I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The seventh day after the statue was erected in the city.

The old order of Qingzhou is being crushed and reshaped at a terrifying speed beyond the comprehension of mortals. There is no tug-of-war, no arduous defense; when the Earth legion crossing the stargate sweeps across like a black torrent, what is presented to the First Realm is a pure, civilization-level dimensional reduction attack.

On the holographic sand table in the joint control room, briefings about the Qingzhou war zone were being updated at an extremely high frequency:

Lesion removal: In eleven of the seventeen counties surrounding Qingzhou Prefecture, high-risk old lesions have been completely eradicated.

Anchor point establishment: The statues in the five county towns have been placed and the array patterns have been connected, and the dark gold control network is taking shape.

Major transportation arteries: Three main roads that had been closed for decades due to the presence of evil spirits have been fully reopened to traffic.

Logistics support: The first batch of food and medicine convoys, consisting of heavy anti-gravity transport vehicles, has arrived at disaster relief camps in various locations.

Armed reorganization: The remnants of the Demon Suppression Division were completely disbanded and reorganized, and incorporated into the "Qingzhou New Demon Suppression Army" to participate in stability maintenance as a local auxiliary force.

This is not just a battle report; it is a blueprint for forcibly pulling Qingzhou Prefecture out of the abyss and branding it with the mark of Earth.

A devastating and swift suppression

The Earth Legion's advance was ruthless, precise, and left no room for error.

The case of the wedding dress in the dry well in Shanyang County.

As the mournful wails of ghosts were instantly shattered by the sword formation of the Golden Core sword cultivator, the engineering team's heavy equipment drove directly into the village. Amidst the roar, the century-old, foul-smelling well was forcibly breached through the earth's veins, and three massive purification spirit stakes were driven firmly into the ground by mechanical arms.

Just half an hour later, clear and sweet groundwater gushed out again. The villagers who were queuing to draw water dared not make a sound, but before leaving, they would all kowtow deeply to the newly erected small statue of Gu Qing next to the well with utmost piety.

Baima Post Station, also known as Paper Horse Post Station.

Those paper horses carrying the dead, attempting to spread the corpse poison throughout the state, were reduced to ashes under the Pure Yang Fire Net.

As the demonic aura dissipated, the abandoned post road was paved anew by the logistics team. The first psychic convoy, laden with spirit rice and herbs, smoothly drove past the ruins of the post station without the aid of any animals, its engines humming softly. On either side of the road, the poorly clothed refugees stared at these enormous, self-propelled vehicles, their mouths agape in a mixture of fear and awe, as if witnessing a true miracle.

Tonggu Town, a headless night watchman.

As the fragments of the drum were sealed into a specially made silver containment box, the shadow of death that had shrouded the town for decades finally dissipated.

That night, for the first time, the town was ablaze with lights. A few families boldly opened half a wooden window, while the dirty children hid behind the threshold, their eyes wide with curiosity as they peeked at the majestic, dark gold statue in the center of the town.

In a dark alley of a certain county government office, the lingering poison of the Chunqiu Tower remains.

Several skinned actors who had escaped from the prefectural city, cunningly disguised themselves as yamen runners, attempting to infiltrate the county government office to temporarily avoid trouble.

However, just as they approached the gate, the military-grade soul-testing mirror hanging in mid-air lit up with a blinding red light. Before they could even launch an attack, the remnants of the Demon-Suppressing Division and the Earthly talisman cultivators, who had been waiting for a long time, joined forces and launched an attack. Several Extreme Yang True Fire Talismans instantly pinned them to the wall and burned them on the spot.

There are no lone heroes, only systems that crush everything.

The snowball of faith

As statues of deities rise up in counties, towns, and disaster relief camps throughout Qingzhou, the collection of cross-border faith power is no longer limited to the city of Qingzhou.

The collapse and replacement of the old order

Behind the soaring credit rating lies the complete undermining of the Dayu Dynasty's actual governance over Qingzhou.

For the common people of Qingzhou, they didn't understand the laws of the imperial court or the greater good of the nation. They only believed in one thing: whoever could let them live.

A completely new understanding is rapidly taking root and sprouting in this land ravaged by demons:

Instead of going to the county government for help: In the past, if they encountered injustice or disaster and went to beat the drum to appeal for justice, they would only get a beating; now, they go to the notice board of the "Newly Formed Demon Suppression Army" under the statue of the god to register, and naturally, armored soldiers will come forward to settle the matter.

Healing and Survival: Instead of seeking divine intervention and drinking talismanic water, people go to the white medicine sheds built by Earth's medical practitioners.

Death and Soul Collection: When someone in the family passes away, there is no need to spend a lot of money to hire a charlatan Taoist priest. Instead, a soul-collecting messenger from the underworld, dressed in a black robe, will come to guide the soul into the netherworld.

Demon Alert: Once any strange phenomenon appears, the newly formed Demon Suppression Army's sword formation will completely annihilate it within half an hour.

Survival rations: Those high-ranking officials have long since fled. Now, it's Earth's logistics force that's distributing porridge, medicine, and clothes.

The government's credibility was instantly wiped out by this extremely efficient survival guarantee system.

......

Outside Pinggu County.

A convoy of geoengineering vehicles escorting the base of the statue is preparing to enter the city.

The magistrate of Pinggu County, a fat, big-eared bureaucrat who had survived for half a year by hiding in a cellar during the demonic calamity, was now blocking the city gate with dozens of yamen runners.

"Outrageous! How dare you!" The magistrate roared, brandishing his official sleeves. "This is the land of the Great Yu Kingdom! You show no respect for Heaven or the Emperor's grace, yet you dare to drag these clay and wooden puppets of unknown origin into the city! This is treason! This is a heretical cult! Stop them!"

However, faced with this blustering but cowardly official's authority, Earth's engineering forces did not even stop their tracks.

Because they don't need to take action at all.

"Sir, please move aside."

Two local demon-suppressing envoys, who were originally responsible for guarding the city, drew their swords and stood in front of the magistrate with expressionless faces.

Behind them stood a dense, emaciated mass of Pinggu County residents, their faces pale and sallow from hunger. They remained silent, their eyes fixed on the county magistrate with a numb yet fierce, wolf-like glint.

The magistrate trembled; he saw real murderous intent in the eyes of those commoners.

"Sirs, let's go to town." An old farmer with a missing left arm knelt by the roadside, banging his head deep into the soil. "We want to live."

There was no bloodshed, no conflict. Under the cold gazes of the people and the demon-suppressing guards, the Pinggu County magistrate slumped to the ground like a stray dog.

The massive statue base, amidst the roar of its tracks, crushed the last vestige of the Great Yu Dynasty's authority in this county town, and brazenly drove into the city.

Public sentiment has been completely shattered.

......

Outside Qingzhou Prefecture, in a dilapidated ancient temple rarely visited by people.

The treasurer of the Demon Suppression Bureau, who had narrowly escaped death, was cowering in the shadow of the altar like a rat in a gutter.

Before him floated a miniature map of Qingzhou's earth veins, formed from his own blood essence.

However, the scene presented on the ley line map caused him to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

He originally thought that tearing up the "Complete Record of Old Cases" and igniting more than a hundred high-risk lesions would be enough to drag these ignorant outsiders into the quagmire of war, making them bleed to death in endless weirdness.

But he was wrong, terribly wrong.

On the ley line map, there was no sign of the devastation and widespread suffering he had anticipated. Instead, one after another, dark golden dots of light were appearing in various counties of Qingzhou with an unstoppable momentum.

Those horrific old cases that he personally released did not become the grave of this army; instead, they became excellent stepping stones for them to demonstrate their power to the people, harvest fanatical faith, and establish rules and anchors!

The treasurer stared intently at the continuous expanse of dark gold divine light. His previous arrogance, which he thought he controlled everything, vanished completely, replaced by an extreme fear from the depths of his soul.

Trembling, the treasurer bit his tongue and, with great difficulty, drew a golden, high-level communication talisman in the void.

He was powerless to stop this engulfment. He could only use the last trump card left to him by the Great Yu Dynasty to send the most stern warning to the capital and to the larger and darker web of power behind him.

"Sizzle—"

The blood-red paper crane transformed into a streak of light, instantly tearing through the void and fleeing towards the imperial capital.

The capital was shaken

The capital of the Great Yu Dynasty was Zhongzhou.

The majestic imperial city was shrouded in a seemingly eternal purple aura. However, at this moment, the court was filled with a deathly silence and oppressive atmosphere.

The dragon throne hung vacant, and the Crown Prince, who was ruling from behind the curtain, had a livid face, clutching tightly the top-secret urgent report that had just been risked to be sent back from Qingzhou.

"The remnants of the Qingzhou Demon-Suppressing Division have all defected to the mysteriously formed 'Newly Formed Demon-Suppressing Army'!"

"Throughout Qingzhou, many cities have privately erected statues of that so-called 'Daoist Master Gu Qing'!"

"The people are ignorant and no longer worship the local city god or the imperial deities; the distribution of taxes and grain has been forcibly taken over by this new force!"

"The most ridiculous thing is... the urgent report actually says that the demonic calamity in Qingzhou has actually decreased significantly?!"

The Crown Prince slammed the urgent report heavily onto the gold bricks, his anger turning into a mocking laugh: "What is this? This is a heretical cult usurping the country! This is blatant treason! Is the Governor of Qingzhou dead? Is the General Headquarters for Suppressing Demons dead?!"

The civil and military officials were trembling with fear, and no one dared to provoke this bad luck.

Just then, from the depths of the hall's shadows, an old man dressed in purple robes, exuding an unfathomable aura, slowly emerged.

He was the chief worshipper of the Imperial Household Department of the Great Yu Dynasty, and his status was even no less than that of the Imperial Preceptor.

Ignoring the prince's rage, the old man bent down to pick up the urgent report. His withered fingers gently traced the four characters "Daoist Master Gu Qing," and a hint of extreme vigilance and chilling intent flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Your Highness, please calm down." The old man's voice was like the clashing of metal and stone. "These are no ordinary bandits, nor are they some kind of rural cult. To be able to quell over a hundred old cases in Qingzhou in just a few days, and even to change the geomantic landscape of Qingzhou..."

The old man raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the palace's dome: "This is a 'Great Dao from Beyond the Realms,' eroding the destiny and fortune of my Great Yu!"

These words shocked the entire court.

The crown prince's eyes flashed with a sinister light, his killing intent boiling: "What does the Grand Master mean?"

"Qingzhou cannot be lost." The old man coldly set the tone. "Your Highness, please issue an edict immediately, dispatching the Heavenly Patrol Inspector with the Emperor's Sword to Qingzhou to demand justice. Mobilize three thousand Imperial Guards from the Divine Martial Camp to accompany and suppress the rebellion. I will personally appoint two Imperial Attendants to go with you."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'd like to see what kind of person this so-called 'Dao Lord' is, daring to steal the fortune of my Great Yu!"

……

Above the capital, the golden dragon, symbolizing the centuries-long reign of the Great Yu Dynasty, which coiled deep in the clouds, seemed to sense the tearing apart of Qingzhou's territory and let out an extremely deep, oppressive, and uneasy dragon roar.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away.

Central Square of Qingzhou Prefecture.

After receiving the worship of countless people and the baptism of a massive amount of faith, the towering statue of Gu Qing suddenly and without warning flashed a deep, dark golden light in its eyes, which were carved from the finest spirit stones.

A storm is brewing.