I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Gu Qing quietly examined the two orbs of light floating in her palm.

On the left is a golden orb representing the [Western Extraordinary Underlying Logic Patch]; on the right is a [Six-Winged Battle Angel] created from high-level spirit stones, void bones, and the authority of the Creator.

"System, retrieve the underlying source code of Chinese cultivation techniques and compare it with the Western patches."

Two waterfall-like streams of data instantly appeared on Gu Qing's retina.

As the only "high-dimensional observer" on Earth, he is doing something unprecedented—"custom-designed castration" of humanity's superhuman power system.

"The core of Chinese cultivation lies in 'seizing the creation of heaven and earth.' Cultivators absorb spiritual energy to temper themselves, which is essentially an evolutionary path of constantly breaking through genetic locks and ultimately standing on equal footing with the Dao. This is an open source, requiring extremely high comprehension and mental fortitude."

Gu Qing's fingers lightly traced the gold Western patch, his eyes deep and cold.

"But the West is different."

"For thousands of years, Western religions and culture have emphasized 'original sin' and 'divine gifts.' They are accustomed to being driven by shepherds and to having power derived from an omniscient and omnipotent superior."

"Since they like being sheep, I'll build the fence even higher."

Gu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he directly used his Creator's authority to forcibly tamper with the golden patch code!

"Step 1: Encrypt spiritual energy perception. Rename 'spiritual energy' to 'magical element' and 'holy light'. Deprive the user of the right to directly absorb spiritual energy into the body to temper the dantian."

"Step Two: Implant 'interface' restrictions. In other words... a spell."

Gu Qing's lips curled into a cold, wicked smile.

Will Westerners want to cast fireballs in the future? Or use holy light to heal?

Yes, they can. But they can't instantly unleash sword energy like the sword cultivators of China. They have to recite a long and difficult incantation to send a request to the system to "call energy".

In the game, this is called "casting wind-up".

In a real battlefield, those extra two or three seconds of casting time are the most fatal flaw when facing supersonic void monsters!

"The third and most important step is to install the [Faith Lock]."

Gu Qing infused a wisp of golden law into the patch, as if implanting a domineering Trojan virus.

"Eastern monks cultivate the belief that 'my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.' But the strength of Western priests and paladins depends entirely on the purity of their faith in me. Once they have doubts or attempt to rebel against 'the gods,' the system will instantly cut off their magical power supply, reducing them to mortals once more."

There is no "Tao" (the Way), only "Shu" (the Technique).

This is the "supernatural system" that Gu Qing tailored for the Western world. It looks magnificent and sacred, but in reality, it is just an "outsourced program" under the Kunlun system that can be unplugged at any time.

"Packaging complete."

Gu Qing pressed the modified gold patch into the space between the eyebrows of the six-winged battle angel with its eyes closed.

Om-!

The angel's pure white, pupil-less eyes snapped open, and six wings composed of pure light particles unfurled behind it. It had no soul; it was merely a high-level killing machine cloaked in divine robes. Yet, the divine pressure emanating from it, compelling one to worship, was enough to drive any devout believer mad.

"Go."

Gu Qing looked down at the other side of the ocean.

"Go to Rome, go to the Vatican. Go and tell the lambs howling in the darkness that their 'Lord' has come."

……

At the same time.

Europe, the Apennine Peninsula, the Vatican City—a city within Rome.

This holy site, which covers only 0.44 square kilometers but is the spiritual center for billions of Catholics worldwide, is now being turned into a bloody hell on earth.

Thick, black rain fell from the gloomy sky; it was pollution caused by high concentrations of void radiation and friction with the atmosphere.

In St. Peter's Square, the once solemn obelisk is now broken in two. Hundreds of thousands of desperate believers who fled Rome to this spot are densely packed in the square, uttering heart-wrenching cries.

Above their heads, above the magnificent dome of St. Peter's Basilica, a crack in the void, hundreds of meters long, was clearly torn open!

"Fire! For the Vatican! For God!"

At the edge of the square, more than a hundred Swiss Guards, dressed in magnificent medieval uniforms but carrying modern automatic rifles, were unleashing a torrent of ammunition in front of them.

But their resistance was futile.

The three-headed Void Predator, resembling a heavy armored vehicle and a gargoyle from Western mythology, was rampaging through the crowd under a hail of bullets. Its greyish-white keratinous carapace was impervious even to armor-piercing incendiary rounds from heavy machine guns.

"Pfft!"

A monster swung its sharp wing blades, instantly slicing three guards and the white marble statue behind them in half. Blood splattered onto the ancient icon, a horrifying sight.

"Lord! Have you abandoned your people?!"

On the steps of the cathedral, a bishop dressed in red raised a golden cross high in his hand. Tears streamed down his face as he desperately recited exorcism verses from the Bible to the approaching monster.

The monster paused for a moment, its several scarlet compound eyes staring at the old bishop as if he were looking at a comical clown.

Then, the monster opened its gaping maw full of fangs and bit the cardinal and the pure gold cross in his hand into pieces.

"No... God is dead..."

"Even the archbishop was eaten! There is no God in this world!"

The psychological defenses of the hundreds of thousands of believers who witnessed this scene completely collapsed.

Thousands of years of faith shattered like bubbles in the face of absolute violence and cruel reality. People stopped praying, leaving only the screams of lambs to the slaughter and aimless trampling.

Just as the three-headed monster was about to charge into the crowd and unleash a feast for hundreds of thousands of people.

hum-

A strange buzzing sound suddenly resounded deep within everyone's soul.

The sound was impossible to detect with the ears, yet it clearly drowned out the cries of hundreds of thousands of people in the square, the sounds of gunfire, and even the roars of the void monsters.

Then, dawn broke.

That was not the sunlight.

Above the Roman night sky shrouded in black rain and empty fog, a beam of extremely thick and pure golden light shattered the heavy clouds without warning, descending straight onto the dome of St. Peter's Basilica like a pillar supporting the heavens and earth!

"What...what is that?!"

The desperate crowd stopped in their tracks and stared blankly up at the sky.

Even the three void monsters that only knew how to kill trembled under this terrifying high-dimensional pressure and stopped moving.

Accompanied by a golden pillar of light, a faint, almost imperceptible, divine harmony, as if sung by thousands of angels, echoed throughout the city of Rome.

In the center of the pillar of light, a tall, exquisitely beautiful figure, yet exuding boundless majesty, slowly descended.

It was clad in a seamless white robe shimmering with golden runes, its face so perfect that its gender was indistinguishable. Behind it, six enormous wings composed of pure light particles radiated outwards in concentric, visible, holy ripples.

The moment the black rain came into contact with the holy light ripples, it was completely purified into nothingness.

[Creative Mech: Six-Winged Battle Angel.]

[Equipped with the core module: "The Great Prophecy"]

It hovered in mid-air, its pure white eyes devoid of any emotion, looking down at the three trembling void monsters below.

"Anyone who blasphemes the Lamb of God will be judged by the Holy Light."

The angel didn't open its mouth, but its voice, filled with holiness, vastness, and a metallic quality, exploded directly in everyone's minds. This was Gu Qing's "full-band mental broadcast," which he had directly loaded into their minds through the system.

The words fell.

The angel slowly raised its flawless right hand.

There was no sword incantation, nor was a flying sword summoned.

"The Great Prophecy: God said, 'Let there be light.'"

boom--!!!

As the command was given, a sword of judgment, tens of feet long and composed of extremely condensed spiritual energy (holy light), instantly condensed in the sky.

It crashed down with terrifying heat and spatial cutting laws, at a speed that surpassed the limits of human vision!

There was no deafening explosion, only the most extreme annihilation.

Those three void monsters, whose armor couldn't be pierced by automatic rifles and armor-piercing rounds, were like snowflakes under the blazing sun before this "Sword of Judgment." They didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly vaporized in golden light!

Even the stone slabs of the plaza beneath their feet were instantly melted into boiling lava, and strangely, white lilies emitting a faint glow bloomed at the edge of the lava.

one strike.

It instantly killed the three-headed monster that had baffled the Roman guards, and at the same time purified the void pollution of the entire square.

Quiet.

St. Peter's Square was deathly silent.

Everyone was so shocked by this scene, which defied common sense yet perfectly matched the myths they subconsciously believed in, that they lost the ability to think.

Then, from inside the cathedral's broken doors, an elderly man wearing a triple crown and a white robe emerged, trembling, supported by two clergymen.

He is the current pope.

The old pope looked at the six-winged angel bathed in holy light in the sky, and at the scorched earth that had been miraculously melted into the shape of a cross. His legs went weak, and he knelt down with a "plop" in the cold water.

"An angel has descended... This is a messenger of the Lord!"

The old pope kowtowed deeply into the mud, tears streaming down his face, his voice both mournful and fervent: "The Lord has not abandoned us! A miracle! This is a true miracle!!!"

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

It's like the wind blowing through a wheat field.

In the square, in the streets, in the ruins.

Hundreds of thousands of Western believers who witnessed this scene, after experiencing the deepest despair, erupted in a fanaticism more terrifying than madness. They rushed to kneel down, desperately kowtowing and praying to the angels in the sky, kissing the filthy mud.

At this moment, if Gu Qing, atop the Kunlun Mountains, could embody his faith...

He will definitely see a thick, almost dripping, extremely pure and fanatical golden "faith power torrent" crossing the ocean and surging wildly into his system panel!

[Ding! Detected a massive amount of 'extreme fanaticism (religious belief)'!]

[Faithfulness score is skyrocketing...]

midair.

The soulless angel mecha, following the script written by Gu Qing, slowly spread its hands.

Countless specks of white light fell from its wings and merged into the bodies of the clergy and believers below who were chanting the loudest prayers.

"The glory of the Lord is with you."

"Those who believe in me will be granted the magic and holy light to resist the abyss."

As the angel spoke, those Westerners who came into contact with the white light instantly had a complex magic circle and lengthy hymns and incantations appear in their minds.

This is the "outsourcing APP" that Gu Qing sent out, with a lock on it.

From that night onward, the Western world was completely engulfed in a deceptive frenzy called "divine gift."

Meanwhile, atop the Kunlun Mountains, thousands of miles away, the true "God" watched the soaring balance and revealed a cold smile.