I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The so-called confirmed coordinates are merely a rough description that humans can provide.

The crack is on the far side of the moon.

The Earth lies behind the crack.

That thing never needs to search for the location of a blue planet on a star map like mortals.

As Gu Qing looked at the burnt-out eye-shaped ash mark in the seventh region of the moon's far side, the coldness in his eyes gradually deepened.

What they were really confirming was whether this crack could withstand something of a higher level passing through.

For the past century, the cracks on the far side of the moon have been crawling out mostly pollutants, parasites, and the remains of creatures twisted by the void.

No matter how terrible those things are, they are still "things".

It can be blasted apart by the Spirit Slaying Cannon.

It can be pierced by a swordsman.

It can be sealed outside the lunar soil by the formation.

But three days ago, after the Eye of the Abyss at the edge of the Ort Cloud was damaged, the situation changed.

Gu Qing's sword cleaved open more than just the eyes.

There is also a pathway through which higher-dimensional rules seep into the solar system.

I smelled that scent through the crack on the far side of the moon.

It's like a mouth that's been asleep for a hundred years, finally finding the rhythm of breathing that resonates with the distant eye.

A pale half-body is not a vanguard.

It is a probe.

The eye in the palm is not for killing.

It is for measurement.

To measure the current strength of human formations, to measure the reaction speed of the lunar defense line, and to measure how much "realistic anchoring" the flesh and blood that survived being pierced by Chen Xu's sword could provide to the thing behind the door.

Those thin, ashen lines on the severed arm don't record where Earth is.

It records how much more cracks can be pried open in this universe.

……

Guanghan Base, District Seven.

Less than ten breaths after the ceasefire, the first tremor came from the depths of the lunar soil.

The vibration was very slight.

It was so light that ordinary cultivators couldn't even sense it.

The black rangefinder cable, which could be pinned in front of the second line of defense, taut for a moment.

Zhou Lan stood in front of the command platform, her eyes suddenly darkening.

Those rangefinders are not psionic artifacts; they are not connected to the array tower and do not participate in any automatic calculations. They are simply physical ropes reinforced with protective runes, one end anchored to the position and the other end embedded in the lunar soil.

They don't lie.

The rope is taut, indicating that the space in front of Zone Seven has been stretched.

It's not about shortening.

It's not folded either.

Something is pushing the entire lunar surface outward from the other side of the crack.

The second shock came quickly.

This time, in the medical pod behind the defense line, Chen Xu suddenly opened his eyes.

The wound at the severed shoulder, sealed shut by the sealant, seemed to be torn open again by an unseen hand. No blood flowed out, but fine, deathly gray lines rose from deep within the flesh, forming a faint eye-like pattern along the edge of the wound.

The healer's expression changed drastically, and he immediately activated the Soul-Suppressing Array.

The silver-white needles pierced Chen Xu's brow.

Chen Xu's temples were bulging with veins, and his right hand gripped the cabin wall tightly, but he didn't utter a sound.

He saw those thin, ashen threads trembling gently on his shoulder.

They resembled a small clump of iron filings attracted by a magnet, all pointing towards the crack on the far side of the moon.

Chen Xu's face gradually paled.

The moment his sword pierced the palm of his eye, he himself was also remembered by the other party.

When the third shockwave landed, a layer of frost appeared on the outer shell of all the array towers in the Guanghan Base.

Zhou Lan did not look at the alarm coming from the medical area.

She only stared at the crack.

At the end of the grayish-white lunar soil, the once silent black rift is slowly deepening.

It's like a well being dug deeper and deeper, inch by inch, towards a place that should never be connected to reality.

"The entire Seventh District shall retreat half a position."

Zhou Lan's voice was transmitted through the short-range command array.

"The Spirit Slaying Cannon must retain 30% of its energy and is not allowed to fire at full power."

The adjutant looked at her.

Zhou Lan offered no explanation.

The crack is no longer a wound, but an organ being calibrated.

The firepower was too weak to suppress what was protruding from inside.

Too much firepower might actually help it expand its capacity.

This is no longer a simple defensive position.

It's a contest of patience between a door and a person.

……

Edge of the Oort cloud.

The patch of dark golden light that had been cut open three days ago suddenly lit up.

The light was very faint.

However, this caused a brief tidal shift in the dust belt of the entire outer solar system.

The comet's nucleus, slumbering in its icy orbit, trembled silently, like a series of knocked bone beads.

The eye that had retreated into deep space did not fully open again.

But the blood it left behind began to respond to the breath of the cracks on the far side of the moon.

One end is at the edge of the solar system.

One end is on the far side of the moon.

Two seemingly unrelated high-dimensional remnants connect at the same frequency.

Earth has not been found.

It has always been here.

What was truly awakened was that regular loop that runs through the interior and exterior of the solar system.

……

In the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, one soul lamp after another went dark, only to be lit again in the dark red firelight.

The system panel hovered deep within Gu Qing's consciousness, the handwriting no longer as hurried as before, but exuding a cold certainty.

[An increase in the load-bearing capacity of the cracks on the far side of the moon has been detected.]

[A resonance was detected from high-dimensional remnants of the Oort cloud.]

[Precursors to regular projection detected.]

[It is recommended to connect to the highest level of divinity.]

Gu Qing did not respond.

At the base of his right hand, the ashen scar and the dark gold glow at the edge of the Oort cloud pulsed simultaneously.

It got cold.

It gets hot.

Like two things that do not belong to this world, they briefly intertwined within his flesh and blood.

He walked out of the main hall.

The sea of ​​clouds was pushed aside by his footsteps, and the wind and snow on the summit of Kunlun Mountain stopped silently.

This time, he was looking at the door on the back of the moon that was being forcibly upgraded.

There's something behind the door; you need to reach out.

It wasn't the pale, half-body type of hand that Zhou Lan could suppress with his Spirit-Slaying Cannon.

It's the rule.

A chain that, like it did three days ago, can directly sever physical constants and erase the "fire" and "sword".

The system provides a very simple path.

Access to the highest divinity.

Overlay the other party's projection with a higher level.

Divinity against divinity, rules against rules.

This is the simplest method.

This is also the playing style the system most wants him to choose.

Gu Qing raised his right hand and pressed it against the wound on the web of his hand.

Blood dripped through his fingers and onto the snow atop the Kunlun Mountains.

The snow was dyed a very deep red.

The red color seeped down the ice layer, into the mountain, into the earth's veins, and into the secondary Heavenly Dao network that he had quietly laid out.

In the next instant, the statues of gods all over the earth trembled simultaneously.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The forging sounds in the factory slowed down by half a beat.

The nurse in front of the hospital's emergency room looked up at the statue of a deity on the wall.

The mother holding her child in the refuge floor tightened her arms around him.

The swordsman, who had just finished his shift, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

As the psionic vehicles of the new Chang'an drove under the dome, everyone felt, in that instant, as if an invisible thread had gently tugged at their heart.

Fear was dragged out.

Anger was unleashed.

All the weariness, resentment, attachment, and will to live—all the things that were not devout enough, not pure enough, and unsuitable for being placed on a pedestal—were caught.

The system used to call them redundancy.

Gu Qing kept them until today.

……

Inside the medical cabin on the far side of the moon, Chen Xu looked at the still trembling, ashen lines on his shoulder.

The Soul-Suppressing Array has been pushed to its limit.

He was in so much pain that his vision went black, but then he suddenly smiled.

The laughter aggravated his wounds, almost causing him to faint.

The healer pressed down on his right shoulder, signaling him not to move.

Chen Xu stared at the top of the cabin, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Can be killed."

These two words were not transmitted into the communication channel.

However, it was taken away by the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network.

Like a red-hot iron nail, driven into that increasingly turbulent dark red torrent.

……

When the first dark red outline appeared behind the Earth, the entire observation array of Lunar Orbit 1 station was overexposed.

That is not a Dharma form in the conventional sense.

It's too complicated.

It's so complex that it seems to have incorporated all of humanity's pain, anger, fear, and resentment into a single, towering body.

Its chest contains the fires of a factory furnace.

There are hospital white lights.

There was the smoke of battle.

There was grayish-white dust on the far side of the moon.

There is still a lingering pain from where Chen Xu's shoulder was broken.

There are also countless ordinary people who, when facing the starry sky, stubbornly refuse to kneel down, even though they know they are insignificant.

The Dharma image rises from behind the earth.

The head passed through the near-Earth orbit.

He spread out the outer light curtain of the Nine Provinces Barrier with his shoulders.

The moment it appeared, the psionic tides of the entire inner solar system were forced outward.

The moon appeared to be briefly shrouded in a dark red shadow.

Inside the second line of defense of the Guanghan Base, countless cultivators looked up and saw a colossal shadow, immeasurable in scale, appear in the direction of Earth.

Zhou Lan stood in front of the command platform and finally loosened her grip on the edge of the table.

That image of the deity did not come to prove to them that the gods are omnipotent.

They are inside.

There were sword cultivators who were seriously injured and unconscious, the logistics team whose flesh and blood were cut away by the folded space, and the fear that everyone was suppressing in their throats.

These things were not erased.

They were wielded as power.

The crack on the far side of the moon trembled violently at that moment.

From the depths of darkness, a deathly gray chain of rules slowly emerged.

It didn't fly in from afar.

It emerged from that pre-existing crack, like something behind the door finally slipping its hand through the crack.

Wherever the chains passed, the "hardness" of the lunar soil began to blur, the light condensed at the muzzle of the Spirit-Slaying Cannon lost its heat, and the sharpness of the longsword in the sword cultivator's hand was worn down inch by inch.

The suffocating rule-changing that happened three days ago has returned.

This time, however, it has a more stable channel.

They also have clearer goals.

It will completely nail open the crack on the far side of the moon.

This allows the high-dimensional projection behind the door to be able to fit more than just a finger.

Gu Qing stood atop Kunlun Mountain, his fingers pointing like a sword.

The right hand of the dark red Dharma image was raised simultaneously.

Countless human emotions collapsed in its palm, pressing down into an extremely heavy sharpness.

A massive, dark red sword spanning the orbits of the Earth and the Moon slowly took shape in the Dharma Image's palm.

There were no immortal patterns or divine runes on the sword.

Only densely packed human figures and the lingering echoes of nameless people rose and fell in the firelight.

Gu Qing stood at the heart of the Buddha image.

He raised his hand.

Faxiang also raised his hand.

The giant hand, composed of countless human figures, grasped the dark red sword of humanity.

Gu Qing stared at the chain that had fallen from the higher dimension.

They grasped those chaotic human fires.

Then he swung his sword.

"cut."

A dark red greatsword rose from Kunlun.

It crossed the low Earth orbit.

Crossing the moon.

Crossing the void.

Heading towards that deathly gray, high-dimensional chain.

Within the solar system, all observation arrays simultaneously recorded a tide that should not exist.

It's not gravitational tides.

People's hearts burn like fire.