I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Times Square, Manhattan, New York.

This place was once the "Crossroads of the World," but now it has been transformed into a bloody meat grinder. Three low-level Void Hounds, each the size of a buffalo and covered in bone spurs (equivalent to the third level of Qi Refining), are cornering a squad of National Guard soldiers.

When bullets hit their grayish-white keratin layer, they only scatter a series of feeble sparks.

"Reload! Damn it, we need heavy firepower support!"

A captain, his face covered in blood, roared in despair as a Voidhound opened its gaping maw, full of fangs, and lunged at his head.

Just as the captain closed his eyes and awaited death.

"Great Lord, grant me a shield of protection!"

A slightly awkward yet fervent chanting voice rang out from behind the ruins not far away.

Om-!

A translucent light shield, formed from pure golden light, unfolded before the captain without warning.

"Bang!" The Void Hound crashed heavily into the light shield, but instead of breaking it, it was thrown back by the holy recoil, letting out a painful howl.

"What...what is this?" The captain opened his eyes in shock.

Above the ruins stood a Wall Street financial executive in a tattered Armani suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He held a Bible in one hand, while his other hand clumsily but forcefully drew a glowing six-pointed star in the air.

He recited a ten-second hymn of praise, his brow beaded with sweat, and as the last syllable fell, he abruptly pointed at the Void Hound that had been flung away.

"Flames, purify evil!"

boom!

A crimson fireball, the size of a washbasin and reaching temperatures of over a thousand degrees Celsius, roared out and struck the Void Hound precisely. Amidst the violent explosion and piercing screams, this monster, which had rendered modern armies helpless, was burned to a crisp!

In Times Square, the surviving soldiers and civilians were silent for two seconds before erupting into deafening cheers!

The Wall Street executive, looking at his glowing hands, knelt down in overwhelming emotion, tears streaming down his face: "A miracle... I am God's chosen magician! I have grasped the truth!"

……

This is not an isolated case.

Within seventy-two hours of Gu Qing forcibly distributing that set of "Western extraordinary underlying logic" through the system, miracles unfolded like a virus all over the world.

The banks of the Thames in London, the Champs-Élysées in Paris, the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin…

One group after another of Westerners, who had erupted with extremely fanatical faith in dire straits, suddenly "awakened".

They don't need to climb the perilous "Ladder of Inquiry" like the disciples of Kunlun Temple in China, nor do they need to endure arduous meditation and sensing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

All they need to do is to have an extremely devout faith in "God" in their hearts. As long as they can construct the "magic circle" issued by the system in their minds and recite the lengthy incantation, Kunlun will automatically deduct their faith power and send them a ball of magnificent energy.

This is practically like a mass-production "forced ripening" process!

In just three days, nearly 100,000 "superhumans" have emerged in Western society who are capable of unleashing fireballs, holy light, and healing spells!

These individuals were quickly incorporated into the Holy See and various governments, forming the Knights Templar and the Mage Guild.

Those low-level void monsters at the Qi Refining stage, though immune to ordinary guns and cannons, were still incredibly vulnerable to these "spells" adorned with dazzling special effects. Thanks to the firepower of these 100,000 "instant superhumans," the previously heavily damaged and collapsing European and American defense lines miraculously stabilized!

The brief relief from the existential crisis acted like an extremely potent hallucinogen, instantly igniting arrogance and revelry throughout the Western world.

When Westerners discovered that they could instantly kill monsters simply by memorizing incantations, and that they were actually the "chosen ones," their deep-seated prejudice and sense of superiority towards the East resurfaced like wildfire.

The tone of major Western mainstream media outlets underwent a complete 180-degree turn within 24 hours.

On CNN's prime-time news channel, a top anchor is broadcasting in an extremely exaggerated and proud tone:

"Dear viewers, a miracle has descended upon the free world! It proves that God has not abandoned us, but has instead given us an evolutionary path far more advanced than that of the East!"

"Look, this is our magician!"

On the screen, a video began playing of several young white men dressed in magnificent robes striking extremely elegant poses in a safe, spacious rear plaza. After chanting incantations for a dozen seconds, they released a dazzling magic circle.

The host was so excited that his spittle flew everywhere:

"This is true elegance! This is the embodiment of civilization!"

"What about the cultivators of China? They need to spend months, even years, meditating and enduring hardship in the deep mountains and forests, practicing swordsmanship, and tempering some ethereal physical body. But we only need the purest faith and an elegant incantation to control the elements overnight!"

In one of the BBC's flagship interview programs, several sociology professors were invited to have an in-depth conversation with the newly awakened "great magician".

"Professor, what are your views on the differences between the Eastern and Western systems of extraordinary abilities?"

The Oxford University professor, with a full head of silver hair, adjusted his glasses and said arrogantly:

"Clearly, Eastern cultivation is an extremely primitive, backward, and inefficient form of personal asceticism. Our Western magic and holy light, on the other hand, are a rigorous, almost modern scientific 'divinely bestowed equation.' As long as your mental strength meets the requirements, the power will descend once the casting time is complete. This is a systemic, dimensional reduction attack!"

The awakened archmage gave a disdainful smile to the camera:

"A few days ago, someone suggested that we should go to the East, to the Kunlun Mountains, and beg those swordsmen with cold weapons to take us in."

"But in retrospect, that was the biggest joke of the century. We have magic bestowed by an omniscient and omnipotent God; we don't need to cultivate immortality at all!"

"It won't be long before our mage legion completely surpasses Kunlun!"

Arrogance, conceit, and blind self-confidence swept across the Western internet like a tsunami.

In their minds, "magic" is not only faster than "cultivating immortality," but also far surpasses the Easterners who only know how to fly on swords in terms of prestige and visual effects.

……

At the same time.

Gu Qing leaned back on the throne, playing with a top-grade spirit stone in his hand, with a huge holographic screen floating in front of him.

On the screen, whether it's Twitter, Facebook, or CNN's live stream, the screen is filled with Western netizens' fervent praise for "magic" and their frantic attacks and ridicule of "Kunlun Cultivation".

"Dean, these Western barbarians are going too far!"

Standing below, Chu Tianhe, the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion (an NPC elder created by Gu Qing using his Creator Authority), was trembling with rage. "They dare to spout such nonsense, even belittling the Great Dao of China, when they are clearly using the power bestowed upon them by you! Please, Dean, order the cutting off of their spiritual energy supply!"

"Cut it off? Why cut it off?"

Gu Qing wasn't angry at all. Instead, she couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the rapidly increasing Faith Points balance on the system panel.

He was like an outsourced employee watching a factory worker frantically working overtime on an assembly line, thinking he was the boss, his eyes filled with that unique "benevolence" of a capitalist.

"Tianhe, you're still too emotional when you look at things."

Gu Qing slowly stood up, his gaze fixed intently on the west.

The low-level void monsters in the early stages were slow and had limited attack methods, which indeed provided a perfect stage for these "casting mages" to perform. But this was just top-tier feed that Gu Qing had specially prepared to lure the pigs into the slaughterhouse.

"Judging by the time, the first wave of the void rift is about to arrive."

A cruel sneer curled at the corner of Gu Qing's lips.

"Let them boast for a couple more days. When those truly powerful, high-level void monsters with 'domains' and sound-barrier-breaking speeds descend upon Paris and London..."

"They will then realize just how idiotic it is to stand still and chant a spell for ten seconds in the face of absolute violence and speed."