I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

China, the underground command center.

Blinding red alarm lights flashed silently in the corridor. Inside the command center, dozens of high-ranking generals and think tank experts held their breath, staring intently at the massive holographic screen in the center.

On the screen, there was no tactical map or missile trajectory, only a transoceanic encrypted audio line that was jumping.

This is the "red express line" between the two countries.

Since the end of the Cold War, this dedicated line has only been activated in a very limited number of global nuclear crises. Today, however, it is the White House occupant, once a figure of global dominance, who has proactively dialed this line.

From the loudspeaker came the hoarse, weary voice of the American president, tinged with an undeniable tremor, echoing through the silent hall via simultaneous interpretation:

"...On behalf of the United States of America and allies of the free world, I hereby formally request China to provide the highest level of strategic assistance."

"If your country is willing to send... to send the 'extraordinary forces' from the Kunlun Mountains to assist us in eliminating the void disaster ravaging Los Angeles and Europe, we are willing to unconditionally open all naval ports in the Americas, hand over command of the Atlantic and Pacific Fleets, and share all top-secret technology databases, including Area 51, with China."

"We are willing to acknowledge China's absolute leadership position in the world."

As soon as those words were spoken, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the underground command center in Yanjing.

The hands of several old generals trembled violently, their eyes gleaming with disbelief.

The transfer of hegemony.

A superpower that had dominated the Earth for nearly a century was forced to surrender unconditionally and even hand over its national destiny by a few monsters in just 48 hours.

However, the Chinese side did not show any signs of triumphant joy.

The Grand Elder sat at the end of the long table, his eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of life, filled only with deep solemnity and helplessness.

Because he knew very well that bowing down to China and handing over the fleet and technology would be completely meaningless.

What difference is there between ten carrier battle groups and a pile of scrap metal in the face of a void behemoth that even nuclear weapons cannot kill? What they truly seek is not the country of China, but that mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist year-round.

That is divine right, which transcends secular political power and is above human civilization.

"Your Mightiness."

The Grand Elder remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice steady yet tinged with bitterness, "China can accept your conditions. But... Kunlun is not under our jurisdiction."

A desperate gasp came from across the ocean.

"But I will convey your request to the beings on that mountain on your behalf."

"Thank you... God bless you, and God bless us." The American voice seemed to lose all strength in an instant, cutting off the communication.

The elder stood up and waved away the generals on his left and right.

He walked alone to a top-secret encrypted platform deep inside the hall. There was no keyboard or screen there, only an ancient jade talisman emitting a faint blue light—a communication tool that Gu Qing had left for the authorities.

The Grand Elder took a deep breath, placed his hand on the jade talisman, and solemnly repeated the plea for help and conditions from across the ocean.

……

At the same time.

Gu Qing listened quietly to the report from the mortal realm transmitted through the jade talisman. His expression remained unchanged, as if he were listening to an ant reporting that another group of ants was willing to hand over their candy; he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Hand over the fleet? Share the technology library?"

Gu Qing's lips curled into an undisguised mockery.

"A group of people about to drown are trying to buy my only lifeboat with their worthless money?"

With a flick of his finger, Gu Qing sent a chilling divine sense through the jade talisman directly to the underground command center in Yanjing.

Tell them I refuse.

A clear, powerful, and unquestionable voice boomed in the elder's mind.

The Grand Elder shuddered, his brow furrowing. "Dean Gu, there's a behemoth in Los Angeles that has mastered higher-dimensional rules. If we let it run rampant, the entire North American continent will be reduced to ashes. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. If we stand idly by, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of civilians will..."

"So what?"

Gu Qing coldly interrupted the Grand Elder.

"Your perspective on things is still too limited to the mindset of an 'earthling'."

Gu Qing's voice was like a glacier hanging high in the sky, devoid of any warmth. "On a cosmic scale, there are no nations, no allies, only 'survival' and 'destruction.' Every drop of blood from Kunlun's current disciples is incredibly precious. They are the seeds I use to protect the homeland of China and fight against the future Void Army."

"Why should I let my students shed blood for a bunch of arrogant Westerners?"

"But..." the elder gritted his teeth, "they are already willing to submit."

"Submission?" Gu Qing smiled, a smile that revealed a divine rationality that chilled mortals. "Submission born of fear of being killed is a geopolitical compromise. What I want is the continuation of humanity."

Gu Qing stood up and looked down at the vast landscape below.

"The cultural barriers between East and West are too deep."

"Even if I send the Kunlun Sword Immortal to rescue them, the Westerners will still harbor resentment towards the Eastern 'Tao' in their hearts after they are saved. For me, that land has no value for preaching or salvation."

Gu Qing unilaterally cut off the jade talisman's communication.

Gu Qing's eyes became extremely deep:

"Faith is like steel that has been tempered. It can only take shape after being burned by the most extreme temperatures and after experiencing the pain of having one's soul crushed by despair."

"The fact that they are still calling for help shows that they still believe there is a way out."

"I'll wait."

"When they are in utter despair amidst the ruins, when they kowtow to the cross in the church until their heads break, when they discover that the God they have been chanting for thousands of years does not exist at all."

"Until they cry blood from their throats."

"I will naturally give them a 'God'."

……

Gu Qing casually opened the upgraded [Creation-Level System Shop].

[Patch to the Underlying Logic of Western Extraordinary Beings (Magic and Holy Light)]

Six-Winged Battle Angel (Inorganic Pseudo-Soul Mech)

"System, buy them."

Gu Qing gave the order calmly.

hum-

In the center of the hall, a dazzling golden sphere and a white sphere radiating a sacred aura appeared out of thin air.

Within that white ball of light, a flawless body was being woven at a speed visible to the naked eye, utilizing the creator's authority.

It was a mecha constructed from high-grade spirit stones and void bones, but Gu Qing had mischievously sculpted its appearance into a neutral creature with six pure white wings and a face as handsome as a Greek sculpture.

It has no soul, no life.

Its core code contains only a set of variant combat logic derived from the Eastern "Basic Formation" and "Five Elements Escape Technique" inputted by Gu Qing—and this logic was named "Great Prophecy Technique" and "Holy Light Sanction" by Gu Qing.

"Westerners don't understand 'the way of nature' at their core. They prefer the hierarchical 'divine bestowal' and the precisely calculated 'magical equations'."

Gu Qing looked at the six-winged angel taking shape before him, his eyes flashing with the cold light of a creator.

"Since you want God."

"Then I'll create my own God, and then..."

"I'll sell it to you."

Gu Qing's gaze pierced through thousands of miles of space, locking onto the Vatican City, a city-state on the European continent across the ocean, hailed as a holy site of Catholicism.

There, hundreds of thousands of desperate believers knelt in St. Peter's Square, facing the gradually tearing crack in the sky, offering their final, futile prayers.

"Are you ready for your miracles, you poor lambs?"