their arms, repeatedly chanting "Don't die."

The system has consistently referred to these sounds as impurities.

Gu Qing used to be too lazy to refute.

Because, in terms of efficiency, they are indeed not clean enough.

Not stable enough.

Not suitable as divine fuel.

But just now, it was these very things that injured that eye.

Gu Qing lowered his eyes and looked into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

There was complete silence there.

The system panel was so dim it was almost invisible, like a burnt-out old screen, shrunken in the deepest part of his soul.

No mission.

But Gu Qing knew it was still there.

It's just that it's too weak right now and doesn't have the right to speak.

Below the main hall of the Heavenly Palace, several light screens lit up in succession.

A report from Kyoto.

The Guanghan base is on high alert.

An unusual curve of the crack on the far side of the moon.

Loss statistics of Jiuding Network.

The backflow cracks in the idol network.

Gu Qing read very slowly.

He did not immediately order a counterattack after damaging the Eye of the Abyss.

That's not his style.

The ability to wound an opponent with a single sword strike does not mean that humanity is now qualified to wage war head-on.

On the contrary, after this sword strike, Earth became even more dangerous.

Next time, it won't reach out as casually as it did before.

Below the main hall, a Kunlun cultivator whispered:

"Lord Dao, the Academy of Sciences inquires whether we may continue observing the high-dimensional remnants?"

Gu Qing said calmly:

"Observation permitted."

"Parsing is disabled".

The monk lowered his head.

"Yes."

Gu Qing continued:

"Stop all active simulations."

"Don't let anything that can think for itself get close to it."

The expressions of the several cultivators in the hall changed slightly.

This command sounds very strange.

But no one questioned it.

Gu Qing then looked at the curve of the crack on the far side of the moon.

"Don't move around on the moon."

"The cracks are agitated because they smelled the blood from that eye."

"The more this is the case, the less we should extend our defenses."

An old monk hesitated and said:

"What if they break out?"

Gu Qing said calmly:

"The Guanghan Base has been guarded for a century; it's not just for show."

When these words reached the moon, Zhou Lan remained silent for a long time.

Then she nodded slightly in the direction of Kunlun.

"Guanghan Base understands."

……

Hell.

The surface of the Yellow Springs water rippled slightly.

Inside the Hall of the Demon King, Zhao Feng stood before the Mirror of Karma, looking at the crack on the back of the moon reflected in the mirror.

He did not receive orders to send troops.

I only received four words.

Awaiting orders in the underworld.

Zhao Feng looked at it for a long time before slowly saying:

"Summon three thousand ghost soldiers."

The underworld messenger behind him was startled.

"Lord, the Dao Lord has not ordered us to send troops."

"I know."

Zhao Feng turned around, his black armor gleaming darkly in the cold, ghostly light.

"So it's just a troop mobilization."

"Choose those that have died more than once, those with unwavering obsession, and avoid new souls."

The underworld official immediately bowed his head.

"Yes."

Outside the Hall of the Underworld, countless Yin soldiers opened their eyes in the black mist.

They made no noise, nor did they ask where they were going.

A hundred years ago, they came from the underworld to the human world.

A century later, the underworld is no longer just a place for the souls of the dead.

It was also the last army in Gu Qing's hands that did not belong to the living.

Zhao Feng looked up at the moon on the Mirror of Evil.

He knew that this time it might not be their turn.

But he also knew that when the living cannot touch certain things, the dead should prepare to depart.

……

In the main control room in Kyoto, Wang Mingyuan finally received a reply from Kunlun Tiangong.

There are only two lines.

[Observation permitted.]

[Parsing is disabled.]

He stared at the two lines of text for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

Old Li frowned.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at us for still being alive."

Wang Mingyuan sat back in his chair, looking as if he had suddenly aged several years.

"I used to think that as long as there was enough data, I could figure everything out."

"I only realize now that for some things, the first step isn't calculation."

"Don't rush to die."

Old Li didn't say anything.

He looked at the big screen.

The curve of the crack on the far side of the moon is still rising.

The Nine Provinces Barrier is still under repair.

Guanghan Base is on high alert.

The dark golden afterglow at the edge of the Oort cloud still hangs far away in the depths of the starry sea, and has not truly fallen into the interior of the solar system.

Everything is still in time.

But everyone knows that having enough time doesn't mean being safe.

The Eye of the Abyss has retreated.

But the wound it left behind is like a lamp.

A lamp hanging outside the solar system.

……

Inside the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, Gu Qing slowly rose to his feet.

He walked to the front of the hall and looked out over the sea of ​​clouds.

He could sense it.

I could feel the emptiness left after that eye disappeared.

I could feel the growing restlessness in the darkness emanating from the cracks on the far side of the moon.

He also sensed a subtle fluctuation deep within his consciousness, beneath that dim panel.

The system remained silent.

But Gu Qing knew it was about to lose its temper.

Because the blood flowing from that eye was useful to him.

It is also useful for the system.

The origin of higher dimensions.

Fragments of rules.

Things outside the door.

"What's the rush?"

No one answered.

It was as if he was speaking to that thing pretending to be dead deep within his consciousness.

He turned around and walked back into the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

……