I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Five Golden Core sword cultivators from Earth, clad in dark gold heavy armor, descended from the sky, their combined battle formation crashing down. The Fortune Offering didn't even have time to unleash his magic weapon before being directly suppressed by this immense power before the stone steps of the statue, unable to move.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

These two royal retainers, who were considered powerful figures in the First Realm, were defeated decisively. It wasn't that they were too weak, but rather that their proud cultivation systems were utterly crushed in the face of the war machine of Earth's interdimensional civilization, much like natives wielding bows and arrows against tanks.

The inspector slumped onto the bluestone slab, his black gauze hat, a symbol of imperial authority, rolled off his head and lay to the side. Watching the imperial guards being completely disarmed and the retainers being ruthlessly suppressed, he pointed a trembling finger at Han Zhao, still trying to maintain a last shred of dignity with his ridiculous legal arguments: "You...you defied the imperial decree...The imperial command is here; you have severed yourselves from heaven and earth..."

"Since they disobey the imperial decree, then let the might of the Great Yu personally nail them to the pillar of traitors!" From the shadow of the inspector, the treasurer of the Demon Suppression Bureau slowly emerged, his eyes flashing with a madness born of extreme calculation.

He strode forward and snatched the bright yellow imperial edict from the inspector's hand. In his other hand, he tightly gripped a bamboo scroll he had stolen from the depths of the Qingzhou General Office—the "Supplementary Register of Qingzhou Officials."

This was his final, deadly trap. A mere supplementary register of official records from a prefecture wouldn't be enough to suppress this group of unfathomable outsiders, but he possessed an imperial edict! He intended to use the legitimate imperial edict of the Great Yu Dynasty as a "guide" to activate the underlying rules of the supplementary register, forcibly branding Han Zhao, Shen Yanqiu, and the entire newly formed Demon-Suppressing Army as "treasonous and evil spirits"! Once the "official register of treason" was successfully branded under the protection of the dynasty's laws, the rules of this world would immediately crush these outsiders into dust.

"By the Emperor's decree, and inheriting the fate of the Great Yu Kingdom—the official register is a traitor!" The treasurer viciously bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto both the imperial edict and the "Supplementary Register of Qingzhou Officials," and roared fiercely.

Boom! Accompanied by this curse-like pronouncement, the imperial edict and bamboo slips simultaneously erupted with a blinding crimson light. The imperial authority and the laws of Qingzhou's land veins resonated perfectly at this moment, instantly peeling away layers of crimson, materialized official documents. These documents, carrying the strict laws accumulated by the Great Yu Dynasty over hundreds of years, transformed into thick, blood-red chains, like raging pythons emerging from their lair, brutally slamming down on the heads of Han Zhao and the others.

Faced with this terrifying counterattack that combined imperial legitimacy with the legal principles of the state, there was not a trace of panic in the legion's positions.

"This fragment of rules is hardly worthy of being shown off?" Lu Yan sneered, not even bothering to form hand seals, and simply flicked the array plate casually.

"Tactical defense array, activate." Accompanied by an extremely mechanical and cold command voice, hundreds of Earth array masters around the plaza simultaneously channeled their true energy into the array base beneath their feet.

"Buzz—" A translucent, dark blue energy shield with a perfect hexagonal honeycomb pattern suddenly opened up above the heads of the Earth Legion and Shen Yanqiu and the others.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The seemingly majestic crimson official chain, imbued with the power of an imperial edict, slammed heavily onto the dark blue energy shield. It was like fragile glass hitting an extremely hard alloy; it didn't even cause a ripple in the shield before shattering inch by inch under the terrifying recoil, turning into countless red specks of light.

As the rule of law was blocked, the backlash came crashing down. "Pfft—" The treasurer coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the imperial edict and the "Supplementary Register of Qingzhou Officials" in his hand spontaneously combusted on the spot, turning into a cloud of ashes. All his meticulous calculations were like a laughable joke in the face of the Earth system's unreasonable and absolute defense.

He finally lost all hope, collapsed to his knees, and trembled violently all over.

Shen Yanqiu, carrying his dulled sword, walked up to the ashen-faced treasurer. "Treasurer of the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division, you have reopened old cases, murdered your comrades, and used demons to wreak havoc in the state." Shen Yanqiu's voice was utterly cold, devoid of any warmth. "Your crimes are unforgivable."

A flash of light, and with a "thud," a fine head rolled to the ground.

"Beheaded in the mortal realm, then tried in the underworld." Xie Wujiu stepped forward, coldly wielding the Soul-Locking Chain, binding the terrified soul of the treasurer tightly and dragging him directly into the underworld's judicial artifacts. This venomous snake that had plagued Qingzhou had finally met its end.

Seeing the treasurer beheaded and his soul extracted in the street, the Great Yu Heavenly Patrol Inspector completely collapsed, collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud.

Just then, the sky above Qingzhou Prefecture darkened in an extremely eerie way.

"Roar—!" Deep within the clouds, the golden dragon of destiny, which had been coiled in the Central Plains of the Great Yu Dynasty, seemed to have been stung by the burning of the imperial edict, letting out a roar filled with supreme pressure. The sky seemed to be torn apart by a pair of giant hands, and a terrifying Dharma image, hundreds of feet high, radiating dazzling golden light and boundless national fortune, traversed tens of thousands of miles of sky and was projected onto the top of Qingzhou Prefecture!

Chief Offering Pavilion Member of the Great Yu Royal Family! The First Realm's Highest Combat Power—Peak Golden Core Stage!

The moment this aura of destiny descended, the divine might representing the weight of the nation pressed down as if it were a tangible force. The entire city's populace trembled instinctively under this divine might; the censor, slumped to the ground, and the disarmed imperial guards prostrated themselves in tears. Even Shen Yanqiu, a leader of the iron-blooded lineage, felt his knees as heavy as lead, his bones creaking under the weight—this was the natural suppression of the Great Yu nation's destiny upon its local officials!

However, this divine might, enough to command the utmost reverence from all beings of the First Realm, was utterly ineffective against the Earth army's positions, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, leaving not a ripple whatsoever. Even the energy projection of a peak Golden Core cultivator posed no fatal threat whatsoever to the Earth army, which possessed three fully-fledged Golden Core battle squadrons and organized heavy firepower! Without the Dao Lord issuing a decree, these steel-like cultivators could tear a hole in the sky themselves!

The cold, mechanical, and extremely efficient tactical synthesized voice swept through the tactical pathways of all Earth cultivators in an instant:

"Hostile energy source detected: Peak Golden Core stage, Qi-based projection, non-physical structure." "Threat level assessment: Controllable." "Air defense array deployed, flying swords in position, ready for concentrated fire to destroy."

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The dozen or so Golden Core sword cultivator squads didn't even flinch as their sword cases sprang open in unison. Hundreds of flying swords radiating destructive aura soared into the sky, their tips precisely locking onto the key energy nodes of the golden avatar in mid-air; the Yellow Springs battle banners of the Underworld Army pointed straight to the heavens, ready to sever souls at any moment; the muzzles of heavy psionic cannons slowly rose, their blinding charging light illuminating the battlefield.

What is considered an invincible god in the eyes of the homeland is nothing more than a high-value target of firepower in Earth's highly developed war system.

The golden Dharma image in the sky slowly lowered its eyes, its cold and murderous voice booming like thunder across Qingzhou: "You madman from beyond the realm, you defamed my imperial decree and dare to steal the throne of my Great Yu Kingdom?"

Han Zhao stood still, not even bending over. He slightly raised his head, looking at the enormous golden Dharma image in the sky, his cold face showing no fear.

He slowly drew his old iron sword from his waist, the blade pointing straight to the sky. A chilling military order boomed through the tactical communication network: "Target locked! All troops, listen to my command!" "Fire!"