I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The piercing anchor-pulling alarm sounded simultaneously across Earth's near-Earth dock, the Guanghan base spaceport, and the temporary anchorage zone in Mars orbit.

The first, second, and third main fleets were all deployed.

This is not the sleek, streamlined starship of old-fashioned science fiction movies, but a steel behemoth crudely stitched together by humanity in this century-long void war using various cultivation techniques and heavy industry.

The Kunlun-class capital ship, which is thousands of meters long, has a keel made from a single piece of deep-sea silver and high-density lunar rock. The exterior of the ship is not painted, but has dense and deeply engraved defensive array patterns on the armor. The "Star-Slaying" sword-gun ships flying on both sides are like huge hiltless broadswords, exuding an extremely pure killing aura.

Guanghan Base Third Airport.

An old blacksmith, his face covered in black grease, was half-hanging from the edge of the engine nozzle. He swung his large iron hammer, engraved with runes, and slammed the last array nail, as thick as an adult's thigh, into the outer casing of the psionic reactor.

"Bang!"

As the spikes engaged, the shimmering, iridescent spirit patterns instantly spread along the ship's hull.

The old weapon refiner wiped the oil and sweat from his face with a filthy towel, then jumped down from the scaffolding. As he walked back, he casually opened a storage cabinet, stuffed in a box of synthetic meat rice that he had only taken a couple of bites of, and muttered, "Damn it, this food has been reheated three times already. It'll definitely spoil by the time we get back from this battle."

In the boarding passage not far away, a young sword cultivator who had just been transferred from the Earth Academy was in line. It was his first time leaving lunar orbit, and his legs were trembling slightly uncontrollably. His fingers were repeatedly stroking the bright yellow amulet hanging outside his Taoist robe on his chest.

"Smack."

A rough, large hand reached out and unceremoniously stuffed the amulet into the inner layer of his bulletproof armor.

"Old soldier..." The young swordsman paused for a moment.

"Hang it outside to ward off evil spirits?" The veteran sergeant next to him, missing an ear, glanced at him sideways, checking the psionic shock grenade at his waist as he coldly said, "If the warship's shields are blown through, and vacuum and high-dimensional radiation flood in, this piece of paper of yours will shatter faster than your life. Put it close to the flesh, at least you'll have a whole corpse."

The young swordsman swallowed hard, said nothing more, and followed the silent torrent of steel, striding into the starship's hatch.

"The warp drive is warmed up. The Spirit Vein Furnace is operating at 120% power."

"All fleet, target: Jupiter orbit."

With a series of muffled roars, thousands of interstellar cultivation warships left dazzling psionic contrails in space, instantly tearing through space and leaping into deep space.

……

Jupiter's orbit.

The moment the fleet finished its jump and left the subspace tunnel, all the crew members who were here for the first time were overwhelmed by the sight before them.

too big.

The gas giant, with its yellowish-brown stripes, resembled an endless wall, ruthlessly occupying more than half of the starry sky outside the warship's portholes. Jupiter's terrifying magnetic field, deadly high-energy radiation belts, and the turbulent psionic currents of the universe intertwined, transforming into visible auroras that constantly lashed against the starship's outer shields, creating dazzling ripples.

"All ships, maintain formation! Don't let Jupiter's gravity sway your ships!"

First Fleet Commander Wang Kang stood on the main control console of the flagship Kunlun, his gaze fixed coldly on the holographic tactical star map.

On that star map, in the vacuum surrounding Jupiter, there was no enemy fleet with any physical form.

The coordinates transmitted by Wang Mingyuan from the Earth Joint Control Room pointed to a "nothingness".

"Professor Wang, what is the progress of locking onto Luoshu-1?" Wang Kang pressed the direct communication button.

Wang Mingyuan's hoarse and anxious voice came through the communication channel: "Luoshu-1 cannot establish absolute coordinates! The rules there are severely interfering with the logic, and the calculated data is constantly fluctuating! It's a 'wrinkle' in the rules; it's invisible!"

The door to a higher dimension is like a thread hidden in the folds of clothing; its physical location cannot be found in two-dimensional computer drawings.

"If we can't find the machines, we'll find them with people." Without hesitation, Wang Kang switched directly to the fleet's command channel. "All captains and formation masters above the Nascent Soul stage, project your divine senses and manually calibrate! Use our divine senses as aiming scopes for the main guns!"

In space, inside thousands of warships, thousands of high-level cultivators sat cross-legged simultaneously. Enduring the excruciating pain of being torn apart by Jupiter's magnetic field, they projected their divine senses like radar waves into the unknown vacuum.

"Found it!"

Inside the array's central core of the Kunlun, a Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, blood streaming from his seven orifices, yet he roared excitedly, "Orientation 0-4-7, spatial curvature anomaly! The spiritual energy flow there is reversed!"

"Coordinates synchronized across the entire fleet!"

Wang Kang drew his command sword from his waist, pointing it straight at the starry sky. "Forget about weaknesses, forget about precision strikes! Since the portal to higher dimensions is hidden in the folds, then we'll use firepower to plow this space flat!"

"All ships, fire indiscriminately!"

"boom--!!!"

In the vacuum of space, sound cannot travel, but the light radiation from Jupiter's orbit illuminated the outer reaches of the entire solar system in that instant.

That wasn't just artillery fire.

That was on the "Nine Cauldrons-class" array ship, where hundreds of spirit-gathering arrays were simultaneously overloaded, spewing out pure spiritual energy beams hundreds of meters thick.

That was the hatch of the "Star-Slaying" warship wide open, and millions of flying swords controlled by the array converged into a steel galaxy that spanned the starry sky, slamming into the target with sub-light speed kinetic energy.

That was the Nine Heavens Thunder Technique engraved on the cannonball, which transformed into billions of violent purple-blue plasmas in the vacuum!

This is the ultimate violence born from the fusion of cultivation and technology. No probing, no fancy maneuvers, just a devastating, table-flipping barrage of firepower right from the start!

A violent torrent of energy crashed relentlessly into the empty "folded" area.

Space violently distorted and boiled.

Finally, after a full three minutes of terrifying firepower, that vacuum shattered like a canvas torn apart by a high-pressure water gun!

A crack emitting a faint dark golden light slowly emerged from the aftershocks of the explosion.

It's like a scar hanging in the universe, with extremely complex regular patterns flowing inside, which is the "reverse path" that was deduced earlier!

"We've hit it! We've found the door!" A brief moment of jubilation erupted on the communication channels of each ship.

"Don't stop firing! Keep suppressing them!" Wang Kang felt no joy; his intuition was screaming alarm bells.

His intuition was right.

The passage was forcibly blasted open by low-dimensional ants in such a brutal manner, and the being behind the door retaliated with the most cruel counterattack.

The rift pulsated slightly, and an invisible pollution surged out like a tide along the dark golden patterns, instantly sweeping over the dozens of unmanned vanguard ships at the forefront.

A chilling scene unfolded.

Those sturdy star-iron warships, hundreds of meters long, were "folded" in an instant.

The original three-dimensional hull was forcibly rewritten into some kind of incomprehensible geometric wreckage. The bow and stern were strangely connected in space, like a Möbius strip that could never be reached, silently suspended in the vacuum.

Immediately afterwards, the pollution bypassed the unmanned ship and struck a manned capital ship named "Breaking Waves 7".

The psionic shield was practically useless.

Inside the bridge of the Breaking Waves 7, the spatial rules collapsed instantly. The commander was horrified to find that the control panel, which was only ten steps away, seemed to be tens of thousands of kilometers away, and he could never reach it no matter how hard he ran.

The fire in the psionic reactor was still raging, but ice crystals instantly formed on the entire power compartment, forcibly stripping away the concept of the flame's "temperature".

The young swordsman who had been trembling with tension in the passageway was now gripping the control lever. He watched helplessly as his shadow, projected onto the bulkhead, turned into black crystals before his body could even react.

"Click click click..."

The crystallization spread along his shadow to his ankles, and his legs instantly turned into transparent glass, before shattering into powder amidst the slight tremors of the warship.

"Ah—!" The scream had barely begun when it was forcibly cut off by the distortion of the rules.

Jupiter's orbit instantly transformed into a veritable meat grinder. Not only was it a massacre of flesh and blood, but also a massacre of common sense and reason.

"Breaking Waves No. 7 reporting! Rules in sections three through eight have failed! Gravity is reversed, and spiritual energy is crystallizing!"

"Abyss II requests evacuation! Our main gun has turned into a piece of rubber! It has lost all sense of 'hardness'!"

The entire frequency band was filled with desperate cries for help and error messages.

"What's the panic! Switch your communication channel to a public band! Did I tell you to leave?!"

A violent roar suddenly came from the communicator.

That was the old captain of the Breaking Waves No. 7. The left half of his body had begun to crystallize strangely, but his only remaining right hand was slamming hard on the self-destruct isolation button on the captain's seat.

"Pass on my orders! Seal off compartments one through two! Physically cut off all that contaminated scrap metal behind it, along with the power furnace!"

The old captain, his mouth full of blood, his expression twisted like a vicious wolf guarding its prey, roared, "I don't care if it's high-dimensional or low-dimensional! As long as the main guns are still firing, as long as I have a breath left, keep the fuck firing!"

"Snap!"

The hull of the Breaking Waves VII broke apart in space. Most of the contaminated hull, along with the mutated crew, was mercilessly hurled into space. The remaining, one-third-sized, wrecked bow, however, thanks to the spare spirit stone array, once again blazed with the blinding light of its main guns!

boom!

A slightly dim but incredibly resolute beam of psionic energy slammed into the dark golden crack once more.

"Abyss II received! Main gun destroyed, activate suicide ramming array! All swordsmen, exit your ships and follow me to the front!"

"Kunlun received! Full fire control!"

No one mentioned retreating anymore.

Humanity has become accustomed to death over the past century. The rules of higher dimensions may distort their common sense of physics, but they cannot distort the ruthlessness inherent in the bones of these madmen.

You change my rules, I'll use my life to fill the gap left by your rule!

……

Earth, at the summit of Kunlun.

The wind and snow were like knives. Gu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the fierce battle unfolding on the other side of the starry sky.

Deep within his consciousness, the system once again displayed a scarlet warning:

[Warning: Fleet casualty rate has exceeded the red line. Higher-dimensional rule contamination is spreading exponentially. Host is advised to intervene immediately, access the highest divinity, and protect the fleet with the laws of the same origin...]

Gu Qing glanced at it coldly, and the warning instantly shattered like a bubble.

He did not make a move.

Even as he watched those warships turn into scrap metal in the distortion of the rules, and watched those armored soldiers shatter in the crystallization process, he did not move an inch.

This is not cold-bloodedness.

This is a civilization-level interdimensional war. If he has to act as a babysitter every time there is a backlash, then humanity will forever remain a group of low-dimensional reptiles hiding in a greenhouse and dependent on others.

The first path must be forged by humanity's own fleet, with blood and steel.

"You have not disappointed me."

Looking at the starships that, though damaged, were still relentlessly spewing firepower, a deep sense of satisfaction flashed in Gu Qing's eyes.

in space.

Under the almost frenzied, relentless saturation bombardment of the human fleet, the dark golden reverse path finally gave way.

"Buzz—"

With a deafening roar that shook the entire solar system, the rift was completely torn apart, expanding into an enormous dimensional entrance!

"It's open! The springboard entrance is open!"

Wang Mingyuan roared at the top of his lungs in the control room.

But the next second, all the cheers stopped abruptly.

Through the massive entrance that had been forcibly blasted open, humanity did not see the scenery of the higher-dimensional world.

What they saw was a vast shadow, deeper than the void, that could drive anyone to madness at a single glance.

The shadow slowly writhed, carrying with it a furious rage, as if its home had been torn apart by low-dimensional insects.

At the same time, the massive gas giant Jupiter behind the fleet suddenly underwent a strange change.

The famous Great Red Spot storm on Jupiter's surface, large enough to contain several Earths, began to rotate and deform wildly under the pull of this higher-dimensional will.

In a very short time, the edges of the Great Red Spot became sharp, and the eye of the storm at its center collapsed into a deep black hole.

From a distance, it looks like an enormous, utterly cold eye slowly opening in the shadow of Jupiter, the gas giant.

The enormous shadow was utterly enraged.