I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The night in Kunlun was cold and the wind was biting.

Golmud, the city closest to the Taoist temple, is destined to be sleepless tonight.

It was already 8 p.m., the peak of the Spring Festival travel rush. In the square of Golmud Railway Station, the crowded people were wrapped in thick down jackets, shivering in the minus 20-degree wind, their breath forming a hazy mist.

"Family members, the wind here is like a knife!"

A live streamer, holding his phone close to his face, shouted, "I heard Kunlun Mountain was closed, so I wanted to try my luck and take some pictures of the snow, but all I got was wind... Holy crap?!"

The anchor's voice suddenly changed, and he almost dropped his phone.

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

[What's wrong, host?]

Did you see a Yeti?

[Wait...look behind us! Is that the aurora borealis?]

The anchor didn't have time to reply. He stared blankly with his mouth agape, stiffly turned around, and pointed the camera at the dark night sky.

In the direction of the Kunlun Mountains to the south, the sky, which should have been shrouded in darkness, was now being torn apart by streaks of dazzling light.

That wasn't the aurora or a shooting star.

That was a "river of light" formed by more than two thousand figures!

At the very front of this river of light, dozens of exceptionally dazzling rainbows streaked across the sky. These were elite disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage or those who possessed flying artifacts. They rode their artifacts at lightning speed, leaving trails of flame that lingered in the night sky.

Below them, even more disciples in green robes, adorned with speed-traveling talismans, sped across the rugged snow-covered road. Their speed surpassed that of moving cars, their figures flashing like ghosts across the snow, each stride covering several meters.

"A...flying man?!"

In the square, thousands of passengers, whether queuing, eating instant noodles, or dozing off, all turned their gazes in that direction. The bustling station square fell into a deathly silence in that instant.

Immediately following was a deafening roar of exclamations.

"It's a deity! A deity from Mount Kunlun has descended!"

"My God, is that a sword? Is that a sword under that person's feet?"

"Take a picture! This life has been worth living!"

……

CA8902 flight at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

In the cockpit, Old Zhang was idly looking at the instrument panel. This was a flight from Lhasa to Xi'an, currently cruising smoothly over the edge of the Kunlun Mountains.

"Tower, CA8902 reporting, altitude 10800, airflow stable."

The words had barely left his mouth when the co-pilot suddenly let out a strange scream, as if someone had been choked: "Captain... Captain! Starboard! There's an unidentified flying object escorting us on the starboard side!"

Old Zhang's heart skipped a beat; his first thought was that they had encountered a foreign military reconnaissance plane. He abruptly turned his head to look at the right-hand window.

The next second, he felt his worldview shatter into pieces.

Less than 500 meters above the plane, a figure dressed in a blue Taoist robe stood with his hands behind his back.

He was a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old, standing on a Ruyi scepter that emitted a crimson light. At an altitude of ten thousand meters in minus fifty degrees Celsius, in a gale of eight hundred kilometers per hour, his robes fluttered in the wind, but his hair remained perfectly in place.

The young man seemed to notice the plane's gaze, turned his head, and smiled slightly at the two people in the cockpit through the thick glass, even politely cupping his hands in greeting.

"This...which airline is this...?" Old Zhang muttered to himself, his mind blank.

Before he could figure it out, the red light beneath the young man's feet suddenly intensified.

"call out--"

A red line instantly outpaced the Boeing passenger plane and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye, leaving only a trail of clouds torn apart by the sonic boom.

Old Zhang grabbed the radio with trembling hands, his voice hoarse: "Tower... this is CA8902... I want to report... someone... someone is speeding..."

……

VIP passage at Golmud Railway Station.

Compared to the fleeting glimpse from the sky, the impact on the ground is much more direct.

Although most disciples still have to take the high-speed rail home, their entrance was enough to leave mortals breathless.

A long cordon was set up next to the special passage urgently opened by the 749th Bureau and local police.

More than two thousand young people, dressed in thin Taoist robes and carrying long swords or baggage, walked slowly into the station in neat square formations, like a silent army.

They lacked the weariness and anxiety of ordinary people; each of their eyes shone with an alarming brightness in the night. It was the outward manifestation of their abundant vitality after long periods of breathing in spiritual energy.

Outside the cordon, countless ordinary people stood on tiptoe to watch, and flashes of light filled the air.

"Wow, that guy is so handsome! He looked at me!"

"Aren't they cold? Wearing only one layer in such heavy snow?"

"This is what cultivators are like... their aura is truly different from ours."

In the group, Zhang Kai, the disciple who had previously tried to use his lightness technique to play basketball on the mountain, was now walking in the group with a tense face and his eyes fixed straight ahead.

He heard the screams of the girls around him and felt the extremely envious gazes.

He felt like a kitten was scratching inside him, making him incredibly itchy. This feeling of being the center of attention was simply amazing! He wished he could jump up right now and dunk to cheer everyone on.

But just as a smile was about to appear on his lips, Gu Qing's icy, chilling voice from half an hour earlier suddenly echoed in his mind:

"To display your meager skills before mortals...aren't you ashamed?"

Zhang Kai shuddered, and the thoughts that were about to float away were instantly suppressed.

No laughing! Be aloof! Be composed!

The dean said, this is a test of the mind!

Thus, the onlookers witnessed this scene: the group of cultivators, though of different ages, all had the same expression, with cold faces and indifferent eyes, as if the hustle and bustle of the mortal world had long been irrelevant to them.

This forced "detachment" only reinforces their image as "superior people."

"Look! That's the demeanor of an immortal!" someone in the crowd exclaimed. "Unperturbed by honor or disgrace, regarding all living beings as nothing—truly remarkable!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kai straightened his back even more.

……

G2024 high-speed train special.

As the train left Golmud, the scenery outside the window changed from snow-capped mountains to desert, and then gradually the city lights appeared.

The air of superiority that had been hanging over him in the carriage finally broke.

"Phew—I'm exhausted!"

Zhang Kai plopped down in the leather chair, slumping without any regard for appearances. "Walking around with an air of importance is more tiring than doing a horse stance!"

"Alright, stop complaining." The senior student next to me was fiddling with the black "patrol warrant," looking excited. "Look at the app! A new mission has been added!"

This sentence instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the entire carriage.

Everyone took out their phones. Since coming down the mountain, their phones had automatically connected to Kunlun's main system and downloaded an app called "Kunlun Patrol".

At this moment, as the train sped along, tiny dots of light began to appear on the map page of the app.

[Warning: Yellow-level psionic energy fluctuations detected 200 kilometers ahead, in the northern suburbs of Xining City.]

[Task Description: Strange noises are frequently heard at night from the unfinished construction site, suspected to be the awakening of a spirit bound to the earth.]

[Reward: 5 low-grade spirit stones.]

"Holy crap! We have a mission!"

Zhang Kai jumped up suddenly, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Xining! That's my station! That monster is mine! Nobody can take it from me!"

"Why should I? I'm also getting off in Xining!"

"I contribute the most! I'm a body cultivator, so my skin is tough and I can withstand monsters!"

The carriage instantly descended into chaos. The relaxed feeling of "going home for the New Year" vanished completely, replaced by the excitement of wolves seeing meat.

Those are spirit stones!

Sitting in the corner of the carriage, Chu Tian looked at his group of shouting junior brothers and sisters and shook his head helplessly. But his grip on the sword hilt tightened, and a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes.

He opened his app and focused his gaze on the edge of the map, on the darker red dot marked "Mysterious Level".

That was his hometown, in the direction of Xucheng.

"The dean is right."

Chu Tian looked out the window at the rapidly receding darkness and muttered to himself, "This isn't going home for the New Year, this is clearly... robbery."

And on the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

Gu Qing stood in front of the main hall, watching the more than two thousand points of light representing the disciples scatter across the map of China, like a pinch of salt being sprinkled into a pot of soup that was about to boil.

"system."

Gu Qing spoke calmly.

【exist. 】

"Now that the actors are in place, let's make those things hiding in the gutter... a little bigger."

Gu Qing's eyes reflected the Milky Way, and his tone was calm to the point of being cold.

"If we don't put some real pressure on them, they'll really think this trip down the mountain is a free vacation."

[The order has been confirmed. The intensity of the spiritual energy revival has been increased by 5%.]

Paranormal events in various regions are more easily observed.

That night, flying swords streaked across the city's night sky.

That night, in certain corners of China, it began to bare its ferocious fangs.