I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Kunlun Sword Peak, covered in snow as thick as a mat.

A biting wind howled atop the cliff, and amidst the swirling snow, a dark golden spatial rift silently tore open.

Clad in a green robe, Chu Tian, ​​carrying an ancient sword case on his back, slowly stepped out of the rift. His aura remained as cold and sharp as ever, untouched by even a speck of dust from this other world.

Beside the bluestone on the cliff, the young disciple responsible for guarding the Sword Pavilion was dozing off against a stone pillar. Hearing the soft sound of snow being crushed underfoot, he suddenly woke up and stared blankly at the figure in blue robes walking towards him through the snow.

"Sword...Sword Master? You're back already?" The junior disciple gasped, his face filled with shock. How much time had passed since the Sword Master stepped into that dark golden rift? The conquest of the Second Realm was already over?

Chu Tian did not answer; his gaze fell on the bluestone table.

There sat a bowl of soup noodles that the young disciple had brought earlier. The bitter cold of Kunlun had long since frozen the soup, and a thin layer of white ice had formed on the surface.

Chu Tian stepped forward, looked at the bowl of cold noodles, and said in a flat tone, "What a pity."

The young disciple snapped out of his daze, slapped his forehead, and hurriedly picked up the bowl of icy soup: "Sword Master, please wait a moment! I'll go to the kitchen right away and poach two eggs for you, and make you a bowl of hot soup noodles!"

In no time, a steaming bowl of soup noodles, topped with scallions and two poached eggs, was served on the bluestone table.

Chu Tian sat down quietly, picked up his bamboo chopsticks, and ate a small amount of noodles. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and he ate very, very slowly.

The sword is drawn, the enemy is vanquished, and then we return to eat noodles.

It seemed like this was his daily routine.

Just as he picked up his second bite of noodles, Chu Tian paused slightly in his chewing motion.

From the depths of the ancient sword case behind him, a very faint hum emanated. It was not the sound of a sword surging with sword intent, but rather an extremely eerie aura.

Chu Tian put down his chopsticks and gently patted the sword box with his other hand.

A faint echo escaped from his fingertips, turning into a dim, grayish-white lamplight trace in the wind and snow.

This lingering sound was cold and lifeless, carrying a sense of desolation that sent chills down one's spine.

Chu Tian quietly watched the wisp of gray-white light. Inside the White Tower of Elran, at the very moment he severed the Elemental Throne with a single sword strike and forcibly tore apart the suppression of the Second World's rules, a being hidden in the depths of endless higher dimensions quietly "looked" at him.

That lingering grayish-white echo was the only trace that remained on his extreme sword intent when that gaze faded.

Chu Tian frowned slightly. Then he bent two fingers and flicked them lightly at the wisp of gray light.

whoosh-

This wisp of grayish-white trace, carrying the echoes of higher dimensions, instantly transformed into a stream of light, soaring into the Kunlun Heavenly Palace above the nine heavens.

After doing all this, Chu Tian picked up his bamboo chopsticks again and continued eating his noodles. The wind and snow continued as before, as if nothing had happened.

……

Kunlun Heavenly Palace, Central Hall.

Gu Qing sat upright on the majestic throne, his eyes slightly closed, his vast and unfathomable will merging with the entire sub-heavenly network.

The magical industrial data and elemental rule fragments of the Second Realm of Erlan were transforming into countless streams of dark golden light, automatically flowing into his sea of ​​consciousness and becoming part of the foundation of Earth's civilization. These were merely data throughputs on the background, requiring no further attention from him.

Suddenly, a grayish-white streak of light flew in from outside the Heavenly Palace and went straight into Gu Qing's brow.

Gu Qing suddenly opened her eyes.

Deep within his dark golden eyes, the faint trace of the gray-white lamplight emanating from Chu Tian's sword box was reflected.

Without any hesitation, Gu Qing's immense will instantly locked onto the lingering echo. The Sub-Heavenly Dao Network erupted with a terrifying aura, like a giant dragon swimming upstream, following this faint trace, directly tearing open the dimension of reality and plunging headlong into the deepest part of the multidimensional sea of ​​rules.

My gaze is sweeping across the horizon at an alarming pace.

Passing through countless bubbles of ordinary worlds, of birth and death, light and darkness, passing through raging, chaotic dimensional storms, Gu Qing's will traced back deeper and deeper until the surrounding sea of ​​rules became utterly still and viscous, even the concepts of light and time began to blur.

Finally, on the other side of the abyss of the multidimensional rule sea, Gu Qing "saw" it.

It was an old lighthouse.

It stands silently at the edge of nothingness, dilapidated and scarred, its structure riddled with abyssal cracks eroded by some indescribable high-dimensional force. It is neither a normal world nor a naturally formed celestial body, but rather the last observational remnant left in the depths of a dimensional void by a great, advanced civilization that has long since vanished.

This lighthouse stands alone in the darkness, emitting a faint signal outwards using a concealed, high-dimensional, narrow-frequency signal.

It was this faint signal that, at the instant the rules of the second realm cracked, momentarily intersected with Chu Tian's sword intent.

Gu Qing stared at the dilapidated ancient lighthouse. He keenly sensed that the aura emanating from the lighthouse shared a certain origin and similarity with the "high-dimensional harvesters" sealed off on the periphery of Earth, but they were by no means entirely the same.

The higher-dimensional harvesters are ruthless hunters who devour everything. But this lighthouse exudes a sense of desolation and warning, a consequence of the fall of civilization.

Just as Gu Qing was trying to further analyze the underlying logic of the lighthouse signal.

Om-! !

Deep within Gu Qing's consciousness, the long-dormant "system" suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly violent reaction.

A series of crimson gibberish characters flashed wildly on my retina:

[WARNING! Parsing is prohibited... This is a serious overreach of authority... It ignores potential risks...]

Error! Low-level protocol conflict... Disconnect immediately...

[Warning! Cut...cut...cut!!]

This was the first time since the rise of Earth's civilization that the system had displayed such a clear loss of control. It wasn't the usual cold, impersonal data notification, but rather an almost tangible urgency and a desperate attempt to obstruct Gu Qing's vision.

It was afraid that Gu Qing would disable the lighthouse.

Gu Qing remained expressionless, her seated body not swaying at all.

"Quiet."

Gu Qing's will transformed into a colossal, dark golden hand that blotted out the sky, slamming down upon his sea of ​​consciousness. The frantically popping crimson gibberish and system fluctuations attempting to interfere with neural connections were instantly crushed to dust by this absolute power of domination, firmly suppressed back into the bottomless void.

The system has completely lost its sound.

The hall fell silent once more.

Gu Qing did not immediately look away, but instead watched the high-dimensional fluctuation quietly across endless dimensions.

It is like a fallen ruin, or a carefully laid trap; like a cry for help in despair, or bait to lure the heavens.

The dark golden light in Gu Qing's eyes slowly faded. He finally withdrew his gaze from the multidimensional sea of ​​rules, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the deep starry sky above the Heavenly Palace.

In the empty Heavenly Palace, only his extremely faint whisper remained:

"We've found a lamp."