I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The massive breach in Jupiter's orbit, forcibly torn open by the Starfleet's final saturation firepower, is finally facing its ultimate judgment.

"boom--"

No sound can travel in a vacuum, but a deathly gray torrent, capable of reducing everything to nothingness, surged down like a bursting dam along the half-open higher-dimensional path. This torrent contained no matter that any three-dimensional universe could comprehend; only pure dimensional judgments designed to erase all "existence."

At the edge of the breach, Wang Kang's half-armor had been melted into molten iron by the high-dimensional radiation. He clung tightly to the broken command console of the flagship, his eyes bloodshot, like a lone wolf trapped in a desperate situation.

"Fire! Open fire!"

Wang Kang roared hoarsely, his divine sense frantically squeezing out the last bit of spiritual energy from the wrecked fleet.

The remaining hundreds of warships did not fire at the torrent, but instead pinned all their main cannons and sword formations firmly to the spatial barriers on either side of the breach. They were like a group of mortal laborers, using their flesh and blood to hold back the collapsing dam in the midst of a raging storm.

They cannot retreat. If the conduit closes prematurely or goes berserk before the judgment is fully released, the compressed energy will explode instantly, tearing the entire solar system, along with Earth, into cosmic dust.

The deathly gray torrent, traveling at speeds exceeding the speed of light, slammed into the seventh region on the far side of the moon in a tenth of a second.

"Buzz—!"

The realm of the Underworld, guarded by a million ghost soldiers, has faced an unprecedented crisis.

Under the force of this rule representing "erasure," the waters of the River of Oblivion roared with a mournful boiling sound before crashing back. The Yellow Springs Banner planted on the lunar soil shattered inch by inch, the deathly aura on its surface forcibly stripped away.

The crystalline forest, nurtured by the dark gold liquid, began its final and most frenzied growth under the stimulation of the Judgment Torrent. Transparent tendrils, like countless sharp swords, instantly pierced the souls of dozens of Yin soldiers.

Before those ghostly soldiers could even let out a scream, the eerie green soul fire in their eye sockets, representing their obsession, was completely extinguished in the deathly gray light, turning to ashes.

"Hold the line! Imperial Seal, suppress!"

Zhao Feng's hundred-foot-tall Ghost King Dharma Image trembled violently. Holding the Underworld Emperor Seal, he recklessly smashed it into the boiling River of Oblivion.

The immense laws of the underworld forcefully intervened, transforming into the first rigorous filter.

The causal pollution, which kills the living upon contact, was relentlessly gripped by a million Yin soldiers at the cost of their souls being scattered. The Underworld was like an overloaded biochemical filter, forcefully stripping away and trapping the high-dimensional toxins targeting "life and soul" in the torrent on the far side of the moon.

"All living troops, retreat to the safety line of the core area of ​​Guanghan! Cut off all physical and divine surveillance of the Seventh District!"

Inside the main control room, Zhou Lan slammed her fist on the emergency isolation button. Watching the ghostly soldiers disappear, her fingernails dug deeply into her palms.

Without heroism, not a single living sword cultivator would dare to rush forward at this moment. Because once they get close, the life force they carry will immediately become the catalyst for the backflow of pollution.

After being brutally filtered by the Underworld, this torrent of judgment has shed its most deadly causal pollution, but the destructive energy it contains is still enormous enough to completely overturn the Earth's crust.

It broke through the Earth-Moon defense line and crashed hard into Earth.

"when--!!!"

On the vast land of China, nine ancient cauldrons, buried deep within the earth's veins, simultaneously emitted a thunderous roar that shattered the heavens.

This is not simply a matter of defense.

In Gu Qing's vision, these nine great cauldrons are the furnace walls of the celestial furnace, while the Nine Provinces Barrier covering the entire globe is the furnace lid tightly secured. The Great Sun Spirit-Attracting Array and the Taiyin Spirit-Locking Array on the moon become the feeding and pressure-reducing valves, and the secondary Heavenly Dao Network that he personally laid out is the supreme algorithm and furnace fire that controls this celestial furnace!

The moment the torrent crashed into the barrier of Kyushu, the entire human world felt that suffocating heaviness.

The air suddenly became thick and viscous, each breath feeling like inhaling molten steel. Beneath the mountains, rivers, and city streets, billions of array patterns simultaneously lit up with a blinding red light.

New Chang'an Heavy Industrial Zone.

The massive array machine emitted a shrill scream as if it were about to explode, and the spirit stones on the array nodes turned into dust at a visible speed.

"Master! The machine tool is going to explode!" the apprentice shouted in terror.

"Get out of here!"

The old worker, his face smeared with grease, kicked his apprentice three meters away. Without even putting on his heat-resistant gloves, his bare, calloused hands gripped the red-hot manual pressure-reducing valve on the power tool. Smoke billowed from the burning flesh as the old worker gritted his teeth and forcefully diverted the raging spiritual pressure into the underground wiring.

An underground shelter somewhere.

The air raid siren blared piercingly, and the concentration of free spiritual energy in the air instantly exceeded the critical value. In the corner, the hair of several children floated upwards eerily due to the intense static electricity and the surge of spiritual energy.

The young teacher was covered in cold sweat. She struggled to keep her legs from giving way and held the children tightly in her arms, repeatedly offering words of comfort that she could barely hear herself.

Inside the field hospital, the disaster first broke out among the monks.

Those who already had damaged meridians lost control of their spiritual power the moment the Earth's spiritual energy suddenly went berserk.

"Bed number three is overloaded with spiritual pressure! He's about to explode!"

"Stop using the channeling technique, it's too late! Use the meridian-sealing needles!"

The blood-covered healers rushed to the bedside, holding several-inch-long spirit-sealing golden needles in their hands. Without any hesitation, they plunged the needles into the wounded man's vital points, such as the Shen Ting and Qi Hai acupoints.

This is a brutal suppression, a struggle against death for the physical body. The forced infusion of high-dimensional energy is not a stroke of good fortune for low-level cultivators, but rather a deadly poison.

Inside the joint control room in Kyoto, alarms blared incessantly.

"The third and fifth operation matrices of Luoshu No. 1 have overloaded and burned out!"

"The energy threshold has exceeded the limit by 400%! The Nine Cauldrons' energy storage limit is about to be breached!"

Wang Mingyuan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the red torrent on the sand table that seemed to be bursting the earth's veins. He then ripped off his tie.

"Sever the automatic deduction of Luoshu-1! It cannot comprehend higher-dimensional logic! The entire think tank, with divine consciousness connected to the secondary Heavenly Dao network, and manual calibration of the guiding nodes!"

Wang Mingyuan stared intently at the massive data on the screen and let out a roar.

"Don't treat it like an enemy attack to resist! You can't defend against it! Treat it like a raging river of spiritual energy, carrying silt and sand! Open the floodgates! Release the flood! Divert the flow!"

All commands, all computing power, and all the struggles of mortals ultimately converged on that gray figure atop Kunlun Mountain.

Gu Qing, as the core of the entire furnace of heaven and earth, endured the most terrifying high pressure of the rules.

"Click..."

An extremely faint cracking sound came from the depths of Gu Qing's soul.

The will of judgment emanating from the higher-dimensional ruler was frantically assaulting his consciousness. The dark gold scar on the web of his right hand, which had already healed, shattered again. Deathly gray and dark gold light patterns intertwined, like two venomous snakes, climbing wildly up the veins in his arm, attempting to completely format his physical body.

[WARNING! The Sub-Heavenly Dao Network is about to crash!]

[The host's soul has suffered an irreversible tear! The only solution: immediately discard the burdens of lower-dimensional emotions and fully connect with the highest divinity! Use a higher-dimensional divine status to counteract the judgment.]

The system's scarlet panel flashed wildly in my mind, carrying a cold, condescending allure.

"Get the hell back here."

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Gu Qing's mouth, but he didn't even glance at the panel.

He knew that with just a nod, stripping away the so-called "redundant humanity," he could instantly transform into a cold, aloof god, easily resolving this crisis. But the price would be the abandonment of all the human life, all the billions of flesh-and-blood beings.

Gu Qing never acted like a god who was high above others.

Gu Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his deep pupils reflecting the entire Earth's contours.

He not only swallows it, he also alters it! That's his ultimate skill as a "fraudster"!

"Using the human world as a furnace, to forge the heavens!"

Gu Qing drew a space-tearing array pattern in the void with both hands, pushing the computing power of the secondary Heavenly Dao Network to its limit.

That high-dimensional rule, originally intended to "erasure existence," was forcibly dismantled and shattered by the survival obsession of billions of beings on Earth and the frenzied strangulation of the Nine Provinces Array!

It was stripped of its destructive properties and restored to the most primitive and fundamental constituent matter in the universe—pure high-dimensional spiritual energy, broken fragments of laws, and a massive amount of divine soul forging materials!

"Boom!"

As Gu Qing forcibly rewrote the underlying code of this torrent, new and mysterious dark gold patterns suddenly appeared on the inner wall of the Nine Cauldrons.

These tamed high-dimensional energies, flowing along the earth's veins, nourished the entire planet like sweet rain.

In the sky, a magnificent spectacle, unlike anything ever recorded in human history, appeared.

The aurora borealis is no longer confined to the North and South Poles, but has enveloped the entire globe. The aurora borealis, a tapestry of crimson, deep blue, and dark gold, burns intensely above the stratosphere.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the air, within just a few minutes, surpassed the accumulation of several eras, reaching an appallingly terrifying level.

Countless low-level cultivators who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for years felt their acupoints suddenly open up within the safe zone. They were passively pushed through their cultivation levels by the massive influx of spiritual energy.

The seventh region on the far side of the moon.

As the high-dimensional torrent was forcibly drawn away and refined by Earth, the once wildly expanding crystalline forest lost its energy source and finally stopped growing completely amidst a series of ear-piercing cracking sounds, sealed off by the Yellow Springs water.

And at the source of this reverse path is Jupiter's orbit.

The black sun that descended from the Void Ruler was like a water bag with a punctured bottom, draining nearly a third of its vast dimensional judgment energy.

This plunder, which can be described as a cosmic-level "reverse hacking," has instilled unprecedented rage and absurdity in those behind the door.

In the shadow of Jupiter's Great Red Spot, for the first time, that cold, enormous eye showed an extremely obvious emotional fluctuation.

At the edge of its enormous pupil, a dark red crack spanning tens of thousands of kilometers broke out due to the backlash of the rules and the forced loss of energy!

The torrent of judgment finally reached its end, and the void passage began to flicker and close violently under the pull of Jupiter's gravity.

Earth, in a near-catastrophic manner, consumed this ultimate energy that should not have belonged to it.

At the summit of Kunlun, the fierce wind gradually subsided.

Gu Qing slowly lowered her hands.

The hideous dark gold patterns on his right arm had faded and disappeared, but the price of forcibly fusing high-dimensional rules remained on him forever.

Her once jet-black hair was now streaked with large patches of dazzling white.

He ignored his graying temples and the blood at the corner of his mouth. He simply raised his head, his gaze piercing through the barrier of Kyushu and through 380,000 kilometers of deep space, locking onto the cracked high-dimensional eye on the surface of Jupiter.

Wang Mingyuan trembled as he stared at the spiritual energy indicators in the control room, which were nearly bursting the database. He knew that Earth had overeaten, and humanity's war potential had been forcibly elevated to an unbelievable level at this moment.

As Gu Qing felt the planet beneath his feet trembling joyfully after devouring the source of the higher dimension, a terrifying killing intent, enough to start a wildfire, ignited in his deep eyes.

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