I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The invisible giant hand, formed by the Great Sun Spirit-Attracting Array and the secondary Heavenly Dao Laws, gripped the fragment of the dimensional core that radiated profound light, and traversed the sea of ​​stars from Jupiter's orbit, pulling it back towards Earth with a thunderous roar.

The dark golden divine blood rain and remaining fragments of rules scattered along the way were all absorbed and engulfed by the terrifying gravity of this giant hand, transforming into a dazzling rainbow spanning hundreds of millions of kilometers.

This scene is destined to be etched into the deepest recesses of human civilization.

When this rainbow crashed into the barrier of Kyushu and plummeted to the summit of Kunlun, few people on Earth cheered for it.

In the factory buildings of the new Chang'an Heavy Industrial Zone, the piercing alarm finally stopped.

The old worker, his face covered in grease, tightly wrapped his scalded right hand with a rag, slumped on the ground covered in iron filings, panting heavily.

In a field hospital on the East China Sea defense line, an exhausted nurse leaned against the wall, holding a glass of water that had long since gone cold, her tears silently falling onto her blood-stained sleeve.

Inside the underground shelter, the young teacher covered the children's eyes, preventing them from looking directly at the strange starry sky phenomenon that carried a high-dimensional pressure.

This is not a lighthearted victory celebration; it is the afterglow of war, built with the sacrifices of countless people.

At the summit of Kunlun, the wind and snow completely froze.

The enormous, invisible hand suddenly dissipated, and all the kinetic energy and pressure were forcibly suppressed by an absolute will the moment it approached the Heavenly Palace.

Gu Qing, dressed in white, stood quietly in the center of the white jade square.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the fragment of the dimensional core that reflected countless overlapping spaces, along with the divine blood rain compressed into a dark golden droplet, floated quietly in his palm.

This core fragment, no bigger than the palm of a hand, exhibits a polyhedral structure that completely defies three-dimensional geometry. Each of its facets is constantly collapsing inward and expanding outward, as if imprisoning a miniature universe that is breathing.

These are the remains of a god he severed across dimensions, using the fire of billions of living beings. In this world, only he has the qualifications and the ability to digest them.

"Disperse."

Gu Qing clenched his fist, crushing the dark golden divine blood rain into the purest high-dimensional essence, which was then injected into the dimensional core in his palm like fuel.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Qing sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly.

He pressed the activated fragment of the dimensional core directly into his forehead.

"boom--!"

The instant the core entered his brain, Gu Qing's soul seemed to be pulled out of his body and out of the solar system, crashing straight into the invisible "glass tank" that enveloped this three-dimensional universe.

He entered a state of profound enlightenment.

There were no dazzling, wondrous sights, no celestial music of golden lotuses swaying in the breeze.

Gu Qing's perspective was elevated to an infinitely higher level. He saw time and space beneath his feet transform into clearly visible threads; he saw the vast universe as nothing more than a bubble floating in boundless chaos.

In this chaotic world known as the "Sea of ​​Rules," countless similar cosmic bubbles float.

Through the underlying memories of this fragment of the dimensional core, Gu Qing saw for the first time the world outside the door, and the remnants of civilizations that had been erased by the higher-dimensional rulers.

It was a vast world shrouded in endless holy light, where beings worshipped winged gods.

However, countless indifferent eyes suddenly cracked open in the sky, and black pollution poured down like a waterfall.

The holy light was forcibly rewritten into extreme decay, the sacred wings of angels twisted into viscous tentacles amidst wails, the faith of the entire world collapsed, and it became a breeding ground for reapers.

The scene flips to another universe, where countless massive floating cities powered by magical energy are fighting against extraterrestrial enemies.

The archmages erected forbidden spells that blotted out the sky, attempting to repair the shattered dimensional barriers.

But deathly gray chains of rules emerged from the abyss, ignoring all elemental defenses and directly altering the universe's "magical activity." The forbidden spell instantly lost its power, the floating city plummeted like raindrops, and magical civilization was utterly formatted in despair.

Then, a mechanical kingdom composed of intricate gears and billions of data streams appears, where highly advanced silicon-based life forms attempt to calculate the weaknesses of the higher-dimensional invaders using exhaustive methods.

But faced with absolute dimensional suppression, their proud underlying logic was instantly altered by a piece of high-dimensional code that fell from the sky. The massive mechanical legion turned its cannons around and, in the midst of mutual slaughter, became a pile of meaningless scrap metal.

These afterimages flashed wildly in Gu Qing's mind like a revolving lantern.

They were all once the most brilliant civilizations in their respective universes, and they all tried their best to resist the abyss hanging overhead. But they failed.

Gu Qing strolled quietly through this endless graveyard of civilization.

His soul, instead of being lost amidst the overwhelming amount of information, became even more refined and profound.

He finally understood.

The void overlord he annihilated this time, hidden behind Jupiter's Great Red Spot, was not some omniscient and omnipotent god. It was merely a tentacle, an observational projection, extending into the solar system from a vast harvesting system within this boundless sea of ​​rules.

In the multiverse, there are countless similar ranchers and harvesters. They roam outside the dimensions, treating lower-dimensional universes as fishponds and civilizations as fish fry.

At this moment, Gu Qing is in the supreme state of enlightenment where all laws return to oneness.

All of his will was absorbed into the rule code at the deepest part of the dimensional core.

He was looking for that path.

Since the Reapers can reach in from higher dimensions, this dimensional barrier is definitely not one-way.

Gradually, amidst countless intersecting and overlapping threads of rules, Gu Qing found a trace of the "outside the door".

He saw that between planes there existed "weak layers of rules," like ripples on water.

The higher-dimensional harvesters use these weak layers to deploy "contamination anchors," tearing open the channels of arrival. This fragment of the dimensional core is the "key" the harvesters use to locate the weak layers and fold space.

As long as you have the key, you can open the door.

The broken chain debris in the seventh region of the far side of the moon, the stress point where Jupiter's orbit had just closed, plus the dimensional core in the center of his forehead.

These three elements combined slowly sketched out the prototype of a magnificent array in Gu Qing's mind, an array so vast it could tear apart the barriers of the universe.

I don't know how much time passed.

At the summit of Kunlun, the stagnant snow began to fall again.

Gu Qing slowly opened her eyes.

The fragment of the dimensional core that had merged into his brow had disappeared, transforming into a very faint dark gold vertical line, resembling a closed third eye.

His aura didn't erupt with a world-destroying pressure; instead, it was extremely restrained, as if he himself were the very rule of this world. His long, black and white hair fluttered slightly in the cold wind, and his entire being exuded a calmness and supreme majesty that transcended the years.

This enlightenment allowed Gu Qing's status to completely transcend the limits of this low-dimensional universe.

He did not rejoice at winning this century-old battle.

Having witnessed the destruction of civilizations in the multiverse, Gu Qing knew very well that the real game was only just beginning to unfold before Earth.

"So, there was more than one sheepfold."

Gu Qing walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, raised his head, and his dark eyes seemed to pierce through the deep starry sky, staring straight at the invisible cosmic barrier.

He once thought that as long as he protected the Nine Provinces Barrier and the Solar System, he could ensure that humanity could survive in this cold universe.

But now he knows that was wrong.

As long as Earth remains trapped in this pool, the harvesters outside will eventually acquire an even thicker finger, or even wield a butcher's knife to completely shatter this pool.

Defense alone cannot ensure the continuation of civilization.

Since those high and mighty beings can treat all the heavens and myriad worlds as pastures, plundering and erasing them at will.

"They can reap the heavens."

Gu Qing's lips slowly curved into an extremely dangerous and intensely aggressive smile.

Why can't I?

However, one must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

Although the theory of the boundary-breaking matrix has taken initial shape in the sea of ​​consciousness, transforming it into a true cross-dimensional channel still requires massive deduction and a huge accumulation of resources.

Before that, Earth needs to lick its wounds and digest the horrific spoils of this war.

Gu Qing withdrew his gaze, his divine sense stirred slightly, and a gentle yet undeniably authoritative decree was transmitted directly through the secondary Heavenly Dao network to the joint control room in Kyoto, the Guanghan base, the Underworld, and the minds of the commanders of the remaining fleet on Jupiter.

"All areas are now on high alert and ready for post-war inventory."

"The Jupiter fleet launched a rescue operation on the spot, bringing back all the wreckage and remains of the soldiers in space."

"The seventh region on the far side of the moon remains a permanent restricted area, and no one may set foot within a hundred miles of the broken chain."

"The soldiers and armored warriors who died in battle are all recorded in the Book of Heroes and Spirits, and are worshipped by the people of the Nine Provinces without end."

There was no lengthy explanation, nor was there any declaration of the existence of a multiverse.

As the supreme ruler, he doesn't need to explain to the world what he has seen; he only needs to point out the direction in which civilization is progressing.

Gu Qing turned and walked back into the depths of the Heavenly Palace, his back view appearing aloof and composed in the wind and snow.