I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

As Zhao Feng finished speaking, the eternally dark, blood-red dome of the Netherworld was slowly torn apart by an irresistible force of law.

The far side of the moon, 380,000 kilometers away.

Inside the main control cabin of the Guanghan Base, the holographic radar was locked onto the ever-expanding crystallization pollution in the Seventh District. Suddenly, a piercing alarm sound broke the silence, and the black energy column representing the "extreme yin" attribute on the radar screen instantly rose to its peak, completely disregarding spatial distance.

"Commander! An unknown spatial fold has appeared above the Seventh District! The fluctuations of the laws are completely different from the void pollution. It is... it is extremely pure death energy!" The monitor's voice was strained with shock.

Zhou Lan gazed at the deep vacuum of space outside the porthole, his cold face remaining completely expressionless. He decisively ordered, "All firing positions on the second line of defense must shut down their array patterns, and lower the psionic shields to the minimum. All garrison troops must retreat fifty kilometers to make way for the Underworld."

The moment the order was given, a colossal gate, thousands of feet high, appeared out of nowhere in the vacuum above the far side of the moon.

The door frame was built from unknown white bones and black stones, and the three ancient seal characters "Gate of Hell" on the mottled plaque exuded a terrifying pressure that suppressed the yin and yang.

The heavy gates of hell slowly opened to both sides in the vacuum, and then, like a black tide, a million ghostly soldiers stepped out from behind the gates and entered the starry sky on the far side of the moon with deathly silent steps.

Inside the intensive care unit at the Guanghan base.

Chen Xu leaned against the hospital bed and, through the thickened transparent porthole, witnessed this breathtaking scene.

The far side of the moon has no air; the extreme temperature differences, deep-space radiation, and residual void pollution are enough to make it impossible for unprotected mortals to move an inch. Even cultivators must rely on armor and formations to maintain the stability of their physical body and soul.

But these restrictions are meaningless to the ghost soldiers.

They were long gone, without breath, without heartbeat, and without flesh that would have cracked from the freezing temperatures. The far side of the moon, fraught with danger for the living, was no different from the Netherworld Plain beneath the feet of these souls.

The pure death energy solidified the million-strong army into a single entity, like a black Great Wall stretching across the eerie crystal forest of the Seventh District.

"paving."

Zhao Feng, clad in a dark Yama's crown, stood before the formation, his twelve-tasseled imperial crown swaying slightly in the deathly aura. His voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, resonated clearly through the souls of every Yin soldier, reaching their very core.

"boom!"

From the depths of the Gates of Hell, a muffled, surging sound emanated. The murky, yellowish waters of the River of Oblivion poured directly into the vacuum of the moon.

This completely violates the thermodynamic laws of the three-dimensional universe. The water did not boil or vaporize in the vacuum, nor did it crystallize into ice. Instead, it was forcibly bound by the death laws of the underworld, transforming into a dark green river flowing in mid-air, which poured down onto the ever-expanding crystal forest below.

"Sizzle—"

When the Yellow Springs, representing the ultimate "destination," touches the "abnormal vitality" born from the high-dimensional dark gold blood, there is no explosion, only a violent dissolution at the level of rules.

The large, transparent crystals, upon contact with the waters of the River of Oblivion, lost their bizarre, geometrically defying refraction, turning gray and dull, and ultimately transforming into ordinary sand and gravel.

"Plant the flag and demarcate the boundary," Zhao Feng issued another brief military order.

One hundred thousand vanguard ghost soldiers plunged their long spears heavily into the lunar soil and pulled out the tattered Yellow Springs Banner from their backs.

The flagpole was buried in the ground, and the flag, which would never have been able to flutter in a vacuum, began to flutter loudly in the clash of invisible laws. The Yellow Springs Flags lined up in a row, forming a gray-black barrier of death, forcefully locking the pollution of the Seventh District within a radius of a hundred miles.

However, that broken chain from a higher dimension clearly possesses some kind of instinctive backlash mechanism.

Seemingly sensing the intrusion, the dark golden liquid at the cut of the broken chain suddenly boiled.

Below, in the crystalline forest not yet covered by the Yellow Springs water, the transparent branches suddenly cracked open, revealing thousands of dark red eye patterns.

These eye patterns had no physical form, but were purely conceptual projections. They simultaneously rotated their pupils, staring intently at the ghostly soldiers above.

An invisible, high-dimensional pollution erupted suddenly along the line of sight. This pollution was not aimed at the physical body, but at consciousness and the soul.

"Well……"

The hundreds of ghostly soldiers standing at the front row suddenly froze. The eerie green soul flames burning in their eye sockets seemed to be pulled by some terrifying gravitational force, instantly stretched into extremely thin threads, with a faint tendency to detach from their souls and be forcibly assimilated.

Although the ghost soldiers are dead, they still retain their obsessions. As long as they have consciousness, they are susceptible to being distorted by the rules of higher dimensions.

As Zhao Feng observed the fluctuations in the front-row formation, the Empress Dowager's eyes narrowed slightly.

He then calmly raised his right hand and lifted the Yin Emperor Seal, which was radiating a thick black light.

"The souls whose names have been removed from the Book of Life and Death are not to be touched by you outsiders."

Zhao Feng flipped his wrist and slammed the Yin Si Emperor Seal down onto the void below.

"town."

"Buzz—"

A visible black wave of law, centered on the Imperial Seal, instantly swept across the entire Seventh District. This seal represents the complete "Six Paths of Reincarnation" authority within the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network, the ultimate right to interpret death granted by Earth's civilization.

Under the suppression of this anchoring force, the conceptual pollution released by those eye wrinkles was as if it had hit an iron wall and was forcibly cut off.

The soul flames of the front-line Yin soldiers, which had been pulled away, instantly recoiled and stabilized back in their eye sockets. Without any hesitation, they swung their specially made iron hammers and smashed thick soul-suppressing nails into the crystallized earth, completely pinning down the formation.

The Yellow Springs region has been completed.

The dead land, which the living could not set foot in, was trampled flat by millions of dead souls.

……

Earth, Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

Gu Qing stood quietly in the wind and snow, his gaze piercing through the void, looking at the black barrier that had stabilized on the back of the moon.

Within its sea of ​​consciousness, the system once again attempted to probe out a faint fluctuation, seemingly wanting to perform energy analysis on the high-dimensional remnant, but it was mercilessly crushed by Gu Qing's divine sense, and obediently retreated back into the darkness.

Gu Qing did not interfere with or praise Zhao Feng's actions, but simply nodded slightly.

Now that the platform has been set up, it's time to see what the Chinese Academy of Sciences has to do.

Meanwhile, in the Kyoto joint control room.

Wang Mingyuan and many other researchers were staring intently at the large screen.

Through the filtration of the Underworld, the high-dimensional pollution that was originally extremely dangerous and capable of crashing supercomputers was stripped of its activity. Under the wash of the River of Oblivion, the internal structure of the severed chain, like a negative soaked in developing solution, finally revealed its true outline on various detection instruments.

"We see! The optical inversion has successfully established a preliminary model!"

A researcher, his voice trembling with excitement, quickly pushed the data to the central sand table.

On the holographic sand table, inside the broken chain, countless and extremely complex light paths lit up. These light paths did not point to any physical planet, but rather intertwined and refracted above the far side of the moon, eventually converging into a "regular path" emitting a faint glow.

It's like an undercurrent guiding your way in the deep sea; by following it, you can go upstream and find the enemy's lair.

Wang Mingyuan strode to the sand table, his fingers flying across the control panel as he compared the direction of the light path with the star map of the solar system.

The red guide line crossed the asteroid belt, passed Mars, and finally came to rest firmly on the edge of a massive gas giant.

"Jupiter's orbit."

Wang Mingyuan took a deep breath, raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes revealed absolute calmness.

"The underlying logic of this broken chain suggests that if higher-dimensional forces want to completely pry open a door on the moon, they must have a sufficiently large energy transition point as a base. Their chosen anchor point is Jupiter."

Wang Mingyuan pressed the direct communication button with the Guanghan base.

"Commander Zhou, the location of the springboard for the reverse path has been confirmed. It's not on the moon, but inside our solar system."

On the far side of the moon, Zhou Lan listened to the report on the communicator, his gaze growing increasingly cold and sharp.

For higher-dimensional beings to descend, they ultimately need the material foundation of a three-dimensional universe. They've set up their springboard on Jupiter, clearly intending to gather their main forces there and force open the door to the moon in one fell swoop.

Now that the path has been found, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Zhou Lan turned around and looked at all the officers in the main control room, her cold voice as sharp as a blade:

"Synchronize the coordinates with the Supreme Command of the Interstellar Immortal Cultivation Fleet."

"Order the first and second main fleets to end their rest and immediately weigh anchor. Target: Jupiter's orbit."