I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

As the last strand of the sword disappeared into the depths of the Sahara Desert, the Earth was plunged into a ten-minute period of absolute silence.

There was no cheering, no relief.

The Pentagon's air raid sirens had burned out due to overload, and only heavy breathing could be heard in the underground bunker of the Élysée Palace. The Pope of the Vatican collapsed on the cold marble floor of St. Peter's Basilica, his golden scepter rolling to the side, its light dimmed.

They survived.

But everyone knew that they were saved not by God, not by nuclear weapons, and certainly not by those paladins and mages who couldn't even scratch the monsters.

Instead, he was a "god" from the far east who never showed his face and merely tossed out a sword.

Just as world leaders were still reeling from the shock and preparing to hold an emergency joint meeting via encrypted channel—

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

Without warning, all electronic screens around the world were forced to go black in the same second!

Whether it's the giant GG sign that's tens of meters tall in Times Square, New York, or the commercial screens at the Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo; whether it's the main screens of top-secret command centers around the world, or the smartphones held by billions of ordinary people.

Even those closed-circuit televisions that weren't connected to the internet emitted a uniform electrical hum at that moment.

This is not a hacking incident, because no existing computer protocol can achieve absolute global synchronization at the physical level.

This means it has been forcibly taken over by a higher level of "authority"!

The next second, a chilling cyan sword light appeared on all the black screens.

The scene begins.

That's God's-eye view of Earth from space—absolutely high definition, absolutely cold and detached.

Billions of people around the world were forced to rewatch the "decapitation strikes" that had just occurred in various corners of the globe in the past ten minutes from a first-person perspective.

The scene shifts to the Mariana Trench, which is 11,000 meters deep.

In absolute darkness, a five-hundred-meter-long void octopus was frantically devouring a nuclear submarine. Suddenly, a thin, almost imperceptible strand of blue hair pierced through the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of water without causing a ripple, and smoothly circled the octopus's massive head.

"Gurgle..."

To the astonishment of the world, the head of the monster, larger than an aircraft carrier, slid smoothly off, its dark purple blood instantly staining the seabed black.

The scene then shifts to downtown Los Angeles.

The terrifying fleshy cocoon, about to advance to the "Golden Core" stage, was pierced through like a string of candied hawthorns by a dazzling sword light descending from the sky. The energy core inside, containing world-destroying power, shattered like a glass marble under the sword light.

The mutated mother tree of the Amazon rainforest, the underground insect nests of the Siberian ice sheet, the giant sandworms of the Sahara Desert...

The combined source of this disaster is enough to set back human civilization by a hundred years in a single day.

On the screen, they don't even have the right to struggle.

The sword light representing Kunlun's will was like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all mankind, precisely, elegantly, and cruelly "beheading" these higher-dimensional beings one by one.

This is not a battle; it is a one-sided execution video with a strong warning connotation!

The final image freezes on the Champ de Mars in Paris, on the remains of the Void Mantis, pinned to the ground.

At that moment, a voice resonated simultaneously in the minds of billions of people around the world.

The voice wasn't in English, French, or even modern Chinese. It was an obscure, ancient voice that could bypass the language center and allow the soul to instantly understand its meaning—a "divine voice of the Great Dao."

"The Great Way is fifty, and Heaven extends to forty-nine. Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs."

boom!

With this emotionless declaration, an abyss-like, terrifying pressure, flowing through the global network and spiritual energy nodes, pressed heavily on the spine of every Earthling!

Ordinary people are fine; they just feel awe.

But the Western paladins and mages who had just been matured through "holy water" and "magic potions" were horrified to find that their proud "holy light" and "magic power" were like mice encountering a cat in the face of this voice, instantly shrinking into the depths of their dantian and unable to be mobilized even a little bit!

"What you seek as the extraordinary is nothing more than stealing the superficial essence of heaven and earth. Without a foundation in the Dao and without understanding the principles, you are like a child wielding a sledgehammer—utterly laughable."

Gu Qing's icy voice continued to echo in everyone's minds, each word like a resounding slap across the face of the Western world.

This is not only the beheading of monsters, but also the complete beheading of the so-called "revival of theocracy" and "magical civilization" in the West!

He is telling the world: The miracles of God that you are so proud of, the magic systems that you are so enthusiastic about, are all inferior and defective products in front of me, Kunlun!

Without my help, Kunlun, you wouldn't even be worthy of being a snack for those monsters!

"The majesty of Heaven is like a prison, which cannot be looked upon directly. This is the first admonition, and also the final law."

The words fell.

The sword light on all screens around the world suddenly disappeared, and the normal picture returned.

But the whole world has completely changed.

The Oval Office of the White House.

The elderly president, his hands trembling, tore the document "North American Extraordinary Individuals Independent Defense Plan" on the table to shreds. He slumped weakly in his chair, looking as if he had aged ten years.

"Contact the Chinese Embassy..." The president's voice was terribly hoarse. "No, prepare a special plane. I want to go to the East myself... No matter the cost, resources, land, even sovereignty... We must get the 'ticket' to Kunlun."

St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City.

The Pope stared intently at the Bible, its pages dull and lifeless from the complete suppression of its spiritual energy, his withered fingers clenching it until they turned white. Unlike the other clergy who succumbed to despair, he slowly removed the triple crown from his head, a symbol of divine authority, and carefully placed it on the altar.

"The Lord has not abandoned us; these are merely heretics who, relying on some power we have yet to decipher, have seized temporary authority..." Deep within the old Pope's eyes flickered a dark fire of resentment and extreme fanaticism. He still firmly believed that God's holy light and Western magic were not limited to this; there must be even better interpretations and higher-dimensional miracles within those vast scriptures.

But now, the Eastern sword hanging over the heads of all mankind is too cold and too sharp.

"Pass down the order: we need to keep a low profile." The old pope took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced down all the humiliation. "Until our magic truly transforms, let us bow to that sacred mountain in the East for now. Endure, lie low... and wait for the day our power grows stronger."

China, atop the Kunlun Mountains.

Gu Qing looked at the system panel and saw that the originally mottled faith data of the Western world had now been completely washed away and replaced with pure purple faith power representing "absolute submission and extreme fear".

He casually waved his hand, turning off the holographic panel.

In this era, truth lies only within the range of a flying sword.

Kunlun's range extends to the entire Earth.