I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Less than twenty-four hours had passed since Chu Tian arrived at the Westminster underground laboratory.

London, on the banks of the Thames.

The thick fog that blanketed Britain has unusually dissipated today, replaced by an almost oppressive clarity in the sky.

The bridge at the main camp was already heavily fortified by fully armed troops and various extraordinary individuals. However, these paladins and mages, who had once held their heads high, now stared intently at the sky like prisoners awaiting judgment.

At the forefront of the crowd were the President of the United States, the President of the European Parliament, who had flown to London overnight, and Cardinal Alexander, who had just changed into a simple gray robe.

On the mahogany table in front of them lay the gold-leaf scroll—the "Global Spiritual Realm Development and Defense Agreement."

Below the scroll, the names of Western heads of state and high-ranking officials of the Vatican were densely packed.

They had no choice.

Late last night, a Void Burrowing Beast at the late Foundation Establishment stage attacked Berlin. Without the intervention of the Kunlun Sword Light, Europe mobilized three Archmages and two thousand heavily armored soldiers, paying the price of half the city being reduced to ruins, to barely repel it—only repel it, not even kill it.

This harsh reality delivered a final, resounding slap in the face: in the face of true cataclysm, their prized magical system proved so fragile that it wasn't even fit to trim the feet of void creatures.

If you don't become a disciple of Kunlun, you'll only become food for monsters.

"The time has come." Bishop Alexander's voice was hoarse as he closed his eyes and held the signed scroll high.

Om-!

The moment the reel touched the air, it burst into flames, transforming into a dazzling blue beam of light that shot straight into the sky!

Immediately afterwards, the entire London sky seemed to be forcibly distorted by some force beyond our control.

Under the watchful eyes of countless satellites and cameras around the world, the space above the Thames River shattered like a mirror, and a massive, breathtakingly large group of classical Eastern buildings was forcibly "squeezed" out of the void!

It was a white jade island suspended in mid-air, with carved beams and painted rafters, shrouded in ethereal mist. Twelve thick, dragon-carved pillars supported a magnificent hall, and above the hall, on a plaque, three large characters were written in vigorous, ancient Chinese seal script:

Foreign Affairs Department

Below the plaque hangs a red banner with a distinctly modern, earthy style, yet brimming with dark humor:

"Warmly celebrate the official opening of Kunlunzong's Overseas (European Region) Outsourcing Business Office!"

Boom!

A massive white marble staircase descended from the floating island, crashing down onto the square of Westminster Abbey and crushing the centuries-old statue, a symbol of Western glory, into dust.

Two rows of young disciples, dressed in the blue robes of the outer sect of Kunlun and whose cultivation was only at the Qi Refining stage, filed out on flying swords.

They didn't display any earth-shattering power; they simply set up a dozen desks at the foot of the white jade steps with great skill, put up a cordon, and even pulled out several magical gadgets that resembled barcode scanners.

"Line up! Everyone line up! Categorize by country and supernatural system!"

A Kunlun outer sect disciple who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old shouted in fluent Chinese through a megaphone: "Paladins, stand on the left; mages, stand on the right; vampires and werewolves, report to the logistics team! Don't push, register and get your tools!"

The highest echelons of the Western world dared not even breathe loudly in front of this group of Eastern youths.

Bishop Alexander swallowed hard and, accompanied by several archmages, cautiously approached the "Mage Registration Office."

Behind the table, the Foundation Establishment stage Kunlun disciple didn't even lift his eyelids, tapping the jade slip on the table: "Name? Occupation? Energy affinity attribute?"

"A...Alexander. A Vatican Cardinal, specializing in holy magic..."

"Holy type? Oh, that means it has a higher affinity for light attribute spiritual energy." The Kunlun disciple quickly wrote on the jade slip, then pulled out a tattered storage bag from under the table and threw it in front of Alexander.

"Here you go. Your mission is to go to Area C of the Alps, where a low-level spiritual vein has just formed. Here are your mining tools—'Kunlun Outer Sect Standard Black Iron Pickaxe', and ten 'Basic Heart-Cleansing Talismans' for radiation protection."

The Kunlun disciple waved his hand dismissively, as if he were dismissing temporary workers. "Bring up ten tons of low-grade spirit stones by the end of next month. If you don't meet your KPI, you won't be given the key to the protective array next month."

Bishop Alexander's hands trembled as he looked at the black iron pickaxe in his hand, which radiated a rich spiritual energy but was clearly used for mining.

He, a cardinal and the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of believers in the West, was actually sent... to mine?!

"My lord..." A European archmage beside him carefully picked up a yellow talisman, staring at the cinnabar patterns on it that looked like scribbles, and almost cried, "This... how do I use this? Do I need to recite any hymns?"

The Kunlun disciples looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"A poem of praise? Are you out of your mind? There's a voice-activated array inside."

The disciple casually pointed to a small booklet in the storage bag: "Read the instructions yourself."

The Grand Magister quickly opened the booklet titled "Guide to the Use of Basic Magical Items by Kunlun Peripheral Employees".

The first page that opens has no English translations whatsoever; the entire screen is filled with extremely obscure traditional Chinese characters!

[By the Celestial Venerable's decree, Supreme Purity of Mind. To activate this talisman, one must chant the voice of the Great Dao: "Heaven and Earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless..."]

"What...what does this say?" The Archmage was sweating profusely. He quickly took out his phone, opened the most advanced AI translation software, and scanned it.

A line of English text popped up on the phone screen: "The sky is black and the earth is yellow, the universe is a flood..."

The Grand Magister was in despair. This translation lacked even the most basic logic; how could it possibly activate a magical artifact?!

"Ahem...My lord..." The archmage forced himself to speak, uttering a broken Chinese phrase, "Heaven...Heaven and Earth proclaim yellow?"

"Your pronunciation isn't standard, the voiceprint lock can't recognize it." The Kunlun disciple rolled his eyes. "The talisman is invalid. You'll have to buy a new one yourself. One talisman costs ten kilograms of spirit ore fragments."

Upon hearing this, all the Western superhumans behind him gasped in shock.

He doesn't speak Chinese, his pronunciation is inaccurate, and he can't even use the most basic symbols!

In this perilous new era, this is more deadly than taking away their magic!

That afternoon, an executive order that would go down in human history was jointly issued by the European Union, the United States, and the Vatican:

Effective immediately, all language institutes of top Western universities, including Oxford, Cambridge, and Harvard, will be merged into the "Academy for the Study of Classical Chinese and Taoist Classics".

……

Late at night, in the Vatican, in the crypt of St. Peter's Basilica, the innermost part of the crypt containing the relics.

The Western world outside was in a deathly silence because of Kunlun's tyranny and Chu Tian's humiliation. The old Pope Alexander knelt alone before the dark altar. He was not wearing a magnificent robe, but only a rough linen garment. His forehead was pressed hard against the cold stone slab, and blood had already seeped out.

"Lord of hosts... Your most faithful lamb is walking in the valley of the shadow of death." The old Pope's voice was hoarse, filled with utter desolation and bewilderment. "Why can't your holy light pierce the shell of the void? Why can the swords of heretics rise above your authority? Have we... truly been abandoned?"

The basement was deathly silent, with only the flickering candlelight echoing his despair.

Just as the old pope's mind was about to completely collapse, and the faith value belonging to the West on the system panel was about to fall below the red line.

Om-!

Above the altar, the fragment of the legendary Spear of Longinus, which had pierced the Holy Son, suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling, pure white light!

Immediately afterwards, the phantom of the six-winged seraph, the divine being that had briefly appeared in the sky above Vatican Square, slowly coalesced in the light.

This time, however, the angel's demeanor was no longer so composed. The edges of His twelve wings, composed of pure radiance, were stained with traces of a chilling dark purple void substance, as if He had just experienced a high-dimensional bloodbath that even the human brain could not fathom.

The Pope suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face: "My lord angel! The Lord has not abandoned us!"

The angel did not open its mouth, but a grand, ethereal "divine voice," carrying boundless majesty and a hint of weariness, resounded directly within the old Pope's soul:

"Foolish child. The vision of mortals can only ever glimpse the dust of the universe."

The old pope trembled violently, prostrated himself on the ground, and dared not even breathe.

"You think the monsters that have descended upon Earth are the whole story of the catastrophe? Absolutely wrong!"

The angel's phantom slightly raised its head, its gaze seemingly piercing through the Earth's rock layers, looking towards the endless, deep universe.

"In the 'Omega Dimension,' which you cannot reach, the true Abyss Lord is attempting to devour the entire Crystal Wall System. Our Lord is leading billions of angelic legions to construct the final line of defense at the other side of the Astral Plane. These Void Beasts that have descended upon Earth are merely a few wisps of dust leaking through the cracks in this defense."

The old pope gasped. So that's how it is! The great Lord and the angels hadn't intervened because they were in a higher dimension, protecting the entire universe from an even more terrifying enemy! In that instant, the old pope's doubts vanished, replaced by an even more fervent worship.

"The material world has its own laws." The angel's voice gradually became more profound, as if proclaiming some cosmic truth: "That divine mountain in the East holds the most primitive and brutal 'Laws of Earth' native to this planet. In the 'Twilight Era,' when our Lord's higher-dimensional holy light cannot fully descend, the laws of the East are currently the most suitable antibody for this planet."

"Remember, my child. The light lies dormant in order to create a more dazzling dawn."

The angel lowered its eyes, and a divine radiance enveloped the old pope:

"Go. Go and borrow the laws of the East, learn their language, and use their tools. Let your bodies be tempered in hardship, and let your magic be refined in humiliation."

"Treat this as a trial of the century, the 'Babylonian Captivity.' Use the sword of the East to slay the demons of the void; use the spiritual energy of the East to nourish the holy divine authority within your hearts."

"When you remain pure of faith amidst the mire of worldly affairs, when our Lord shatters the throne of the abyss in the astral plane..."

The angel's phantom began to slowly dissipate, leaving behind a final prophecy that would keep the entire Western world burning in darkness for a hundred years:

"The day the Kingdom of Heaven comes will be the day you are crowned kings. Be patient until the trumpets of judgment sound."

……

The light faded, and the basement returned to its dim state.

But Pope Alexander slowly stood up. The dejection, despair, and confusion on his face vanished, replaced by an unprecedented, almost fanatical fervor and tenacity.

"Praise be to my Lord... This is a trial! This is a great period of dormancy!"

He kissed the cross with trembling hands, his eyes burning with ambition.

"Eastern cultivators, you are nothing more than gardeners tending the earth for your masters, blacksmiths providing us with weapons! Be arrogant as you please! The West will be patient, we will learn your classical Chinese, we will mine, we will combine magic with your Taoist practices..."

"We are secretly gathering holy light, awaiting only the day the Lord returns!"

That night, a top-secret encyclical was sent to the highest levels of government in Europe and America.

The Western heads of state, who had initially felt deeply humiliated by Kunlun's domineering behavior, were all moved to tears upon seeing the contents of the proclamation.

Instead of resisting Kunlun's "outsourcing agreement," they displayed an extremely strange enthusiasm.

"Quickly! Hire Chinese teachers from all over the world with high salaries! We must memorize the *Tao Te Ching* as if it were the Bible!" "Notify all paladins and mages: do not feel humiliated! This is the Lord testing our minds! Through hardship, we will understand the true meaning of the elements!"

……

at the same time.

Gu Qing leaned back on the throne, looking at the system panel. The faith value of the West, which was originally on the verge of collapse, rebounded from the bottom in just half an hour, and even broke through the historical peak, turning into an extremely pure golden torrent of faith power that surged into Kunlun.

"The highest form of slavery is not whipping them."

Gu Qing glanced at the message that the system had just automatically sent, namely, "Customized Six-Winged Angel Holographic Image and Voice Pack V2.0," and said quietly:

"Instead, give them a grand enough reason to believe that their current suffering is for the sake of some sacred mission."