I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

After those people were dragged away like trash, several Yellow Turban warriors skillfully made hand seals and unleashed several "cleaning spells".

The bloodstains and smell of gunpowder on the bluestone slab vanished instantly, and everything returned to normal, as if the so-called "invasion" had never happened.

The atmosphere in the square didn't become tense; instead, it was rather... dull.

The students returned to their groups in twos and threes, showing no panic and speaking in a calm tone as if discussing the trivialities of morning exercise.

"That's it? My sword isn't even warm yet."

"The reaction was too slow. When that person drew his gun, there was a clear preparatory movement in his shoulder, at least a 0.5-second stiffness. If it were a void creature from the Trial Tower, that 0.5 seconds would have been enough for me to die three times over."

"There's nothing we can do; these are living people, limited by their physical limits. Unlike those mad dog-like projections in the Trial Tower... To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

"Let's go, let's go back to meditate. We haven't finished today's morning prayers yet."

Li Guozhong stood aside, listening to these Versailles-like conversations, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

Although he didn't know the specific details of the "Trial Tower" and "Void Creatures" mentioned by these students, just from their nonchalant tone, he knew that the top mercenaries who struck fear into the hearts of various countries were probably not even considered "warm-up exercises" in their eyes.

This attitude of treating top-level threats with contempt is more alarming to Li Guozhong than a direct display of force.

This is a group of cultivators who have transcended worldly perceptions and possess extremely high vision.

And the creator of all this is standing on the edge of the high platform.

Gu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, the morning breeze ruffling his robes, his gaze calmly surveying the dispersing formation below. He didn't speak, but as long as he was there, these two thousand-plus arrogant "wolf cubs" became as docile as lambs.

Li Guozhong took a deep breath and composed himself, his emotions still somewhat fragmented from the shock.

He hesitated for a moment, then took two steps forward and stood to the side behind Gu Qing.

At this distance, he could clearly feel the overwhelming pressure.

Li Guozhong bowed slightly, his hands unconsciously pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, his tone more respectful and cautious than when he had arrived:

"That... Immortal Master."

Gu Qing didn't turn around, but just tilted her ear slightly.

Li Guozhong swallowed hard and continued, "Today's events are of great importance; the higher-ups will definitely ask for details. When we get back, how should I address you regarding today's report? And what about the aftermath of these prisoners…?"

Gu Qing slowly turned around.

The morning sun shone directly behind him, making his face appear somewhat blurred in the backlight, yet all the more sacred and inviolable.

Those eyes were calm and still, yet they seemed to be able to see through the deepest secrets in people's hearts.

"Gu Qing."

He uttered two words calmly.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a choice made after careful consideration. The primary reason for choosing to reveal one's identity is singular—

There is no force on Earth that can threaten him now.

Neither hydrogen bombs nor nuclear bombs have any meaning in the face of his level of power. It's not a difference in "strength" or "weakness," but a misalignment in dimensions.

Under these circumstances, continuing to act with multiple identities, aliases, or roundabout methods would be superfluous and inefficient. Rather than layering concealment, it's better to step into the limelight. What he's pursuing now is efficiency and certainty, not a sense of security.

This is not negligence, but rather a change in perspective.

Just as higher-dimensional beings look down on lower-dimensional worlds, many risks that once needed to be carefully avoided have been automatically eliminated from the options.

As for this shift in mindset, whether it was an inevitable result of his strength or a kind of "divinity" subtly eroding his judgment, even he himself couldn't give a clear answer for the time being.

Li Guozhong's body suddenly stiffened.

Gu Qing.

The name was like a key, instantly unlocking some dusty archives deep within his mind.

The name was like a key, instantly unlocking some dusty archives deep within his mind. In the top-secret database of Bureau 749, the guess and scattered clues about the surname "Gu" finally overlapped with the figure before him—the resemblance was too striking.

His pupils contracted instantly, his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and a storm raged within him.

Whether the person before you is the one in the archives or an ancient being who has been resurrected, in the face of this distance and this dimensional power, any further investigation is tantamount to courting death.

At this moment, the confirmation of identity brings not relief, but a deeper sense of awe.

He lowered his head, suppressing all his speculations, shock, and the turmoil churning within him, and made no intention of conducting a thorough investigation upon returning home.

His already slightly bent back bent even lower, almost a ninety-degree bow.

His voice was somewhat hoarse, yet it conveyed an unprecedented, absolute obedience:

"Yes... Principal Gu."

This address of "Principal Gu" was no longer a mere formality, but a kind of official, almost subservient confirmation.

The students in the front row heard the conversation and exchanged glances.

The youthful passion and sense of belonging to the sect were ignited at that moment.

Since even the director of a special national agency has bowed down, what are they waiting for?

Chu Tian took the first step forward, facing the high platform, cupped his fists above his head, and spoke in a clear, resonant voice that pierced the clouds:

"I will heed Principal Gu's teachings!"

Then, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

Lin Xiaolu, Wang Fugui, and the students present all stopped, turned around, faced the platform, and clasped their hands in greeting.

"Principal Gu!"

The voices of more than two thousand people converged, creating a rolling wave of sound, like a sudden clap of thunder, instantly shattering the surrounding swirling clouds.

The echoes reverberated among the empty, suspended islands, lingering for a long time.

This is more than just a title.

This is Kunlun University's declaration establishing sovereignty over this territory.

Gu Qing looked at the young and enthusiastic faces below, then glanced at Li Guozhong, who was bowing respectfully beside him, and nodded slightly.

He doesn't need tedious trials to prove anything, nor does he need to open any terrifying forbidden areas to scare anyone.

At this moment, the unanimous shouts of these two thousand disciples and the bowing of the head of a bureau chief from a major power are the best deterrent.

"Let's call it a day."

Gu Qing waved his sleeve, and his voice, calm yet clear, reached everyone's ears.

"Morning classes aren't over yet. Except for those who are responsible for guarding the spirit fields, everyone else, go back to your respective departments to cultivate."

"Don't think you can become complacent just because you've defeated a few mortals."

"The path to immortality is long and arduous; you've only just begun."

"yes!"

The three thousand disciples responded in unison, then dispersed in an orderly fashion, transforming into streaks of light that rushed toward the library, the alchemy room, and the trial tower.

There was no dragging things out, no arrogance or complacency.

This kind of self-discipline, ingrained in his very bones, made Li Guozhong's heart tremble once again.

Gu Qing turned around, no longer looking at the departing students, but instead looking back into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, leaving Li Guozhong with only an unfathomable back view.

"Director Li, you can go back now."

"Please pass on a message to the higher-ups for me."

Li Guozhong immediately perked up his ears: "Please speak."

"Kunlun doesn't concern himself with mundane matters, but he shouldn't let mundane matters bother him either."

"As long as you follow the rules, Kunlun is Kunlun of China."

Upon hearing this, Li Guozhong finally felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

This is exactly the promise that the person above most wanted to hear.

"Understood." Li Guozhong bowed deeply again. "Principal Gu, I'll take my leave now."

As the roar of the helicopter resumed, Li Guozhong, burdened with worries and carrying the name that could shake the highest levels of government, left this miraculous place.

Gu Qing remained standing on the edge of the cliff.

……