I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

It should have been the time when the sun was shining brightest, but this sea area was shrouded in a suffocating darkness.

It wasn't the dark clouds that obscured the sun, but rather the purplish-black force field emanating from that enormous creature on the sea, like a giant filter, distorting and swallowing the light between heaven and earth, leaving only a sickly dark purple.

Just three seconds ago, humanity's ultimate conventional weapon of pride—the "Dongfeng" series tactical missiles carrying high-strength tungsten alloy penetrating warheads—slammed into the back of the monster called "Leviathan" at an extremely high speed of nearly Mach 6.

As everyone expected, even a mountain made of steel should crumble under such kinetic energy. Even a nuclear bunker hidden hundreds of meters underground should have been pierced through by that terrifying tungsten alloy rod.

However, reality has given all materialists a resounding slap in the face.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no deafening roar.

There wasn't even a crisp metallic clang.

The missiles, representing the pinnacle of human industrial achievement, witnessed a phenomenon that sent chills down the spines of all physicists the moment they touched the faint purple light membrane covering the monster's surface.

They stopped.

It was as if he had been gently squeezed by an invisible hand of God, or as if a high-speed bullet had been shot into a pool of extremely viscous glue. From extreme motion to extreme stillness, there was no transition in between. The terrifying kinetic energy that could have shattered an aircraft carrier evaporated in an instant, without even a ripple.

Immediately afterwards, the missile body began to melt like a candle. Not because of the high temperature, but as if some rule was breaking down its molecular structure. The hard tungsten alloy turned into a soft, limp liquid, sliding down the purple film and finally dripping into the sea, making a series of teeth-grinding "sizzling" sounds.

Dead silence.

Whether it was the command post thousands of miles away or the Kunlun formation suspended two thousand meters in the air, both fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

The wind stopped, and the sound of the waves seemed to have faded away.

Between heaven and earth, only the heavy, thunderous breathing of that giant beast remained.

……

Eastern Theater Command Joint Command.

"Clang!"

Li Guozhong dropped the enamel mug in his hand, spilling scalding hot tea all over the floor, but he seemed completely unaware.

The old general, who had fought his entire life and faced countless storms, stared wide-eyed at the bizarre scene on the big screen. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

On the technical analysis panel next to the large screen, several weapons experts in white coats looked ashen-faced, some even holding their heads in their hands, staring at the frantically error-prone data streams on the verge of collapse.

"Kinetic energy... has reached zero?"

"This is impossible... According to the law of conservation of energy, kinetic energy cannot simply disappear! It must be converted into heat energy, sound energy, or deformation potential energy! But... the heat energy reaction is zero! The sound wave reaction is zero!"

A young physics PhD student's voice shrill and distorted: "It didn't just stop the missile! It 'ate' the kinetic energy! It swallowed that force!"

"Shut up!" Li Guozhong slammed his fist on the table, forcibly suppressing the panic that filled the command hall. "I don't know any laws! I'm just asking you, what else can hurt it?!"

"there is none left……"

The chief weapons expert removed his glasses, his trembling fingers weakly tracing paths across the keyboard. "General, if kinetic energy attacks are ineffective, then our artillery, armor-piercing shells, and even electromagnetic railguns... are all just scrap metal. Because they are essentially designed to cause damage through impact."

"What about the explosives? What about the thermobaric weapons?!"

"It's no use..." The expert shook his head in despair, pointing to the flowing purple light on the screen. "That force field is rewriting the rules. Within its domain, the shockwaves from an explosion will be instantly smoothed out. General, we're not facing a beast, we're facing a... moving physical black hole."

Before he could finish speaking, the piercing alarm blared again.

"Warning! High-energy reaction! The target is releasing energy!"

"Is it going to retaliate? No... it's going to spit out the kinetic energy it just 'ate'!"

……

Above the battlefield in the East China Sea.

The "Leviathan," which had been hovering on the sea like an isolated island, suddenly moved.

It didn't make any violent movements, merely slightly raising its enormous head. That face, devoid of complete features, consisting only of a gaping maw, gently faced the formation of fighter jets circling in the sky, searching for an opportunity to attack.

"roar--"

It was less of a roar and more of a prank-like "hiss".

The missile's kinetic energy, which it had just absorbed, was amplified and distorted by the purple light membrane, then transformed into a semi-transparent ripple that swept across the sky in a fan shape.

The ripple appeared light and airy, lacking both the heat of flames and the fury of lightning. Yet, wherever it swept, the space itself developed a strange, distorted texture.

The two J-16 heavy fighter jets that were hit first were struck by the ripple before they even had time to make any evasive maneuvers.

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

It's like a pencil drawing that's been erased by an eraser.

Under the watchful eyes of all the Kunlun disciples, the two steel warplanes, representing the pinnacle of human aviation industry, disintegrated the moment they made contact with the ripples. They weren't blown apart, but rather crumbled like building blocks. Wings, engines, canopies, and even every single screw instantly lost their connection, turning into a chaotic rain of parts.

Then came an even more brutal scene.

Before the pilot's ejection seat could even deploy, he was reduced to a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

That pure kinetic energy impact shatters every cell in the human body in an instant.

"Falcon 05! Falcon 06!"

The lead aircraft's heart-wrenching cries came through the communication channel.

But all that responded to him was a shower of metal fragments, as if giving the sea a steel funeral.

……

Fear spread like a plague in an instant, reaching high into the sky.

"We can't win... we simply can't win..."

A boy who had been passionately controlling his flying sword just moments before was now deathly pale, his teeth chattering violently. He stared down at the unharmed monster below, his eyes extinguished completely.

"We can't even penetrate missiles, our planes are instantly destroyed... What are we? What can our broken swords do?"

"Where's the hospital director? Where's the army? Why isn't anyone coming to rescue us?"

Despair is contagious, especially in the face of such an absolute power imbalance.

The once-orderly sword formation began to loosen.

Some people instinctively wanted to retreat, while others' flying swords wobbled precariously due to the chaotic spiritual energy.

"Stop right there, all of you!!!"

Chu Tian roared, but his usually authoritative voice sounded so weak at this moment. He wanted to rush over and stabilize the formation, but his own hand holding the sword was trembling.

It's not because I'm afraid of dying.

It's not because of this bottomless sense of powerlessness.

When your enemy can disregard even the laws of physics, what's the point of your passion?

Just when morale was about to completely collapse and the entire army was about to disintegrate in fear, at this critical moment...

Om-!

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly descended from the clouds.

The sound wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange penetrating power, exploding directly in the depths of everyone's consciousness, like a bucket of ice water being poured hard onto their feverish and chaotic brains.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, a white figure stood suspended in mid-air.

Gu Qing.

He didn't make a move, nor did he look at the arrogant Leviathan. He simply looked down at the group of students who were terrified with an almost cold gaze.

"You're scared already?"

Gu Qing's voice was soft, yet it resonated clearly between heaven and earth, drowning out the roar of the waves.

"Look at the state you've become."

"Like what? Like a flock of quails frightened by the sound of firecrackers."

No one dared to speak. Shame, fear, and resentment intertwined within them.

Someone subconsciously looked up, their eyes filled with an almost overflowing hope—

It was as if they were waiting for him to make a move.

It's as if they're waiting for an answer like, "As long as Dean Gu takes action, everything will be over."

Gu Qing understood.

That's why his gaze suddenly turned cold.

He spoke slowly, his tone calm, yet it was like a sharp knife, directly piercing through everyone's wishful thinking:

"Put away your unrealistic expectations."

"I will not intervene."

These words were like a muffled thunderclap, exploding in everyone's hearts.

Chu Tian was suddenly startled, and blurted out instinctively:

"The Dean?!"

Gu Qing then turned around, his back to the giant beast, and faced all the Kunlun disciples.

His figure stood out clearly on the battlefield, yet it also seemed to carry a hint of unrealism.

"Because of me standing here."

Gu Qing raised her hand, her five fingers slightly spread.

Where the fingertips brushed, a barely perceptible ripple spread through the space.

"It's just a projection."

boom.

Everyone felt a buzzing sound in their heads.

"The real me is not here now."

Gu Qing's gaze passed over them, as if looking towards a direction so distant it was unimaginable.

"In a more distant place."

"Processing a case"

He paused, and for the first time, his tone became subtly serious.

"Something more troublesome and dangerous than this Leviathan."

The air was completely frozen.

The morale of the troops, which had been briefly stabilized by his appearance, was now pushed to the brink of collapse.

There is no escape route.

There is no one left to rely on.

Gu Qing's voice then lowered, but carried an undeniable coldness:

"So, we can only rely on you here."

"Today's lesson has no demonstration and no backup plan."

"Either you stand up yourselves."

"Want one—"

He raised his hand and pointed to the giant void beast below that was slowly raising its head.

"Let's die here together."

His voice was no longer calm as before, but had taken on a stern, metallic quality.

"Just now, the mortal army taught you a lesson called 'firepower coverage'."

"Now, that monster has taught you a lesson called 'rule suppression'."

Gu Qing stretched out a finger and pointed to the purple light membrane below.

"Look closely. Inside that layer of light, the laws of physics break down. The kinetic energy formula becomes worthless. That's why missiles can't penetrate it—because they're 'cheating'."

"but!"

Gu Qing abruptly changed the subject, and an incomparably sharp aura suddenly erupted from him.

"There is only one thing in this world that cannot be distorted by such a low-level law of the void."

"That's not matter, it's not energy."

"That's 'meaning'!"

"Ordinary weapons can no longer pose a threat to beings at the Golden Core stage."

"If materialism is no longer an option, then it's idealism's turn to take over!"

Gu Qing turned around abruptly, her gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the entire room:

"What do you think cultivating immortality is all about? Is it just about flying higher and becoming stronger?"

"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

"Cultivating immortality is about cultivating a breath that defies the heavens! It's about cultivating the domineering power of 'My will is the will of heaven!'"

"Its shell can block rigid kinetic energy and soulless metal."

"But it cannot stop your will! It cannot stop the spiritual power imbued with the determination to kill!"

"The technology of mortals is about conforming to the rules."

"And we cultivators are born to—break the rules!"

These words were like a thunderclap, severing the gloom in everyone's hearts.

The science students who were initially desperate because of the "physical failure" suddenly seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

Yes.

Since physics is dead, let cultivation techniques take over the battlefield!

Since missiles are inanimate, then flying swords are alive!

"Chu Tian!" Gu Qing shouted.

"Disciple is here!" Chu Tian trembled, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by a surge of fervor.

"Take everyone and pour all your spiritual power, all your fear, all your anger into this sword!"

"No need for fancy sword techniques, nor for complicated formations."

"Just one move—thrust!"

"Use your 'will' to tell that beast whose territory this is!"

"yes!!!"

At this moment, the spirit and energy of all the Kunlun disciples underwent a qualitative change.

It was a resolute determination to fight to the death and then survive.

It was a kind of madness that abandoned all logic and common sense, leaving only pure belief.

"All Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, follow me!"

Chu Tian raised the Azure Nether Sword high. The light on the sword was no longer the cold blue light it had before, but an unstable dark gold color due to the excessive compression of spiritual energy.

"Whether it feeds on kinetic energy or explosives, I'm going to break its teeth today!"

hum!hum!hum!

Dozens of sword lights from the Foundation Establishment stage rushed out first.

Immediately following were over a thousand sword lights from the Qi Refining stage.

They are no longer scattered, no longer fighting their own battles.

Guided by Chu Tian's divine sense, all the flying swords converged into a massive torrent of steel.

This torrent of water lacks the whistling sound of missiles cutting through the air, because it does not rely on aerodynamics to fly.

They relied on their indomitable spirit.

Below, the Leviathan that had been mocking humanity seemed to have sensed something as well.

The purple patterns on its back flashed wildly, and the light membrane that could absorb kinetic energy instantly doubled in thickness.

It sensed a threat.

The threat did not come from the strength of energy, but from a higher-dimensional "will" locking onto it.

"kill!!!"

It was accompanied by a deafening roar.

The "Willpower Drill," composed of multiple flying swords, crashed fiercely into the so-called "physically immune" Wall of Despair with an air of fearlessness.

boom--!

This time, there was no deathly silence.

This time, the world changed color.

The purple light membrane, which could withstand even a nuclear explosion, collided violently the moment it came into contact with the first flying sword, producing a harsh hissing sound.

That was a clash between "intention" and "reason".

That was the first roar of the cultivation civilization against the void civilization.