I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

The Investiture of the Gods!

When these three words resounded like a great bell in the Kunlun Command Hall, they echoed deep within the souls of everyone present.

The researchers, who had just been full of energy due to the merit infusion, were now frozen in place, their expressions shifting from ecstasy to shock.

Investiture of the Gods?

Is it the Investiture of the Gods, the list in mythology that established the order of the three realms, divided the ranks of immortals and gods, and put Jiang Ziya in charge of the universe?

Aren't we working on quantum entanglement and rule compilation?

Aren't we building a new era of materialistic heavenly court?

Why did the style suddenly change, jumping straight to the creation myth?

Academician Sun Mingde's mouth was agape, his white eyebrows trembling uncontrollably. He felt that his cardiovascular system, which had just been repaired by the golden light of merit, was showing signs of being overloaded again.

Qian Youmin was the first person to break free from this massive information overload.

His mind was not blank; on the contrary, the moment Li Chen finished speaking, his core of thought, strengthened by the golden light of merit, began to operate at a terrifying speed that surpassed that of a supercomputer.

Investiture of the Gods... Rules and Dao Artifacts... Servers...

Countless keywords collided, deconstructed, and reassembled in his mind.

After the initial shock, what surged into my heart was not awe of mythology, but a kind of almost frenzied passion belonging to top scientists!

This is... this is the ultimate universe!

To solidify the ethereal divine positions, fortunes, and rules onto a hardware in a way that can be defined, programmed, and executed!

This is hardly a myth.

This is a cosmic-level operating system!

It is the ultimate form of the continuation of civilization!

"What are you all standing there for!"

Qian Youmin turned around abruptly. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like an electric current, instantly piercing through everyone's stunned silence.

"Record! Analyze! Model!"

His eyes lit up as he rushed to the holographic screen and pointed at the magnificent structural diagram of Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum.

"Team One, immediately begin 3D physical modeling and energy flow simulation of the underground palace based on the structural diagrams provided by the Dragon Lord! I need to see the complete energy conduction path within three hours!"

"Group Two, Mental Perception Department, immediately analyze the concept of 'Terracotta Warriors'! Is it a remnant of spiritual imprints, or an independent collection of consciousness? What is their dormant mode? What is their awakening threshold?"

"Group Three, Materials Science!"

He looked at Sun Mingde, "Old Sun! The Twelve Golden Men! Metal that the First Emperor used to suppress the dragon veins of the Nine Provinces, and that the Dragon Lord called 'furnace', what the hell is this thing? Antimatter?"

Neutron star materials? Or a textured alloy that we can't even comprehend?!

The entire command hall instantly transformed from deathly silence into a bustling, buzzing hub of activity.

"Report! The underground palace's structure is far more complex than anticipated; its spatial structure appears to exhibit non-Euclidean features!"

"The energy signals of the Terracotta Army's fighting spirits are extremely weak, but they exhibit a high degree of collective synchronization, like...like a quantum computer cluster in standby mode!"

"Team Leader Qian, I have a question..."

A young programmer adjusted his glasses and timidly raised his hand. "Um... for the operating system of 'Investiture of the Gods'... should we use our self-developed Tiangong OS, or... modify the Linux kernel? After all, the latter is more stable..."

"roll!"

Without turning his head, Qian Youmin roared, "This is a rule-based artifact, not your personal computer! Every line of its code is a heavenly law!"

Although he was roaring, Qian Youmin's mind was perfectly clear.

He forced himself to calm down and broke down this seemingly impossible task into actionable steps.

"Phase One: Deciphering. Thoroughly analyze the underground palace map given by the Dragon Lord and establish a complete physical and superdimensional energy model."

"Phase Two: Connection. Research and deploy the National Fortune Injection Port, which can connect the energy of the Kunlun Array with the core of the underground palace."

"Phase Three: Forging. Awaken the battle spirit, activate the golden statue, and officially begin reforging the Investiture of the Gods."

He took a deep breath, walked to the most central communications station in the command hall, and connected to the red hotline that went directly to Tian Ting.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Comrade Youmin."

A calm and authoritative voice came from the other side.

"Commander."

Qian Youmin stood at attention, his voice trembling slightly, "The Dragon Lord... has issued a new mission."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were waiting for something to say.

Qian Youmin said clearly, word by word: "The mission is... to recreate the Investiture of the Gods."

A long silence.

After a long while, the voice rang out again, without asking what the Investiture of the Gods was or whether it was possible; it simply asked a question calmly.

"What do you need?"

Qian Youmin's heart skipped a beat.

This is China!

No matter how incredible the challenge, my first reaction is always...

What to do!

"I need... authorization from the entire country."

Qian Youmin's voice became incredibly firm, "I need to mobilize all available resources to seal off the area surrounding Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum, designating it as the highest-level restricted zone, Zone Zero. I need... the entire nation's strength to cooperate with us in accomplishing this... miracle."

"allow."

The reply from the other end of the phone was just one word.

"Project code name?"

Qian Youmin glanced at the three ancient characters on the screen and blurted them out.

"Investiture of the Gods".

The phone hangs up.

Almost simultaneously, a series of supreme orders were issued from the East, spreading like invisible radio waves throughout the entire national apparatus.

Countless people were woken up from their sleep, and countless departments began to operate urgently.

One after another, the most elite troops began to silently advance towards the ancient capital of Chang'an under the guise of exercises.

Throughout China, this lion, which had been dormant for a century, after displaying the majesty of a dragon to the world, for the first time, silently channeled all its strength into a single rope for a seemingly absurd goal.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

White House.

The US president has just ended a tirade that shattered his dignity.

He sent someone to the Chinese embassy to subtly inquire how to participate in the "exam of divine grace."

The reply I received was just one word.

"Ineligible."

In Moscow.

The Kremlin spokesperson had just concluded a press conference, announcing unconditional support for all of China's proposals at the United Nations. Their ambassador to China received a polite reply.

"Religion is free, but the gate to the Kingdom of Heaven is narrow. Ladies and gentlemen, please understand this for yourselves."