I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Deep within the Guanghan base, rows of hibernation pods remain open.

The cold white mist slowly descended along the edge of the cabin, like a thin layer of frost clinging to the ground.

The cultivators of the Lunar War Camp were all awakened in advance, donned their armor, and awaited orders. Some leaned against the wall, polishing their swords; some sat beside the array platform, closing their eyes to regulate their breathing; and some stared at the gray-white lunar soil outside the porthole, their eyes empty as if they had not yet fully awakened from hibernation.

The monitoring curve on the other side of the crevice on the far side of the moon has been running along the warning line for three whole days.

No.

It won't go down.

It's like someone has their hand on the doorknob behind a door, but they haven't turned it yet.

Zhou Lan also did not leave the command center for three days.

The adjutant tried to persuade her once, but she shut him down with a single sentence.

"If the cracks aren't asleep, what am I supposed to sleep for?"

These weren't harsh words, but the adjutant didn't try to persuade him further.

On the large screen in the center of the command module, the far side of the moon was divided into twenty-seven sections, each monitored by an independent array.

The signal in Zone 7 is the most unstable.

That place used to be one of the worst areas for acid rain pollution. The patterns were corroded and re-engraved three times, and there are still slight deviations to this day.

Zhou Lan looked at the Seventh District, her brows still furrowed.

Why is the echo of the ley lines in District Seven lagging behind?

The cultivator in charge of monitoring the formation immediately lowered his head to check.

After a moment, his voice lowered.

"It's not a pattern malfunction."

"The void pulses coming back from the other side of the rift have slowed down."

Zhou Lan looked up.

"Slowed down?"

"right."

The cultivator paused for a moment.

"Like they're waiting for something."

There was a moment of silence in the command center.

Void monsters rarely wait.

They either remain silent or burst forth to tear everything apart. But now, the thing in the crack seems to be suppressed by some higher will, only breathing slowly behind the door.

Zhou Lan stared at the curve for a long time.

"Keep taking notes."

"Don't send anyone over there."

"Kyoto needs the data, so send them the existing data."

The adjutant nodded.

"Yes."

He hadn't even taken two steps after turning around when a new notification suddenly popped up on the screen.

[An unknown frequency echo was detected in region 7 of the crevice on the far side of the moon.]

Zhou Lan immediately raised her hand.

"Cut it out."

Zoom in on the image.

Against a black background, a thin silver line undulates slowly at a very low frequency, like a breath coming from behind a thick wall.

A technician stared at it for a few seconds, then his expression changed.

"Commander Zhou, this frequency band partially overlaps with the reverberation from the edge of the Oort cloud three days ago."

Zhou Lan tapped her finger lightly on the table.

She didn't speak immediately.

After Gu Qing slashed the Eye of the Abyss with his sword, the residual aura from the outer solar system is gradually seeping into the inner solar system.

And what was in the crack on the far side of the moon had obviously noticed it as well.

"Synchronized with Kyoto".

Zhou Lan said.

"Highlighted in red".

……

In the Kyoto control room, Wang Mingyuan received the data, glanced at it, and then took off his glasses.

The table was piled high with papers.

In the past few days, the most common items in the control room are not holographic simulations or the calculation screen of Luoshu-1, but pens, paper, and sealed boxes.

All data regarding the dark golden afterglow at the edge of the Oort cloud has been stopped from intelligent analysis and is now only manually recorded.

No one laughed at this method anymore for being outdated.

Because Luoshu-1 has not yet been fully restored.

Old Li stood to the side and asked:

What's going on on the other side of the moon?

Wang Mingyuan handed him the waveform.

"The thing in the crack smells."

Old Li glanced at it.

"The blood from that eye?"

"Not the blood itself."

Wang Mingyuan rubbed his temples.

"It's aura."

Old Li frowned.

"So far away?"

"So it's troublesome."

Wang Mingyuan closed the report.

"That eye is still outside the solar system, but the cracks on the far side of the moon are already showing signs of activity."

"This shows that the connection between them is deeper than we thought."

Old Li remained silent for a while.

"Will it rush out?"

"have no idea."

Wang Mingyuan looked up at the live feed in the direction of the moon.

"But they've already woken up."

He paused.

"The legend of Kunlun Heavenly Palace"

……

In the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, the sea of ​​clouds is calm.

Gu Qing sat on the high platform, the wound on the web of his right hand still not healed.

A thin, grayish-white residue remained at the edge of the wound, embedded in the flesh like a fine thread.

That's what was left after the chains of higher dimensions were broken.

Ordinary spiritual energy will dissipate on its own as soon as it gets close.

Gu Qing did not deal with it.

Some wounds are better left untreated than erased.

The faith transmitted back from the human world is still very chaotic.

Some people were kowtowing before the statue of a god, some were cursing the heavens in the hospital, some were rushing to repair an overloaded array pattern stamping machine in the factory, and there was also the low breathing of a lunar cultivator.

These sounds mingled together, creating a noise devoid of any semblance of holiness.

The system used to dislike this kind of thing the most.

It will eliminate noise and leave only pure faith.

But just three days ago, it was these very noises that Gu Qing turned into a sword.

Deep within his consciousness, the panel that had been silent for several days suddenly lit up.

It's very light.

Like an old screen that's almost out of power.

[Host's soul damage detected.]

Gu Qing did not open her eyes.

The text continued to appear on the panel.

[An unusual reverberation was detected in the crack on the far side of the moon.]

[Current risk level: Extremely high.]

Gu Qing finally looked up.

The system did not issue any tasks or mention any rewards.

It simply lists the cases.

Like a loyal tool, it resumes its duties as soon as it recovers from shutdown.

Soon, new handwriting appeared.

Should we activate the emergency response plan?

Gu Qingdao:

"explain."

[Solution: Supreme Divine Access.]

[Effect: Temporarily increases the host's dimensional carrying capacity.]

[Effect: Suppresses the backlash from karmic fire.]

[Effect: Gained preliminary access to analyze high-dimensional residues.]

Gu Qing looked at the four words "Supreme Divinity" without any emotion in his eyes.

"cost."

The panel flickered.

[Some emotional distractions need to be temporarily blocked.]

"Which ones?"

【fear.】

【anger.】

Compassion.

[A lingering affection.]

【hesitate.】

Gu Qing did not speak.

As he looked at those words, he suddenly remembered the sword strike from three days ago.

There are fathers holding their children tightly in shelters, old workers cursing with blood on their hands in factories, sword cultivators gritting their teeth and refusing to retreat in lunar trenches, and countless ordinary people trembling under the air raid sirens, with that little bit of unwillingness to accept their fate in their hearts.

The system refers to these as interference.

But that sword strike contained every single one of them.

The panel remained silently suspended deep within his mind, without any prompting.

It appears honest.

There were no orders, no threats, only what seemed to be the safest path laid out before Gu Qing.

Gu Qing suddenly smiled.

It's very light.

He neither exposed it nor refused.

He simply said:

"wait."

The panel flickered slightly.

Waiting will increase the losses to the lunar defenses.

Gu Qing raised her eyes and looked towards the moon.

"Then let's see if the moon can be damaged less."

The system is silent.

Inside the main hall, the soul lamps swayed one by one.

Those lights are not pure.

Some were dark red, some were dim yellow, and some even had a grayish tinge.

They come from the human world.

From the moon.

From all those who are still alive.

Gu Qing didn't look at the system again.

"Send the order to Guanghan Base."

His Highness, the monk, immediately stepped forward.

"Discharge of the forward towers in the seventh district."

"The second line of defense has come into contact with the enemy."

"Don't take anything from the crack."

"Repelling the first wave is enough."

The monk bowed his head.

"Yes."

……

The seventh region on the far side of the moon.

The last forward tower went out.

The grayish-white lunar soil fell into a deathly silence.

The second line of defense in the distance lit up silently, its array patterns pressed low, like a layer of cold light hidden under the dust.

A few breaths later, a very low vibration came from the crack.

There was no roaring.

There is no Kuroshio Current.

Only a pale hand emerged from the edge of the crack.

That hand was very thin, like a human hand.

But it has seven fingers, with the knuckles bent backwards, and a closed eye in the palm of its hand.

Zhou Lan stared at the screen and slowly tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"They're here."

The next moment, that hand supported the lunar soil.

A slender shadow crawled halfway out of the crack.

It did not immediately rush to the position.

Instead, it looked up and glanced in the direction of Earth.

Inside the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, Gu Qing was also looking at it.

Deep within his consciousness, the system panel lit up once more.

High-risk contaminants detected.

[Should we access the highest divinity?]

Gu Qing did not answer.

He simply said:

"Let them fight first."