I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

boom--!

With Han Zhao's command, the roar of Earth's war machines instantly tore apart the sky above Qingzhou Prefecture.

In the sky, the sword cases on the backs of hundreds of Golden Core stage sword cultivators simultaneously emitted deafening dragon roars. Hundreds of flying swords exuding destructive aura instantly intertwined in mid-air to form an extremely complex multi-layered three-dimensional sword formation. The sword light was like a series of precise scalpels, frantically slicing through the energy hubs and spiritual power flow nodes of the golden aura avatar along the coordinates marked in the tactical link.

"put!"

On the ground, the muzzles of twelve heavy psionic cannons erupted with blinding azure light. The highly compressed psionic beams shot up from the ground like twelve spears piercing the heavens and earth, brutally striking the chest and brow of the Qi-based avatar.

"Arrogant! How dare these mere ants shake the might of the Great Yu Dynasty!"

The chief priest was initially furious. In his view, these extraterrestrial madmen simply did not understand the principles of the dynasty's destiny. He intended to raise his hand and unleash a thunderous strike to flatten the entire plaza.

However, the moment he activated his magic, he was horrified to discover that his supposedly invulnerable body of destiny was experiencing severe stagnation. The outer protective golden light was being peeled away layer by layer like an onion by the endless sword formations; the national destiny energy accumulated in his chest was being blasted to pieces by the spiritual energy cannons; even his own divine sense commands were being mercilessly severed by the eerie underworld flag.

This is not a battle between cultivators; it is a highly developed, civilization-level warfare system ganging up on an isolated Golden Core Peak projection!

In just the first round of concentrated fire, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the Chief Elder's hundred-foot-tall aura of destiny was shattered by more than half! Golden fragments fell like a meteor shower.

However, the Qi Luck Dharma Body at the peak of the Golden Core stage was not instantly killed.

"The fate of the Great Yu Kingdom, gather!"

The chief retainer, now only half-dead, let out a shrill roar. He forcibly activated the dynasty's foundation behind him. The golden dragon of the Great Yu Dynasty's fortune, coiled in the void, let out a deafening roar, frantically drawing upon the purple-gold national fortune from the direction of the imperial capital, Zhongzhou, and transporting it across tens of thousands of miles in an attempt to forcibly repair the shattered body.

As golden light surged, the cracks in the Dharma body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. This is the troublesome aspect of the imperial system; as long as the dynasty exists and its fortune continues, this Dharma body can be infinitely reshaped.

In the very center of the square, the statue of Gu Qing, which had stood silently all along, suddenly lit up with a dark golden light in its eyes, like two rising supernovae.

Gu Qing sat upright in the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, unleashing a supreme will towards the First Realm.

The majestic and sacred Golden Dragon of Great Yu, which was considered sacred by the native creatures of the first realm, was now being dismantled beyond recognition in Gu Qing's eyes.

That was not some sacred dragon vein ordained by heaven at all; it was merely a chain of the old order forcibly pieced together and stitched together by heavy taxes, harsh military registers, corrupt official registers, brutal imperial power, and the fear and numbness accumulated by the common people over hundreds of years!

Since it's a chain, then cut it.

"Sever."

Om-!

At this moment, not only in Qingzhou City, but all the completed statues of Gu Qing throughout Qingzhou City simultaneously erupted with a soaring dark golden light.

The immense faith and power that the people of Qingzhou had just gathered after surviving the calamity perfectly merged with the secondary celestial network laid out on Earth, condensing into an invisible and intangible yet boundless blade of law and principle in the sky above Qingzhou.

This sharp blade did not strike the physical body, but rather severed the "legitimacy of the Great Yu Dynasty's rule over the people of the First Realm" directly from the lowest level of the rules of the First Realm!

"Awooo—!!!"

The Great Yu's auspicious golden dragon let out an extremely tragic wail.

Under the blade of law, the dragon of destiny that had bound the dynasty for hundreds of years was severed with a deafening roar, starting from the border of Qingzhou! The terrifying break, like dominoes, spread wildly towards the capital with a devastating collapse of the rules.

Having lost the support of the nation's destiny and fortune, the chief deity's aura, which had only been partially repaired, instantly froze in the sky, and then shattered on the spot with a desperate roar.

"All units, focus fire! Clear the area!" Han Zhao coldly drew his sword and pointed it forward.

The Earth Legion unleashed its second wave of concentrated fire, and a devastating barrage instantly covered the sky, blasting the remaining fragments of the Dharma Body, along with the last bit of divine power left by the Great Yu Dynasty in Qingzhou, into golden dust that drifted in the wind.

The capital city suffers a backlash, and destiny collapses.

The capital of the Great Yu Dynasty, in the Central Plains.

The terrifying backlash from the golden dragon of destiny being severed in half was like a magnitude 12 earthquake, instantly descending upon the power center that had ruled the First Realm for hundreds of years.

The auspicious purple clouds that had perpetually shrouded the imperial city, symbolizing an everlasting dynasty, vanished without a trace in an instant. Inside the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the memorial tablets of the successive emperors of the Great Yu Dynasty all cracked violently from the middle with a sharp crack and collapsed with a deafening roar.

The deepest part of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

A huge coffin cast in gold with dragon patterns suddenly began to shake violently.

Inside the coffin, the Great Yu Emperor, who had been in seclusion for seven years and was known throughout the court and the public as the "Sick Dragon Emperor," suddenly opened his cloudy eyes.

His body had long since withered to the point of resembling a dried corpse, his skin clinging tightly to his bones, while a tattered phantom of a golden dragon, representing his destiny, coiled around his chest. Seven years ago, he failed in his attempt to forcefully break through to the legendary Nascent Soul realm, and since then, he had been trapped in this dragon vein golden coffin, half-human and half-ghost, maintaining his last breath of life by constantly devouring the lifeblood of the Great Yu Kingdom.

The Crown Prince oversees the country, the Imperial Palace is in charge, and the fate of the entire Great Yu is being slowly drained by this golden coffin.

The moment Gu Qing severed the golden dragon of destiny, the emperor in the coffin let out a bloodcurdling scream that was not human.

"No...the fate of my nation..."

The next instant, the golden coffin of the dragon vein split open.

The tattered golden dragon symbolizing destiny on the emperor's chest was forcibly torn off. His frail body, which depended on the dynasty for its survival, instantly lost all support and turned into a withered and decaying corpse.

A scream rang out from the deepest, most secluded chamber of the Imperial Palace.

The chief retainer's true form suddenly opened his eyes, spitting out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His Golden Core peak Dao Foundation, which symbolized the ceiling of combat power in the first realm, shattered on the spot like exquisite porcelain under the backlash of the broken national destiny. He aged a hundred years in an instant, collapsing to the ground like a puddle of mud, completely becoming a cripple.

In the Golden Palace, the Crown Prince, who was in charge of the country, looked at the map of the Great Yu territory on the wall with great fear.

Not only did the dragon energy representing Qingzhou completely extinguish, but the trend of collapse even began to spread wildly to the surrounding prefectures and counties. Those local military towns that had already suffered from demonic possession and harbored resentment towards the imperial court, as well as the remaining branches of the Demon Suppression Bureau, all experienced violent upheavals under the shock of the rupture of the imperial line.

The Great Yu Dynasty was no longer destined by Heaven. The very foundation of the dynasty was utterly destroyed in a single moment.

The dynasty collapsed, and the first realm was without an emperor.

The Earth Legion gave the Great Yu Dynasty no chance to gather its forces and defend the capital.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

Several massive, dark blue teleportation portals simultaneously opened at key points outside the walls of the Great Yu capital, and even within the inner city.

The Golden Core sword cultivators, clad in dark gold heavy armor, descended like tigers from the mountain, instantly taking control of the city's defenses; the Yin Si troops, clad in ink-black robes, rushed straight towards the Imperial Ancestral Temple and the sacrificial site; while the engineering array masters and logistics takeover teams expertly attacked the major official centers.

Tens of thousands of imperial guards in the capital tried to organize a resistance, but with their morale low and their highest cultivation level only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, they were as fragile as paper in the face of the crushing force of the Earth's systematic cultivation army.

"Execute the minimum kill takeover procedure." Zhou Lan's order was coldly issued through the link.

There is no need for indiscriminate killing of innocent people; what Earth needs is complete resources and order.

Within half a day, the imperial palace was completely sealed off; the ancestral temple was sealed off; the national treasury was sealed off by Earth; the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Revenue, and most importantly, the General Archives for Suppressing Demons were all taken over by the Earth takeover team. All members of the royal family were stripped of their cultivation and placed under strict guard; all civil and military officials were quickly reassigned, awaiting extremely rigorous selection, trial, and purge.

Inside the Golden Palace.

Han Zhao, carrying his battle sword, walked step by step onto the gleaming gold bricks to the center of the main hall.

Before the dragon throne, the disheveled Crown Prince, his eyes bloodshot, still gripped the jade seal representing imperial power tightly, attempting to use his last vestige of dignity and imperial authority to roar: "Rebels! You bunch of rebels! I am the Crown Prince of Great Yu, the Mandate of Heaven rests with me..."

"Destiny?"

Han Zhao stopped in his tracks, coldly looking down at the former crown prince who was about to become a prisoner, his voice flat and devoid of any inflection:

"We have just severed the Mandate of Heaven."

Han Zhao raised his battle sword and, facing the entire First Realm, delivered his final verdict:

"The Great Yu Dynasty is hereby abolished, effective from this day forward!"

Earth's civilization did not install any puppet emperors on this land. They did not need imperial power; what they needed was extremely efficient assimilation of civilizations and harvesting of resources.

The legal system of the Great Yu Dynasty was completely crushed, and a brand-new institution called the "Zhenjie Si" rose up, becoming the only and irresistible supreme governing center of the first realm.

The original Demon Suppression Division system was completely dismantled and, after a purge, was reorganized and absorbed into the local auxiliary security force.

The order of death no longer belongs to the void of reincarnation, but is completely taken over by the underworld system of the earth. Wherever the laws of the underworld go, all ghosts submit.

The medical and logistical forces took over the livelihood of this world riddled with problems, using massive amounts of food and medicine and a modern disaster relief system to quickly mend the wounds left over from over a century ago.

Tens of thousands of engineering array masters, like tireless worker ants, frantically laid out the sub-heavenly nodes and Gu Qing's divine statue network in various states and counties.

The name of the Great Yu Kingdom was brutally and completely erased from every city gate, every official seal, every military flag, and every official document.

That once lofty imperial capital was officially renamed "First Realm Central City".

A rapid harvest is underway across this vast land.

A series of striking scenes unfolded across the First World:

The sturdy city gates opened themselves to the Earth Legion, and the enormous statue of Gu Qing was carried into the city with remarkable ease.

The Earth Legion launched a carpet-style purge, and those dangerous demonic foci that had once plagued the region were uprooted under the heavy firepower and high-level sword formations.

After receiving the steaming hot porridge that saved their lives, witnessing the healing and transformation of their injuries, and seeing the souls of their loved ones properly settled by the soul-collecting envoy, the local people knelt down at the feet of the dark golden statue with utmost naturalness and piety.

The network of divine statues representing the sub-heavenly network, like a spider web, completely covered all the major population-gathering areas of the first realm.

The vast mineral veins lying dormant underground, the vast abandoned spiritual fields, the remnants of old cases and samples of demons sealed in the files, along with the household registrations of hundreds of millions of people in the First Realm, were all transformed into precise data and registered in the database.

The pure and boundless power of faith in the first realm was like golden rivers flowing continuously across the stargate and back to Earth.

The First Realm is just the beginning.

Earth, Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

Vast amounts of cross-border information, resource location data, population change maps, and extremely valuable underlying rule samples are frantically flowing into the core pool of the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network, much like the Big Bang.

Gu Qing sat upright on the futon, his gaze deep. In his vision, on the grand blueprint of the secondary Heavenly Dao Network, the interdimensional branch representing the first realm had been completely illuminated, forming a stable dark gold loop.

This world, once filled with despair and eeriness, has been completely cleansed of the old dynasty's imprint and has officially become the first external pasture for Earth's civilization to cross the universe, a place with a continuous flow of resources and faith.

But there was no trace of intoxication or celebration on Gu Qing's face.

His gaze passed over the secondary Heavenly Dao network, over the still-roaring stargate on the far side of the moon, and was cast toward the extremely distant and unfathomable multidimensional sea of ​​rules.

In the depths where endless darkness and starlight intertwine, there lie more, higher-dimensional, and more terrifyingly powerful yet richer unknown worlds, quietly waiting to be conquered.

Once the chariot of civilization on Earth starts moving, there is no reason for it to stop.