I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Earth, the seventh region on the far side of the moon.

When Kunlun's decree of "establishing a register" was issued, and when the world consciousness of the First Realm tacitly accepted this batch of "legitimate demon-suppressing forces" under the deception of the rules, the outer ring of that enormous star gate completely erupted with a dazzling, dark blue light.

This is no longer a cautious smuggling of nine people, but an extremely ruthless physical connection between two cosmic civilizations.

"The stargate's carrying capacity has exceeded the threshold; the high-level passage is stable!"

Inside the main control room of the Guanghan Base, Zhou Lan stared at the wide and flat interdimensional passageway on the holographic projection, then suddenly swung his right arm down, his voice like thunder:

"All troops, enter the territory!"

boom--!

Like a celestial river overflowing its banks, a black torrent of steel and magic was unleashed in an instant.

The first to step into the Star Gate were three full-strength Golden Core stage sword cultivator battle groups. They were clad in dark gold standard heavy armor, and the sword scabbards on their backs emitted a unified, bloodthirsty dragon roar. Their sharp sword intent gathered into a storm within the Star Gate passage, powerful enough to tear the sky apart.

Closely following behind were the heavily armed underworld troops. The soul-collecting messengers, clad in ink-black robes, wielded mourning clubs and soul-locking chains, their Yellow Springs battle banners fluttering in the vacuum of air, radiating the supreme underworld law that suppressed all souls of the dead.

The engineering array mage legion controlled dozens of massive anti-gravity psionic golems, dragging mountain-like array bases, super-large interdimensional communication nodes, and roaring psionic reactors. The tracks crushed over the stargate floor, emitting heavy steel hissing.

Meanwhile, thousands of medical practitioners, logistics specialists, supply convoys loaded with pills and high-calorie rations, and sealing teams responsible for analyzing the stripping rules, flowed continuously into the dark blue water film, like a sophisticated network of blood vessels.

A large army is passing through.

……

The first realm, Qingzhou Prefecture.

Beside the ruins of Chunqiu Tower, flames still raged. In the sky, hundreds of crimson pillars of light, symbolizing the resurrection of an old case, were dragging the city into its doom.

However, just as Shen Yanqiu was holding the old official seal, preparing to face the final bloody battle of his life, a huge azure crack suddenly appeared in the night sky outside Qingzhou City.

A massive, suffocating temporary spatial anchor point suddenly unfolded on the plains outside the city.

"Buzz—"

The moment the first batch of Golden Core sword cultivators stepped off the anchor point and landed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles of Qingzhou Prefecture seemed to be suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand, causing an extremely violent tremor!

Shen Yanqiu's breath caught in her throat.

The demon-suppressing commander, who had spent half his life battling amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stared wide-eyed. The shock, originating from the depths of his soul, made his blood run cold.

What did he see?

He saw hundreds of high-level cultivators, their auras as deep and imposing as mountains, marching out in perfect formation, showing no arrogance or laxity, but like the most disciplined military array.

The remnants of the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division fought to the last drop of blood, sacrificing countless lives, perhaps only to barely suppress an old case. But this army that descended from the sky was executing its killings according to war zone, function, and the most efficient killing model, directly slamming down hundreds of calamities that could have destroyed Qingzhou!

"The command network for the Qingzhou war zone has been established."

The communication jade slip at Han Zhao's waist lit up, and Zhou Lan's calm voice rang out in the tactical link: "Han Zhao, from now on, transfer to the front-line command node. The large-scale mopping-up operation begins."

The crushing force spread across the land of Qingzhou with extreme brutality.

……

A remote county town under the jurisdiction of Qingzhou Prefecture.

A chilling wind howled from the dry well at the village entrance, sealed shut for a century. A bizarre female ghost, dressed in a tattered wedding gown and reeking of decay, was letting out a mournful laugh. Her hands, with long black fingernails, had just gripped the well's edge, ready to spread despair throughout the village.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

On the horizon, twelve streaks of light arrived in an instant. Without uttering a single word, a team of Golden Core sword cultivators set up the Twelve Heavenly Sword Formation in mid-air. The twelve flying swords transformed into dazzling pillars of light, like twelve divine nails, which, with a "boom," firmly nailed themselves to the area around the dry well, instantly suppressing the wedding-dressed female ghost at the bottom of the well, without even a scream escaping.

At the same time, two healers opened a cyan Yi wood light shield to protect the terrified villagers; three array masters landed and smoothly drove down twelve purification spirit stakes.

……

An ancient road in a deserted village.

"Thump—thump—"

The headless watchman carries a ghostly green lantern, and each strike of the drum is accompanied by a terrifying rule that can cause a person's head to snap off on its own.

"Soundproof barrier, activate!"

Dozens of high-level silence notes exploded in mid-air, creating a silent vacuum that forcibly severed the killing rules of the drum.

A chilling wind swept by, and two black-robed soul-binding envoys threw out soul-locking chains, piercing the headless watchman's collarbone with pinpoint accuracy, their sinister laws binding him tightly. A flash of sword light, and the watchman's drum was cleaved in two. Immediately afterwards, members of the engineering team stepped forward with specially made storage boxes, skillfully packing and recycling the drum fragments as "rule fragments."

……

On the official road of Qingzhou.

Hundreds of paper-mache horses came to life in the darkness, carrying ashen-faced corpses on their backs, neighing hoarsely as they tried to rush toward densely populated towns to spread the corpse poison.

In the sky, a row of interstellar cultivation tactical squads riding on flying arrays roared past.

"Target locked, Pure Yang True Fire, cover and strike!"

A barrage of crimson fireballs rained down like meteors, instantly turning the entire official road into a sea of ​​fire. Paper horses and corpses didn't even have time to struggle before being reduced to ashes in the flames. Behind the inferno, Earth's logistics team had begun to methodically set up temporary shelters. Large cauldrons were erected, and the aroma of spirit rice porridge began to dispel the fear in the hearts of the people.

……

In the depths of a dark alley in Qingzhou Prefecture.

Several members of the skinning opera troupe who escaped the net are trying to disguise themselves as ordinary night watchmen and infiltrate the area.

However, as soon as they turned the corner, a soul-examining mirror emitting a ghostly glow shone upon them. The emptiness beneath their outward appearance was revealed in the mirror.

"Identified as an unclaimed body, eliminate it."

With the merciless strike of the Underworld Seal, several human skins turned to ashes in a very brief scream.

There was no hard-fought battle, no lone heroism.

What Earth presented to the First Realm was an industrialized cultivation war that perfectly integrated inter-unit coordination, rule suppression, and logistical support.

……

Beside the ruins of Chunqiu Tower.

Han Zhao severed the tactical link and turned to look at Shen Yanqiu, who was still in a state of extreme shock.

"Commander Shen, this is the 'First Phase Plan for the Suppression of Qingzhou'." Han Zhao handed a jade slip to Shen Yanqiu, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Shen Yanqiu scanned the jade slip with his divine sense, his expression shifting unpredictably.

The division of labor in the plan was extremely clear: the Demon Suppression Division was only responsible for providing detailed case files and terrain guidance for the local area; the Earth Legion was responsible for eliminating all high-risk lesions; the engineering team took over the city's defenses and established communication nodes and psionic furnaces; the medical team took over the control of the epidemic and the treatment of the wounded and the injured in the city; the underworld forces were responsible for collecting all the souls in the city and eliminating any possibility of the dead turning into evil spirits; and the logistics forces would distribute massive amounts of food and medicine to forcibly stabilize the people's morale.

Shen Yanqiu tightened his grip on the jade slip slightly.

He wasn't stupid. This wasn't some friendly "support" at all; it was clearly an extremely domineering and thorough "takeover"! From military force to people's livelihood, from the living to the dead, this mysterious force was going to turn Qingzhou Prefecture into their territory in just one night.

Shen Yanqiu looked up at the crimson pillars of light in the night sky, which were being uprooted one by one at an alarming rate. He knew that if this force hadn't descended from the sky tonight, Qingzhou Prefecture would already be a living hell.

"Alright." Shen Yanqiu took a deep breath, his voice hoarse but unusually firm, "Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division, fully cooperate."

……

As over a hundred old cases were swiftly cleared up by the army, the world consciousness of the First Realm sensed that the "ailments" on this land were being frantically healed.

In its underlying logic, this army, carrying legitimate "registration records," became the most diligent cleaners. Not only did it not unleash any heavenly lightning backlash, it further opened up the boundaries of the realm.

The capacity of the stargate passage increased dramatically, and subsequent reserve forces and heavy engineering equipment from Earth began to continuously cross the starry sky and land on this ancient land.

In a small village outside Qingzhou Prefecture.

A farmer holding a child was desperately pressing his body against the wooden door, listening to the terrifying roar of the bloody corpse knocking on the door, and almost fell into despair.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was kicked open, and just as the man closed his eyes to await his death, a dazzling sword light flashed, and the blood corpse, which was enough to slaughter the entire village, was instantly shredded into mincemeat.

The man opened his eyes with trembling hands and saw a group of unfamiliar soldiers wearing dark gold armor.

Unlike the previous chaotic soldiers who looted, they cleaned up the corpses with remarkable efficiency. Afterwards, a healer dressed in white came forward and handed him a bowl of steaming medicinal soup and a bowl of thick meat porridge.

"Drink it, and it will dispel the cold." The healer's voice was gentle and calm. He then took out a jade slip. "Name, place of origin, please state them. We need to register you."

The man wolfed down his porridge, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't understand any rules of heaven and earth, nor did he know where this army came from or what its name was. All he knew was that when the end of the world came, this group of people who called themselves the "Newly Formed Demon-Suppressing Army" actually killed monsters and gave them food to survive.

……

The long night will eventually pass.

As the first rays of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, the major high-risk chronic cases in Qingzhou Prefecture had already been largely suppressed by that terrifying war machine. What remained were only some lingering toxins that would require time to slowly diagnose.

At the very center of Qingzhou Prefecture City, at the cross-shaped square.

Dozens of roaring anti-gravity psionic golems were hoisting a massive base weighing tens of thousands of tons, and with a muffled thud, they were firmly embedded in the center of the square.

A large number of engineering array masters were rapidly engraving intricate spirit-gathering and faith array patterns around the base.

Shen Yanqiu dragged his tired body to Han Zhao's side, looking at the enormous and awe-inspiring base, a trace of bewilderment and shock flashed in his eyes.

"What is that?" Shen Yanqiu couldn't help but ask.

Han Zhao did not answer immediately.

He raised his head, looking at the blood-red clouds that had completely dissipated over Qingzhou City, and at the streets that were gradually regaining their vitality in the morning light. His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable power:

"order."

"This is also the name that your world will remember for generations to come."

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the lingering mist and shone directly above the base in the center of the square.

There, although the statue was not yet completed, the outline of a majestic, indifferent, and all-seeing high-dimensional face was already faintly visible in the morning light on the huge raw stone.