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Chapter 405 Starry Sky Laws, Federal Supreme Conference!
But this time.

Fang Qingyu was not added to the Yuanshi Kaitian Strategy.

Instead, it was added to the ultimate move, Falling Star.

Because it has just been upgraded to level 2, the physical burden is quite large.

So we need to take a break for now.

Anyway, I still have 5721 skill points left, which is quite sufficient.

"Remaining skill points"

Fang Qingyu's gaze shifted downwards.

Ultimately, it was locked onto the pinnacle of normal attack methods.

Ultimate Skill: Fallen Star Lv.1 (0/10000)

This is the ultimate killing technique in the Shattered Star Dou Kui inheritance, which condenses the power of star debris to simulate the collapse of stars and their fall from the sky.

With a single blow, everything was reduced to nothingness.

1500 skill points are instantly invested.

hum! ! !
Fang Qingyu's consciousness was instantly stripped away.

It was as if it had transformed into the stars themselves.

He felt as if he had become an eternally burning star.

It slowly rotates in the dead silence of the universe.

Intense light and heat are its breath.

Its pulse is the surging stellar magnetic storm.

Countless planets, like loyal subjects, orbit around it.

Time has lost its meaning.

He burns silently, releasing light and heat, sustaining the life of a star field.

Until the fuel runs out.

An irresistible gravitational collapse began.

The core is collapsing inwards rapidly.

The terrifying pressure will crush and reassemble the matter that makes up the stars.

Electrons are forced into the atomic nucleus and combine with protons to form neutrons.

The entire star perished amidst a desperate lament.

The volume shrinks dramatically.

The density is skyrocketing.

In the final moment, the star core, compressed to its limit, suddenly burst forth with light beyond its bounds.

A supernova explosion.

Unimaginable destructive energy swept across the universe.

The planets orbiting it were instantly vaporized.

The space was torn open with dark cracks.

In the instant before consciousness was completely swallowed up by that ultimate destruction.

Fang Qingyu "saw" it.

I witnessed the end of the stars' destruction.

That black hole, collapsing to its limit and swallowing all light!
That's this moment.

Fang Qingyu woke up.

A hint of lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

It felt as if my body had just experienced a massive stellar explosion from the inside out.

【Ultimate Skill: Fallen Star Lv.1 (0/10000) → Lv.5 (Max)!】

The fall of the planet is complete!

The true meaning of "falling star" is not merely to simulate the destruction caused by a falling star.

It simulates the ultimate process of a star's life ending, from its peak to its decline, from life to death, and finally giving birth to a black hole that devours everything in its extreme destruction.

A state of perfection.

This will allow Fang Qingyu to master this ultimate technique.

Reached a whole new level.

Power, range, and control over the consumption of one's own power.
Both have made a qualitative leap.

Skill points remaining: 4221.

There are 1400 skill points here that absolutely cannot be touched, because they should be reserved for the Primordial Creation Strategy.

As for his acting skills, they're phenomenal.
There's no need to use skill points to add points for now.

Because of practicing the Primordial Creation Strategy, one will naturally gain experience in this fundamental technique.

Like now.

【Original Technique 1: Creation of Heaven (6281/150000)】.

Fang Qingyu had just completed 10 simulations and now had over 6,000 experience points.

Therefore, there are currently 2821 skill points available for allocation.

Next, Fang Qingyu scanned the dazzling array of martial arts techniques and skills on the diagram.

Undying Starry Sky, Eternal Star Abyss, Celestial Traces, Flowing Traces of the Universe, Star Remains.
Improving any one of these aspects will lead to a significant increase in combat power.

However, skill points are limited.

Therefore, priorities must be distinguished.

Fang Qingyu frowned and continued looking down.

The Formless Heart Sutra can improve the Willpower attribute, but it is sufficient for now, so there is no need to invest 800 points to upgrade it to perfection.

Keep going until you see the very bottom.

Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up immediately, and he almost forgot the real meaning.

The section titled "[True Meaning]" is a separate section.

The true meaning of dragon, the true meaning of thunder, and the true meaning of fire at the Great Perfection Realm.

And the newly acquired 【Starry Sky True Meaning Lv.1 (0/1000)】.

True meaning is the key to a higher realm.

Especially the true meaning of the starry sky.

As the core essence of the Shattered Star Dou Kui, it shares the same origin as the power of the Star Remains and the Fallen Star Killing Move.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu hardly hesitated.

150 skill points are instantly invested.

hum!
Consciousness was gently enveloped once again.

This time, it's not the destruction of stars that will lead to ruin.

Instead, they wander among the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Fang Qingyu felt as if he had transformed into a ray of the purest starlight.

Travel freely through the cold and vast universe.

It swept past the swirling dust belt of the nebula.

Passing through the burning corona of a star.

Dancing in a massive gaseous planetary storm.

It revolves around the cold, lifeless, rocky planet.

He was no longer passively experiencing the loneliness and grandeur of the stars.

Instead, they integrate into it.

He "heard" the whispers of the stars.

I felt the joy of a nebula giving birth to a new star.

It touched the gravitational ripples that warped spacetime at the edge of the black hole's event horizon.

The stars are no longer cold, lifeless celestial bodies.

They seemed to have come to life.

Each has its own unique "breath" and "pulse".

The flow of starlight, the tides of gravity, the pulsation of magnetic fields.
They have all become the most authentic language of the universe.

An unprecedented sense of intimacy and control arose spontaneously.

It was as if the entire starry sky had become an extension of his limbs.

Where there is a will, there is starlight!

【星空真意 Lv.1（0/1000）→ Lv.2（0/2000）→ Lv.3（0/3000）→ Lv.4（0/4000）→ Lv.5（Max）！】

The true meaning of the starry sky, perfect!
Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes seemed to reflect the entire swirling galaxy.

Profound, vast, and all-encompassing.

Thoughts moved slightly.

No need to deliberately urge it.

The faint starlight scattered throughout the suite converged instantly, like subjects summoned by a king.

It flowed and leaped joyfully around him.

Like an arm and a finger!

"Is this the true meaning of the perfect starry sky?"

Fang Qingyu opened his palm.

A pure starlight materialized in the palm of my hand.

Depending on his will, it would sometimes transform into a rotating miniature star vortex, sometimes stretch into a dazzling blade of light, and sometimes scatter like fireflies.

Control at will, exquisite to the finest degree!
It is far more vibrant and dynamic than the starlight it gathered before.

at the same time.

Below the Shattered Star Dominator's panel, a new line of golden notifications suddenly lit up:

[The true meaning of the starry sky has reached its perfect state, meeting the requirements for advancement!]

[Would you like to consume 1000 skill points to advance to 'Starry Sky Law'?]

"finally come!"

Fang Qingyu made up his mind and answered without hesitation: "Yes!"

Boom——

The instant 1000 skill points disappeared.

Fang Qingyu's consciousness seemed to be completely ripped out by an irresistible force.

There were no longer any specific images of stars in front of me.

Instead, they were reflecting on it.

It constitutes the most fundamental and basic logic of the universe's celestial bodies.

How does gravity bend spacetime?

How does matter fuse in the core of a star?
How is energy transferred between celestial bodies?
How does space fold in a gravitational field?
How does time warp near a black hole?
A torrent of information, profound and obscure yet containing the profound truth of simplicity.

Like a floodgate bursting, it surged wildly into Fang Qingyu's Purple Mansion.

The blue lotus rooted in the Purple Palace swayed wildly.

The natural Dao patterns engraved on the lotus petals burst forth with an unprecedented radiance.

In the center of the lotus platform.

The solidified nascent form of the primordial spirit sat cross-legged.

His hands formed a mysterious hand seal.

Between the eyebrows.

A single, dazzling starlight mark slowly emerged.

Like a third eye.

It frantically absorbed and analyzed, imprinting itself with the surging torrent of laws.

pain!

A pain that tears your soul apart.

It was as if there were countless red-hot branding irons.

He forcefully imprinted these most fundamental rules of the universe onto the very essence of his soul.

But in this extreme pain.

Fang Qingyu felt an unprecedented sense of clarity!
Many obscure and unclear aspects of my past spiritual practice.

At this moment, it's like the clouds have parted to reveal the sun.

suddenly see the light!
Understanding starlight, mastering gravity, and perceiving space.
In an instant, it leaped to a completely new dimension!

【Starry Sky Truth Lv.5 (Max)】→【Starry Sky Law Lv.1 (0/10000)】!
The rules were initially established.

The starlight lingered in the room.

Federation, Kamijing City.

Top floor of the headquarters building of the Sanctuary Authority.

The circular conference room, which could accommodate 100 people, was packed to capacity.

That's why they're here.

At the very least, they would be the heads of the municipal authorities in major cities, or powerful generals in the federal military with significant military strength.

The aura of the fourth rank was uniformly deep and heavy.

Since the meeting hadn't started yet, everyone was talking quietly.

After all, with the Ghostly Rewards now in full force, normal transportation has been completely paralyzed, so everyone wants to get together.

That's quite difficult.

Only certain special modes of transportation, and those at the third tier and above, can fly.

Only then can one travel freely throughout the world.

"Old Wu, how are the losses in Qingjian? I heard Fang Qingyu went back and wreaked havoc last night?"

Zhao Qiming from Songdu City lowered his voice and asked Wu Yu, the director of the Qingjian City Bureau, who was standing next to him.

Wu Yu's facial muscles twitched, and he said in a low voice, annoyed, "The people were saved, and the siege was lifted! But they were like leeches, taking every last feather from me. They didn't leave me a single one of those dozen or so third-tier life beads! This kid's gotten smarter now, he kills and runs, we can't even catch him!"

Zhao Qiming nodded vigorously in agreement: "Who says it isn't! It happened to me too! He cleaned up the whole beach, and all we found were two Tier 3 beads! He took the rest! He's not here to help, he's here to collect rent!"

"Shh!"

A bureau chief from the main city of the northern ice plains made a shushing gesture.

He gestured with his eyes to the two rows of seats that had been deliberately left empty at the front of the conference room, and said in a low voice, "Say less, the main people haven't arrived yet. Old Hong and the others will be here today."

Upon hearing those words, Zhao Qiming and Wu Yu's expressions turned serious, and they immediately fell silent.

A hint of awe involuntarily flashed across his eyes.

"Those" refers to the true pillars of the Federation.

He usually sits in charge of the Boundless Corridor.

An existence that firmly keeps the gods outside the human world!
Boundless Corridor.

That is the distorted boundary between the realm of the banished gods and the human world.

Extending infinitely, a labyrinth of complexities, filled with spatial turbulence and temporal traps.

It is the frontline fortress guarding humanity.

However, the gods have now descended in full force.

Therefore, there is no need to continue guarding that place.

squeak-

The heavy conference room door was pushed open silently.

The conversation abruptly stopped.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Hong Qitian walked in first.

He was still wearing his old cotton-padded jacket, faded from washing and with worn cuffs, and black cloth shoes with a bit of mud on his feet.

His hair was gray and messy.

He looked like an old farmer who had just returned from working in the fields.

behind him.

Followed by seven or eight figures.

Their appearance.

The moment made all the fourth-tier powerhouses in the conference room feel their breath catch in their throats.

The leader.

He was extremely tall with a large frame, and wore a dark yellow cloak made of some kind of animal hide.

His exposed skin was bronze in color, and his muscles were gnarled and twisted like the roots of an old tree.

His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, as if carved by a knife and axe.

What's most striking about him is his eyes.

The pupils were pure gold.

The opening and closing motion resembles flowing molten gold.

As my gaze swept across, the air seemed to distort slightly as if it were being scorched.

Second place.

He was an elderly man with a completely different temperament.

He was wearing a simple gray cloth robe that had been starched until it was faded.

He was slender and had an ordinary face, but his eyes were unusually peaceful and deep.

It seems to encompass all things and see through all the illusions of the world.

He moved silently.

It's as if they've blended into their surroundings.

Yet it also gives people a sense of vastness that is everywhere.

Third place.
Fourth place.
Each of them exuded an aura as deep as the sea.

It can be as blazing as the sun, as cold as an abyss, or as ethereal as a cloud.

Various forms.

Yet they all exuded a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the fourth rank.

Level five!

These are the structures that guard the Boundless Corridor.

The true guardian who has shielded humanity from the prying eyes of the gods for hundreds of years.

Among this group of people.

There were about four or five women, all of whom looked extremely young.

The most eye-catching one was a girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

She was wearing a light purple palace dress embroidered with silver star and moon patterns.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, casually tied up with a simple wooden hairpin.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

But in those large, clear black and white eyes...

At this moment, however, it was filled with impatience and morning grumpiness.

She yawned widely and rubbed her eyes, oblivious to everyone around her.

He muttered to himself, "I haven't been out for so long, and now that I'm out, you old man drag me out for a meeting. Remember to make it up to me later."

A crisp, slightly childish complaint rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the somber and tense conference room.

Everyone held their breath.

He looked at Hong Qitian with a strange expression.

Hong Qitian, who was sitting in the first seat, didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply replied slowly in his thick country accent, "Sure, how about I give you this seat? You can sit here and sleep as long as you want. This old man is going home to farm."

"Tch!" The girl rolled her eyes, looking disgusted. "Forget it! Only an idiot would do such a thankless job!"

She spoke, ignoring everyone else.

He walked straight to the empty first seat in the first row next to Hong Qitian.

Pull out the high-backed chair that was clearly reserved for heavyweights.

He sat down.

Her legs even swung around rather unseemly a couple of times.

The other fifth-tier powerhouses seemed to have long been accustomed to her style.

They smiled silently to each other.

The giant with golden eyes grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

A booming voice: "Sister Crescent Moon is still so energetic."

The old man in the gray robe nodded slightly.

They each took their seats below the girl.

The two empty rows of seats were quickly filled.

Just when everyone thought the meeting was about to begin.

The conference room door was pushed open again.

A tall, upright figure strode in.

The newcomer was dressed in a well-fitting, dark blue Federal Marshal uniform with gold stars adorning his epaulets.

His face was resolute, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

His gait was powerful and majestic, exuding an aura of authority and ruthless ruthlessness.

He was Hong Qitian's son.

The current Director General of the Federal Bureau of Control and one of the Supreme Commanders of the military.

He is also known as the strongest person in the human world.

Hong Qitian!
He walked in.

My gaze habitually swept towards the head of the table at the very front.

Then, he abruptly stopped.

The serious and cold expression on his face froze instantly.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

There stood his father, Hong Qitian.

He sat calmly and steadily in the seat that should have been his.

She even leaned back comfortably.

Changed to a more comfortable position.

Hong Qitian: "."

A feeling of helplessness and frustration rushed to my head.

He resisted the urge to rub his forehead.

A clear voice rang out directly in Hong Qitian's mind: "No, Dad, you sit here, where am I supposed to sit?!"

Hong Qitian seemed to wake up from a dream.

The cloudy old eyes blinked.

He slowly uttered an "oh".

He then stood up.

His gaze swept toward the first row next to him.

The girl in palace attire sitting at the head of the table, swinging her legs, sat to the left.

The one sitting there was the old man in the gray robe with a calm and profound aura.

Hong Qitian took a step forward.

He stretched out his calloused, large-knuckled hand.

He patted the old man in the gray robe on the shoulder without any hesitation.

"Old Meng, make way, sit in the back."

The peaceful expression on the face of the gray-robed old man surnamed Meng froze instantly.

She looked up at Hong Qitian with a helpless expression: "Qitian, how can you have no respect for the elderly and care for the young at all?"

Hong Qitian said confidently and loudly, "Yes! I'm just a bit younger than you! You have to care for the young!"

puff-

The girl in palace attire sitting at the head of the table couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She smiled.

It was like lighting a fuse.

The other fifth-tier powerhouses couldn't hold back any longer either.

The giant with golden eyes slapped his thigh and let out a thunderous laugh: "Hahaha! Old Meng, did you hear that? You're supposed to be a little cute! Move aside!"

The fourth-rank generals in the conference room were all flushed with suppressed anger.

His shoulders were shaking wildly.

I wanted to laugh but dared not laugh out loud.

The elderly man surnamed Meng was so choked that his eyes rolled back.

In the end, all I could do was shake my head helplessly.

He stood up with a wry smile.

By the way.

The seats in the first row were arranged like dominoes.

It was moved back one position.

Hong Qitian sat down in the seat offered by the elderly man surnamed Meng with an air of nonchalance.

He waved to Hong Qitian, who was still standing at the door with a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Alright, alright, I've cleared out a spot for you. Hurry up, don't waste everyone's time."

Hong Qitian took a deep breath.

A vein throbbed on his forehead.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to drag his own father out.

He walked with slightly heavy steps.

He walked to the main seat, which symbolized one of the highest powers in the Federation, and sat down.

Just about to speak.

However, Hong Qitian suddenly took out his phone and asked the screen, "How is it? Can you hear me?!"

Fang Qingyu's voice came from the phone.

"can."

Hong Qitian then looked at Hong Qitian and said, "Alright, let's begin. This kid is busy killing ghosts and doesn't have time to come over. I'll have him listen in via video."

Hong Qitian's lips twitched again.

He collected himself.

The helplessness on his face was instantly replaced by a cold expression.

A chilling, iron-blooded aura spread out.

The meeting room became completely silent.

"The meeting begins."

Hong Qitian's voice was steady and powerful.

His gaze first fell on the general in charge of equipment and logistics: "Transportation situation."

A fourth-tier general with two gold stars on his shoulders stood up abruptly, his voice booming: "Report to the Director-General! The third-generation 'Mysterious Bird' large transport shuttle has expanded to 33 production lines! The maximum capacity of a single unit is 765 people, and its maximum speed is stable at the level of a peak third-tier to early fourth-tier martial artist. It can ignore most complex terrains and interference from low-tier life ghosts!"

He paused, then said decisively, "According to the highest directive, the production line will be expanded to 100 within three months! Within a year, initial coverage of major city nodes throughout the Federation will be completed."

“Very good.” Hong Qitian nodded slightly. “Speed ​​is the lifeline. Allocate resources to this plan and prioritize it to the highest level.”

"Yes!"

The general sat down.

Hong Qitian turned his gaze to the official in charge of intelligence gathering: "Defense situation in each city, force field depletion."

Another sharp-looking fourth-tier intelligence officer stood up: "Report! As of two hours before the meeting, the average energy loss of all cities in the Federation that have activated city-level shield force fields is 7.3%! When relying on force fields for defensive operations, the casualty ratio of each city is less than 1:300! Our casualties are negligible."

This statement came out.

The tense atmosphere in the meeting room noticeably eased.

Fighting using force field shields is the Federation's core strategy in response to a full-scale invasion.

In retrospect, the results have been remarkable.

"However," the intelligence officer changed the subject, his expression turning somewhat strange, "there have been some imbalances in the kill count statistics."

"Hmm?" Hong Qitian raised an eyebrow.

The intelligence officer pulled up a map of the Federation.

The density of ghosts and the kill statistics for each area are marked with different colors.

Several large urban areas were visible along the southern coast of the Federation.

The scarlet bars represent the number of kills.

Like a crane standing out from the crowd of chickens.

It far surpasses all other regions!
"These are Qingjian, Songdu, Haiyan, and Nanzhu. These are the cities?" Hong Qitian recognized them at a glance.

The intelligence officer nodded, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and admiration: "Yes. According to reports from the city management bureaus, Colonel Fang Qingyu seems to be stationed frequently in these southern cities recently."

He paused, then added, "Whenever a large-scale gathering of ghosts is detected, forming a siege of the city's force field, Colonel Fang will appear in a very short time and carry out a swift and decisive cleanup."

Hong Qitian's face showed a thoughtful expression.

He then said, "Then tell him to travel to other cities more often, instead of staying in the same few cities all the time. The people there also need training."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the other person to reply.

A voice came from the phone in front of Hong Qitian, "Yes!"

Hong Qitian then remembered
Fang Qingyu is currently holding a video conference remotely.

He coughed twice and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Ask other people.

"Registration status of martial arts schools in various cities for military service."

The official in charge of mobilization immediately stood up: "Reporting to the Director! Since the truth was revealed and the film was released worldwide, the public's reaction has far exceeded expectations!"

He spoke rapidly and with great enthusiasm: "To date, the total number of people who have registered with martial arts schools at all levels across the Federation seeking extraordinary enlightenment has reached 18742121, and the number of new registrants per day is growing rapidly at a rate of over 3%. Meanwhile, the number of formal military enlistment applications received by the Federal Military Department, the Bureau of Divine Management, and the various city guard systems has exceeded 541 million."

As soon as this number comes out.

Even the fifth-tier experts in the front row were moved.

The girl in palace attire stopped swaying her legs.

"Not bad." Hong Qitian nodded in satisfaction. "Send orders to all cities to concentrate resources and speed up the selection and training process."

"Yes!"

Then Hong Qitian placed his hands on the table.

Stand up and lean forward slightly.

A chilling, iron-blooded aura permeated the air.

"However, what happened before today was just a prelude."

He pressed the remote control in his hand.

A circular light curtain lit up in the center of the conference room.

A chilling scene unfolds.

It was a vast continent that appeared out of nowhere in the central region of the vast Pacific Ocean.

The footage was taken by a high-altitude satellite.

It can be seen clearly.

Countless veins, like blood vessels and tendons, spread and pulsate across the land surface.

Wherever it passed, the barren rock layers were quickly covered with a dark red color, like a living fungal carpet.

On the fungal carpet, countless grotesque and ferocious spirits busied themselves like ants.

They carried bones and rocks that gleamed with a dark luster.

They built up twisted and bizarre nests and fortresses.

What's even more chilling is...

The satellite image is zoomed in.

You can see the sea area at the edge of the continent.

Densely packed with marine creatures of various shapes and sizes, amphibious spirits.

It is continuously emerging from the deep sea.

Like a pilgrimage, they climbed onto this continent that belonged to them.

"Everyone."

"The continent you see appeared in the Pacific Ocean in less than 48 hours, and its area is still expanding."

"It has been confirmed that this is a settlement built by the Fate Demons themselves after their full-scale descent. It is called the Bone Continent."

"They used their abilities to raise land from the seabed, so that it could be seen from the south of our continent."

"Currently, apart from small-scale Fate Ghost tribes, all other Fate Ghosts are gathering towards this continent."

Hong Qitian's gaze swept across the entire room.

"Therefore, the Federation's primary strategic goal for the future is..."

"The only way for us to survive is to flatten this continent and annihilate all the evil spirits on it. As long as it exists, humanity will never have peace!"

"All war zones, research institutions, and logistics support departments! From this moment on, develop all possible offensive plans, allocate resources, infiltrate intelligence, and integrate forces around the Bone Continent. I want you to focus all your energy on this goal."

"This is not an exercise, this is not a contingency plan discussion, this is a war mobilization order! Understand?!"

"clear!!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the conference room.

The eyes of all the generals and officials were filled with the flames of war.

Hong Qitian took a deep breath.

I pressed the remote control.

The images on the light screen change.

This time.

It is suspended in mid-air.

The figure was enveloped in a soft yet undeniably powerful golden light.

He has a human-like appearance.

The face was blurred in the halo.

Only a pair of golden eyes.

It was filled with an indifferent disdain, as if looking down on ants, and an unquestionable majesty.

Below Him.

It is a city block that has been partially destroyed.

Amidst the ruins and broken walls.

There were many corpses lying on the ground, dressed in the uniforms of the Sanctuary Bureau and the City Guard.

One of the corpses stood out.

He was dressed in a general's uniform, and a pure golden beam of light pierced his chest.

His face was frozen with anger and defiance.

“Ancestral Spirit-level deity, Miao Hong.”

Hong Qitian's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

"This is a tragedy that occurred yesterday evening in Loulan City, Western Desert Province."

His finger pointed to the general's corpse on the screen.

"The fourth-tier Martial Venerable Chen Dingshan, who came to provide support, has fallen in battle!"

"Including those who sacrificed their lives, there were three peak-level Tier 3 soldiers, seventeen Tier 3 core members, and one thousand and eighty-seven ordinary soldiers and civilians who were unable to evacuate in time."

One number after another.

The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped to freezing.

Even the expressions of those fifth-tier experts darkened completely.

“Miao Hong.” Hong Qitian stared at the golden figure on the light screen. “Based on cross-referencing information from ancient book fragments and ruins murals, it has been basically confirmed that he is the ancestral spirit worshipped by a small tribe in ancient times. He is the weakest among the gods.”

"Weakest"

Someone muttered to themselves, their voice hoarse.

A very weak god.

He easily killed a fourth-tier Martial Venerable.

It destroyed almost half the city!

Hong Qitian's gaze swept across the entire room:

"I'm releasing this case today not to demoralize you, but to tell you, and all the superhumans in the Federation, how to deal with a god you can't possibly defeat?"

He pointed to Miao Hong's indifferent golden eyes on the screen.

"If you encounter such a foolish deity, never confront them head-on, never try to fight them head-on."

"Idiot?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Yes, you idiot."

Hong Qitian's tone became more forceful.

“For ancestral spirits like Miao Hong, who are at the lowest level, their thinking is often still stuck in an extremely ancient or even rigid stage. When they descend into this world, their first reaction is not to explore or communicate, but to instinctively believe that mortals must unconditionally believe, obey, and worship the gods! Those who disobey will die!”

He took a deep breath.

"When faced with such a foolish god, put away your bloodlust, put away your indomitable spirit, and put your pride aside for now."

"Let the people below teach those stubborn, headstrong guys in the bureau a lesson, and let them learn to feel resentful."

"It's frustrating, but there's nothing I can do about it."

His voice carried a heavy sense of helplessness.

"Even the weakest god is at the fifth rank, and our Federation's fifth-rank gods cannot instantly appear in every location. Until reinforcements arrive, the only thing you can do is..."

Hong Qitian spoke slowly and deliberately.

The command was uttered with perfect clarity:
"Obey Him, appease Him, even if it's just to appear devout, even if it's just to actually kneel down, pray, and fulfill His possibly absurd and ridiculous requests, it doesn't matter!"

There was dead silence in the conference room.

Only Hong Qitian's voice echoed.

"You've made him happy."

"Wait until I arrive, or until other seniors arrive."

"They died."

(End of this chapter)