I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Border wasteland, dark gold temple.

Eve stood before the altar, tilting her head back. In her eyes, which had witnessed life and death, betrayal, and countless painful trials, lay the reflection of that lofty, illusory starry sky. She was not praying for the descent of a god, but rather, as the First Priestess of the Dark Gold Realm of the Pantheon, she was completing her final ritual.

Eve gathered all the previous samples of lower-level beliefs into the dark gold divine runes:

The Dark Gold Contract proves that mortals can actively rewrite their faith affiliation;

The embers of the burning at the stake proved that the slaughter of the Old Gods would give rise to the remnants of faith in non-Old God systems;

The contamination of the Pure Faith Bell exposed the deeply hidden channels of faith offerings within the Radiant Kingdom.

The silent prayer posture proves that prayer does not depend on sound or traditional theological rituals;

The burst of dark gold aftershock that Tieyan emitted under the torture of nailing nails to his heart proved that even if the body's instincts were locked down, the deepest part of the mortal soul still had the will to "reject the old gods";

The unbeliever in the deepest part of the Silent Holy Prison proved that there was an ancient flaw in this set of ancient divine laws that could not be categorized.

All the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly at this moment.

……

Beyond the multidimensional universe lies the Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

Gu Qing, who was sitting on the throne of the secondary Heavenly Dao, slowly opened his eyes.

Through these puzzle pieces, his gaze finally pierced through those magnificent divine kingdoms and dazzling holy light, and he saw the true structure deep within the heavens of the Pantheon.

It was a vast network of contracts that blotted out the sky and covered the entire world like a malignant tumor—the "Universal Contract of Gods".

This general contract, with the coldest underlying rules, rigidly stipulates everything in this world: mortals are assigned religious affiliations at birth; daily prayers are automatically channeled; their fears, repentance, sacrifices, and even their souls after death are all forcibly labeled and automatically distributed to the corresponding divine kingdoms like goods on an assembly line.

"This is not faith." Gu Qing looked at the enormous, nauseating network, his eyes revealing a condescending indifference.

Now that we've found the location of the land deed, there's no need to slowly nibble away at it anymore.

Gu Qing slowly stood up and took a step forward.

……

At this moment, the heavens of the pantheon let out a terrifying wail, overwhelmed by the unbearable weight.

The world, which had been shrouded in the radiance of the gods, suddenly dimmed. An indescribable, colossal rift tore open the heavens, and an immeasurably large, dark golden avatar, radiating boundless majesty and chilling rules, crashed down upon the highest dimension of the pantheon!

Gu Qing's indifferent eyes locked onto the Great Treatise of All Gods deep within the heavens.

Rumble—!

As the authority of the Second Heavenly Dao pressed down, all the divine kingdoms in the entire Myriad Gods Realm trembled violently at the same time.

The gods were horrified and enraged!

Upper-ranking gods, middle-ranking gods, lower-ranking gods... all beings that relied on the General Agreement for blood-sucking felt at this moment a Heavenly Dao authority that did not belong to this realm and was intended to overthrow everything.

The gods attempted a counterattack. The Covenant of All Gods was fully activated, and the prayers and fears that countless generations of mortals had been forced to offer over billions of years transformed into a vast torrent of divine authority. Platinum, crimson, and dark blue... the overwhelming pillars of divine punishment, like a reversed cosmic tsunami, attempted to repel this dark gold avatar with the faith and laws of the entire world.

Faced with this potentially devastating counterattack, Gu Qing did not choose to engage in a pure energy-based clash.

He raised his enormous dark gold palm and directly pressed the faith samples of Eve, Bart, the old miner, Iron Rock, and the throat-slit prisoners in the Silent Holy Prison into the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network.

These samples, stained with blood and tears, were transformed into a brand-new, incomparably sharp Heavenly Blade of Law under the deduction of the Sub-Heavenly Dao!

However, for an external Heavenly Dao to sever the supreme covenant of this world, it must have the will of the beings of this realm as a catalyst. Gu Qing's will transcended dimensions and landed in Eve's mind.

Eve shuddered. Facing the world-ending divine storm of punishment in the sky, she swiftly drew the broadsword stuck in the altar.

Standing before the temple, facing the wasteland, the mines, and the silent holy prison, she, from the perspective of a mortal in this world, issued the first truly meaningful declaration by a mortal at the bottom of the pantheon!

"Faith can be given up, but it must never be possessed!"

Eve roared hoarsely, tears mingling with blood as they streamed down her face, but her spine remained ramrod straight: "Prayer can be traded, but not coerced by fear!"

"We will not be born again, but will return to God!!"

Snap! Snap!

This declaration, carrying the pain of countless people at the bottom of society, tore a fatal crack in the seemingly indestructible legal barrier of the pantheon.

Gu Qing seized the crack, and the Heavenly Blade of Law, formed from countless tears of blood, slashed down with a thunderous roar, precisely cutting into the Covenant of All Gods!

He did not shatter the world's rules of faith, but with absolute authority, he severed and rewrote the most crucial line of the general agreement—"All spirits are born to God."

This strike severed the shackles.

The old gods no longer possess the natural ownership of mortals. The fears, prayers, and souls of mortals after death will no longer automatically flow to the high and mighty divine kingdom.

From this moment on, faith still exists, but it must come from the active choice of mortals.

……

Dramatic changes occurred in the heavens.

The moment the "automatic blood vessel" that had sustained the gods for countless years was severed, the power of those weak deities, who relied entirely on forced faith for sustenance, instantly dried up. They let out mournful screams, transformed into countless burning meteorites, and fell from their thrones on the spot.

Huge cracks began to appear in the divine kingdom of the middle-level god, the divine light dimmed, and the divine power plummeted.

While the high-ranking gods like the Lord of Radiance did not die immediately, the river of faith within their divine realms was instantly severed. The Lord of Radiance, enraged to the point of madness, attempted a final counterattack against the dark gold avatar.

But Gu Qing merely glanced coldly down at him. The enormous dark gold dharma form extended a finger and pointed it into the void. Countless secondary heavenly rules transformed into dark gold chains that blotted out the sky, directly piercing through the Radiant Divine Kingdom and pinning this arrogant high god firmly to his broken throne.

"Your divine kingdom and authority will become the first and highest-level sample of the divine authority in this world on Earth."

With Gu Qing's irresistible, icy will, all resistance was forcibly erased, and the Radiant Divine Kingdom was completely sealed away.

And in the deepest part of the Pantheon.

In that silent holy prison that instilled despair, as the Covenant of All Gods was rewritten, the silent holy runes on the walls lost the underlying support of the Covenant, and their suppressive power weakened significantly.

On the execution platform, the platinum holy nail that had been tightly binding Tie Yan's heart meridian made a crisp sound, its surface covered with cracks. Tie Yan coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but his chest finally began to rise and fall on its own again.

The deepest part of the sacred prison.

A crack appeared in the heavy steel door, but the "believer" hanging in mid-air didn't rush to escape. He simply looked through the crack at the countless divine kingdoms falling from the sky and let out a hoarse chuckle:

Finally, someone tore up that piece of rotten paper.

High above, Gu Qing's gaze fell upon this faithless individual. With a flick of his finger, he marked him as a "Special Rule Sample."

……

In the following days, as the Covenant of All Gods was torn open, a huge crack appeared in the suppression of the world's will, and the Earth Guardian Division officially entered the scene.

Enormous interdimensional passageways suddenly opened up in every corner of the Myriad Gods Realm.

There was no significant overall counterattack because the foundation of the old god system had collapsed. Although some remnants of the divine kingdoms still put up a stubborn resistance, without the forced affiliation of the general contract, they could no longer launch a divine suppression that covered the entire world. They could only be cut off, sealed off, and suppressed one by one by the World-Suppressing Division.

Countless soldiers clad in dark gold armor established boundary nodes along the rift, quickly taking over those magnificent temples that had lost the protection of divine grace; Earth's underworld soul collectors, holding soul-guiding lamps, wandered through scorched mines and battlefields, gathering all the unclaimed and wronged souls that had been devoured and exploited by the old gods.

The array masters of the Academy of Sciences were cutting through the ruins of the fallen divine kingdom; while the medical team of the Town Guard rushed into the slave camps and holy prisons under guard, using gentle magic to heal the survivors who had been tortured beyond recognition.

The high-ranking deities who lost their supreme privileges were gradually suppressed, sealed away, or incorporated into the Zhenjie Division. The Silent Holy Prison was also taken over by the Zhenjie Division alone, and the unbelievers, along with their cells, were completely stripped away, transferred, and sealed away as a top secret for Earth's civilization to study the loopholes in ancient beliefs.

This cross-dimensional conquest has come to an end.

……

Border wasteland, in front of the Dark Gold Temple.

A majestic and solemn Earth Guardian Temple is rising from the ruins of what was once a dilapidated place.

Eve changed into a dark gold First Priestess robe and stood quietly before the temple. As the leader of the native Dark Gold faith system, her eyes held no compassionate, saintly glow, only the clarity born of bloodshed.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the small, carefully preserved embers of the execution at the deepest part of the temple. Those people had not died in vain; they had become the first spark to shatter the divine covenant.

She looked at the mortals queuing in the distance for medical treatment. She understood that faith was ultimately a transaction. But at least from this moment on, mortals finally had the right to choose their transaction partners.

Iron Rock stood beside her. The horrifying scar of the holy nail still remained on his chest, and his vocal cords had not yet recovered. But he stood tall like a silent iron tower, his silence and scars becoming an eternal symbol of the silent rebellion of mortals in the Third Realm against the Old Gods.

……

Beyond the multidimensional universe lies the Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

Gu Qing withdrew his gaze from the Realm of Gods and slowly leaned back on the throne of the Second Heavenly Dao.

Above the main hall, in the celestial constellation above, following the first and second realms, the third brilliant star was fully illuminated.

The Pantheon, a cruel world where gods once shepherded mortals through powerful contracts, has had its once-proud divine network precisely severed and rewritten. It has officially become the third world under the control of Earth's civilization.

Inside the empty hall, Gu Qing's slender fingers gently tapped the armrest. Gazing at the steadily flowing data of the Three Realms' origin on the panel, he uttered five words, bringing this interdimensional conquest to a final close:

"Third Realm, Archive."