I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, in an unnamed valley.

10:00 AM.

Twenty-four hours ago, this place was a desolate wasteland. But now, the roar of propellers shatters the silence of the sky.

Three heavy transport helicopters, painted in a dark gray-black color, skimmed low over the snow line, hovering like three giant iron eagles above the ancient riverbed. On the ground, several all-terrain vehicles kicked up clouds of dust, forming a steel torrent as they struggled toward the "energy anomaly point" locked by the satellite the previous night.

This is a special joint scientific expedition team codenamed "Kunlun-01".

The team's configuration can be described as luxurious: the leader is Colonel Zhao Feng from the military's special operations brigade, and accompanying him are not only Professor Wang Jianguo, who almost had a heart attack last night, but also top experts from the Geological Bureau, the Institute of Biology, and even the Institute of Archaeology.

Their mission was singular: to dig deep and find the reason why the Big Dipper "heartbeats".

……

On the mountain ridge, Gu Qing put down his binoculars.

"They came so quickly."

With the system providing cover, he wasn't worried about his presence being discovered; however, he couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency of the state apparatus. From the occurrence of the anomaly to the arrival of the team, less than ten hours had passed.

At this moment, the system panel in front of Gu Qing showed a credit balance of 67 points.

"67 points isn't enough to buy a thunderous divine lightning, nor can it buy a spell that can move mountains and fill seas."

Gu Qing pondered.

If this amount of faith power is used directly to attack or manifest divine power, the effect will be very cheap, like suddenly inserting a five-cent web game special effect into a Hollywood blockbuster, instantly breaking the immersion.

To get these top elites involved, you have to do it subtly and gradually.

"System, open the list of environment rendering classes."

Gu Qing's gaze swept across the dazzling array of exchange options, finally settling on a special one.

[Trace amount of volatile dust (coverage area: 2 km radius)]

Price: 60 points of Faith.

Effect: Deploys extremely rare "spiritual pre-particles" to a designated area.

Description: It cannot enable one to cultivate immortality or generate superpowers. However, it can improve the air quality in the area, slightly activate biological cells, enhance visual clarity, and give people a subconscious psychological suggestion that "this place does not belong to the mortal world."

Duration: 48 hours.

"This is it."

Gu Qing chose to redeem without hesitation.

"Instead of creating a monster to scare them, let's add a 'filter' to this world first."

"After all, for a paradise to be a paradise, it must first make people feel that the air here is sweet."

[Ding! 60 points of Faith deducted.]

[“Trace Amount of Inspiration Dust” has been deployed. Environment rendering has begun…]

As the system notification ended, Gu Qing felt an invisible breeze spreading out from him toward the ancient riverbed beneath his feet.

No changes are visible to the naked eye.

The mountain is still the same mountain, and the snow is still the same snow.

But in Gu Qing's perception, the world had "brightened" by a degree.

……

"Cough cough cough... This godforsaken place, I'm about to explode from lack of oxygen."

Inside an off-road vehicle belonging to the ground convoy, Professor Qian, a geology professor in his sixties, was clutching his chest in pain, desperately inhaling from a portable oxygen cylinder.

He suffers from severe altitude sickness, and if it weren't for a strict order from his superiors, this old man would never have come to a place at an altitude of 4700 meters.

Colonel Zhao Feng, sitting next to him, handed him a bottle of water, his brow furrowed. "Mr. Qian, the coordinates are just ahead. If you really can't hold on any longer, I'll arrange for a helicopter to take you down first."

"No...no way." Old Qian waved his hand, panting, "The Big Dipper's shift...I can't die in peace if I don't see it with my own eyes."

The convoy continued its bumpy journey.

Zhao Feng looked at the GPS locator in his hand.

"500 meters from the center of the target area."

"400 meters."

"300 meters."

The moment the convoy crossed an unseen boundary.

Old Qian, who had been groaning in pain, suddenly stopped moving.

He was holding an oxygen cylinder, but forgot to press the nozzle. His cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, his nostrils twitched twice, and he took a deep breath.

This breath, unlike before, didn't feel like a knife cutting into your throat; instead, it felt like... drinking a mouthful of chilled spring water.

Cool and refreshing, it instantly soothes the internal organs.

The suffocating feeling of altitude sickness, like a boulder pressing on my chest, miraculously disappeared in that instant!

"this……"

Mr. Qian sat up abruptly and looked out the window in disbelief.

Not only have the physical sensations changed, but even the scenery seen by the eyes has changed.

The once gray and lifeless Gobi Desert now presents a strange texture under the sunlight. The texture of the rocks is clearly visible, the snow-capped mountains in the distance shine brightly white, and even the withered yellow grass seems to exude a stubborn vitality.

The whole world seemed to switch instantly from "480P smooth picture quality" to "4K HDR ultra-high definition".

"Stop the car! Stop the car now!" Old Qian shouted.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Feng asked alertly, pressing his hand against the gun holster at his waist.

Old Qian pushed open the car door and jumped out, ignoring the cold wind. He took off his thick goggles and greedily inhaled the air, his face quickly turning from deathly pale to rosy.

"Captain Zhao...can you feel it?" Old Qian's voice trembled. "The oxygen...the oxygen here is wrong!"

Zhao Feng also got out of the car at this time.

As a special forces soldier, his senses are several times more acute than those of an ordinary person.

The moment he stepped out of the car, he felt as if every pore on his body had opened up. The fatigue from days of traveling vanished instantly, and his mind was clearer than ever before. He could even clearly hear the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the cracks in the rocks a hundred meters away.

"Inspector! Measure the oxygen content immediately!" Zhao Feng ordered sternly.

One of the accompanying technicians immediately took out a sophisticated gas analyzer and waved it in the air.

A few seconds later, the technician looked at the screen with a look of utter disbelief: "Report, Captain! The test results... oxygen level 14.5%."

"How much?" Zhao Feng was taken aback. "This is still at the level of high altitude hypoxia."

"Yes! The instruments show the air here is very thin, no different from outside!" The technician took off his mask, took a deep breath, and looked completely bewildered. "But... but why do I feel like the air here is even fresher than the forest oxygen bars of Hainan Island? I even feel like I could run five kilometers right now!"

Data is a cold, "oxygen-deficient" reality.

But the body's response was an extreme "oxygen-rich" state.

This stark contrast in perception left all the experts present stunned.

This goes against common sense in physiology.

"It's not just oxygen." Old Qian squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil. The cold frozen soil in his hand actually gave him a faint...warmth?

"This is not a geological anomaly." Old Qian raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the valley. "This is... a field. We have entered a special 'field'."

Looking at his spirited teammates, Zhao Feng was deeply moved.

No extraterrestrial objects have been found yet; the environment itself is beyond the scope of scientific explanation.

"Attention all personnel." Zhao Feng pressed the communicator, his voice becoming unusually serious. "Put on Level One alert. We may... have entered uncharted territory."

……

on the ridge.

Gu Qing nodded in satisfaction as he watched the group of previously listless expedition members suddenly become energetic.

[Ding! Gained +15 points of group credibility from the expedition team.]

[Reason: The conflict between sensory perception and data sparked a sense of awe towards the unknown.]

"It's only 15 PM? It's okay."

Gu Qing looked at the credit balance, which had become 22 points (67-60+15).

Although it was a huge expense, those 60 points were well spent.

Because of this "spiritual filter," when they unearthed the bronze box, they wouldn't simply think it was an ancient prank, but would instinctively associate it with the "supernatural."

This is Gu Qing's script logic: change the environment first, then introduce props.

"Keep looking, keep looking."

Gu Qing watched as Zhao Feng and the others, carrying detectors, approached the location where the bronze box was buried.

"The real start of this show will come when you dig up that seed."

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and Gu Qing's figure appeared even more mysterious in the interplay of light and shadow. He didn't linger any longer, turning and disappearing into the deeper mist.

The director's task is complete; now it's the actors' turn to perform their own solo acts.