I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

There was no sound in space, but when the dark red giant sword, formed from the emotions of billions of living beings, collided with the deathly gray chain that emerged from the crack on the far side of the moon, everyone in the entire Guanghan Base heard a terrifying, teeth-grinding friction sound deep in their minds.

That wasn't a clash of metals, but rather a clash between two fundamentally different underlying logics.

Zhou Lan stood in the main control cabin of the Guanghan base, staring intently out the porthole.

The massive rift on the far side of the moon, stretching for centuries, had always been like an unhealable ulcer, only allowing low-level void contaminants to crawl across like maggots. But now, a deathly gray chain extended from the deepest part of the rift, gripping its edge tightly.

The eye that was injured at the edge of the Oort cloud is trying to use this chain containing rules to forcibly open, fix, and expand the "door crack" that could only accommodate low-dimensional monsters.

As the chains completely sealed the edge of the crack, an even more serious alteration of the rules erupted.

Inside the main control cabin, a metal coffee cup beside Zhou Lan suddenly levitated and then, in an extremely incongruous manner, slid "up" along the vertical wall. The direction of gravity was brutally erased in this area.

"Third line of defense reporting! The array patterns on the Spirit Slaying Cannon are losing temperature!" came the anxious roar of the front-line commander over the communication channel.

This was not a simple shutdown. Zhou Lan could clearly see through the holographic screen that the heavy cannon barrels, which should have been dark red from operating under high load, were covered with a thick layer of white frost.

The fusion reaction inside the cannon continued, but the physical constant of "heat release" was altered. The destructive energy turned into a meaningless blob of light, which floated lightly onto the shell of the void monster.

At the front of the defensive line, several sword cultivators who were charging at the forefront suddenly swung down their longswords.

The flying sword, which used to cut through iron like mud, made a dull thud when it struck the lowest-ranking Void Beast, like a wooden stick striking leather. The concept of "sharpness" of the sword's edge was stripped away, and in the moment of the veteran's stunned silence, he was directly sent flying by the Void Beast's bone spikes.

Meanwhile, in space, the clash between the dark red "Sword of Humanity" and the ashen chains reached an extremely dangerous stalemate.

On the deathly gray chains, ripples of gray light began to spread. Like antivirus software forcibly formatting a hard drive, it spread backward along the sword towards the massive dark red dharma image on Earth.

Since this sword is made up of human emotions and obsessions, then it erases the meaning of those emotions.

……

Earth, the heavy industrial zone of New Chang'an City.

Sparks flew as sparks flew beneath the massive dome. An old worker, his face smeared with grease, wielded a sledgehammer, smashing it down on a newly forged spare cannon barrel.

Gray ripples silently swept across his mind along the secondary Heavenly Dao network.

The old worker suddenly stopped what he was doing. The sledgehammer hung in mid-air, and a look of confusion flashed in his cloudy eyes.

The roar of machinery seemed to fade into the distance. He looked at the red-hot cannon barrel and suddenly felt an extreme weariness and emptiness.

What's the point of repairing this thing? We've been fighting for a hundred years, people have died one after another, and those monsters in the sky are endless. Even if it's repaired, how many more days can it live? It's meaningless, everything is meaningless.

The sledgehammer slowly slipped from his hand.

At the same time, in the field hospital on the East China Sea defense line.

A nurse, her hands covered in blood, was pressing on a wounded man's contaminated, severed leg, preparing to ligate a vein. A gray light swept across, and her fingers paused.

Looking at the young soldier in front of her, who was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, she felt no pity or anxiety as she usually did, only a stagnant indifference.

What's the point of saving him? He'll still be carried back tomorrow with broken limbs, or maybe even turned into a pile of minced meat. It's better to end it like this, so everyone can relax.

Deep underground in the shelter, a young mother held her baby, who was crying because of the air raid siren. She had been gently patting the child's back, but now she stopped.

She stared blankly at her child's flushed face, finding the crying somewhat noisy, and even thought that if she could just sleep peacefully and die in this dark and gloomy basement, it would actually be a kind of relief.

The deathly gray chains of rules are precisely eradicating the "humanity" that humanity is so proud of.

Fear, anger, attachment, resentment... these emotions are judged as worthless redundant data in the face of the absolutely rational high-dimensional rules, and are being formatted in large quantities.

At the summit of Kunlun, Gu Qing's right hand, with its fingers like a sword, began to tremble slightly.

The enormous, dark red Dharma image was visibly turning grayish-white and transparent. The countless lingering human figures on the blade of the Sword of Humanity were dissipating one by one.

……

The cold, desolate base on the far side of the moon, the intensive care unit.

The soul-suppressing array here has completely failed. Chen Xu lay on the metal bunk bed, and in the wound on his right shoulder where the void monster had torn him, the deathly gray threads, no longer suppressed by the array, were writhing and multiplying wildly in his flesh.

The healer was sweating profusely, desperately trying to channel his true energy into the man's body, but it was all in vain.

Chen Xu looked at the pale white light on the cabin ceiling.

That ashen indifference that swept across all of humanity also descended upon his mind.

Strangely, he no longer felt any pain.

The excruciating, soul-tearing sensation in his right shoulder, which used to drive him mad, was rapidly disappearing. Not only the pain, but he also found that he had lost even his anger and resentment.

He recalled his brothers who had died in battle, and the humiliation of being deflected by a blunted flying sword on the defensive line, yet his heart remained completely unmoved.

"Is this what it feels like to be smoothed out...?"

Chen Xu murmured to himself. This feels so good. No longer burdened by the fate of his nation, no longer enduring the excruciating pain of his mortal body, he could simply close his eyes and merge into that deathly gray state of reason, finding eternal peace.

On his heart rate monitor, the previously volatile curve began to flatten, becoming increasingly flat, and gradually sliding towards a straight line.

The healer stopped what he was doing, and his eyes began to glaze over, as if he was preparing to accept this irreversible outcome.

But just as my heartbeat was about to completely stop, I realized...

Suddenly, a cluster of sparks, as sharp as needles, ignited in Chen Xu's almost unfocused pupils.

"Hold……"

A very faint, yet extremely hoarse curse was forced out from deep within his throat.

He bit his tongue hard. The intense taste of blood and the stinging pain instantly shattered the deathly gray indifference that enveloped his brain.

Why doesn't it hurt?

All my brothers died on that defensive line, and my shoulder was gnawed off by monsters. Why should I think it doesn't matter?!

Pointless?

Even if I'm a dull knife, even if I can only bite with my teeth, I'll still tear a piece of flesh from you. That's the point!

Chen Xu clenched his teeth so hard that blood seeped from his gums. He gripped the metal edge of the medical bed tightly with his only remaining left hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

In that deathly gray torrent that swept the globe, he was like an unyielding reef, defying the rule that erased all emotions, and squeezed out two words from the depths of his throat.

"Can be killed."

These two words, without being amplified by any communication device, transformed in that instant into a drop of scalding, pure, and utterly primal human karmic fire, which, along with the connection of the secondary Heavenly Dao network, crashed into the collapsing dark red torrent.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

In the new Chang'an heavy industrial zone, an old worker, about to bring his sledgehammer to the ground, suddenly shuddered.

Looking at his rough hands, he suddenly let out a beastly roar, and swung the sledgehammer hard, smashing it into the stuck array node!

"No point? The cannon I'm firing can smash your dog heads, that's the point!"

In the field hospital on the East China Sea defense line, the nurse suddenly came to her senses.

She looked at her hand, which was hanging in mid-air, and a tear of lingering fear flashed in her eyes. Then she gritted her teeth, and with lightning speed tied a knot to stop the bleeding, pouring her true energy into the wounded man's body without reservation.

"Hold on! It's not time for you to die yet!"

The mother in the basement suddenly hugged the baby tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She pressed her face against the child's warm forehead and softly but firmly hummed a lullaby.

Outside the lunar back defense line, the veteran who had been thrown into the air regained his footing in mid-air.

He looked at the dulled longsword in his hand, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the blade, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and roared as he smashed it into the skull of the Void Beast like he was wielding an iron rod!

……

The summit of Kunlun.

The dark red Dharma image that had been dimmed suddenly erupted with raging karmic fire ten times more violent than before!

Human emotions, suppressed and formatted, rebounded, erupting into a chaos and madness that even higher-dimensional rules could not comprehend.

In Gu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, a flashing notification suddenly appeared on the silent system interface:

[Warning: Humanitarian emotion variable overflow. Extremely inefficient. It is recommended that the host immediately eliminate redundant emotions, connect to the highest divinity, and use pure rules to counteract them...]

Gu Qing didn't even lift her eyelids, nor did she glance at the notification.

He simply lowered his head slightly, gazing in the direction of the moon. His deep, dark eyes reflected the indomitable fury of billions of people.

"Look, this is the redundancy you look down on."

Gu Qing spoke softly, her voice drifting through the wind and snow, "It's a kind of backbone they can never learn."

His sword fingers, which had been pressed together, no longer trembled, but instead pressed down with an absolute domineering force, like Mount Tai pressing down!

"Break!"

In space, the sword of humanity, rekindled with the flames of karma, emitted a sword cry that pierced through the universe.

The raging dark red torrent instantly tore through the gray-white ripples and slashed hard at the rule anchor point where the ashen chains held the edge of the crack!

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the entire Earth-Moon system, reverberating through the space.

The chain that tried to permanently seal the crack on the far side of the moon was severed by the unreasonable crushing force of the sword of humanity!

The chain remnants, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, had completely lost the support of higher-dimensional forces and broke off from the edge of the crack, falling heavily towards the seventh region on the far side of the moon like a dead giant python.

"Rumble..."

A half-broken, deathly gray chain crashed onto the lunar surface, stirring up clouds of dust. Dark golden, regular liquid seeped wildly from the smooth break, flowing onto the lunar soil.

A chilling scene unfolded: the originally gray and lifeless lunar soil began to crystallize wildly the moment it came into contact with the dark golden liquid, transforming into a forest of transparent crystals that shimmered with eerie light and exhibited a geometrically defying structure.

But deep within the crack.

As the chains were severed, the terrifying will that had been shrouding the edge of the solar system experienced a very noticeable pause.

It's like a hand reaching through a crack in a door trying to force it open, only to have several fingers chopped off by someone inside.

A dull, painful, and incredulous tremor came from the depths of the crack. Then, the enormous phantoms that had been trying to squeeze outwards receded like a tide.

The entity behind the door withdrew its hand. It finally realized that this place, which they regarded as a poisonous insect and prey, was not raising lambs to the slaughter, but a pack of mad wolves with extremely sharp fangs.

The gravity on the far side of the moon returned to normal instantly, the barrel of the Spirit Slayer Cannon lit up with a scorching dark light again, and the longsword in the veteran's hand rang out with a clear sword sound once more.

The rules have been restored.

Above Kunlun.

Gu Qing slowly lowered his right hand. The Human Dao Dharma Image disappeared behind the Earth, turning into specks of red light and dissipating.

He ignored the blood seeping from the backlash on his hand, standing with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, gazing intently towards the moon. The seventh district, crystallized by the dark golden liquid, was clearly visible in his perception.

The enemy reached out, but he chopped it off at home.

Half of a chain, containing high-dimensional rules and coordinate anchor points, fell into the human's yard.

Since this thing can come in from the outside, it can also... pry the door open from the inside by following its movements.