I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Chantilly, Virginia, USA.

This is the headquarters of the U.S. National Reconnaissance Office (NRO). In a huge command center with constant temperature and humidity and only flashing red and blue indicator lights, hundreds of top intelligence analysts are staring at their screens, monitoring every move on the planet.

Kevin is a Level 1 Image Analyst responsible for the "East Asia-Himalayan" segment.

He held a now-cold Americano in his hand, listlessly scrolling through his mouse. The screen displayed high-resolution real-time images just transmitted by the KH-12 reconnaissance satellite. This spy satellite, codenamed "Odyssey," possesses decimeter-level ground resolution; theoretically, it could even clearly see a license plate on the ground.

"The same desolation as always."

Kevin yawned, looking at the rolling snow-capped mountains and Gobi Desert on the screen. "It's all rocks and snow, not a soul in sight."

As is customary, he needs to conduct routine scans of several strategic routes around the Kunlun Mountains. Although these areas are often deserted, they remain on the monitoring list as strategic buffer zones.

"Adjust the orbital parameters and focus on the Kunlun Mountains' main peak area," Kevin said lazily into the microphone. "Let's see if that giant iceberg is still there."

The screen begins to move and zoom rapidly.

Like the eye of God, the satellite lens pierced through the thin atmosphere and locked onto the uninhabited area near Kongur Jiubie Peak, the highest peak in the Kunlun Mountains.

However, at the very moment the camera focused...

Kevin's hand trembled violently, and the cold coffee spilled directly onto the priceless control panel.

"F**k!"

He didn't bother wiping the coffee stains off his pants; he was pressed against the screen as if he'd been struck by lightning.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

The screen did not display the majestic snow-capped mountains or the white glaciers.

Where the main peak should have stood, a... black spot appeared.

It wasn't a patch of pure black pixels, nor was it the static of a lost signal. It was a constantly writhing, twisting, almost living gray fog. It was as if some clumsy mosaic algorithm had forcibly "cut" the mountain out of this high-resolution satellite map.

The textures of the surrounding mountains are clearly visible, and even the shadows of the rocks can be seen. But the area in the middle, which is about ten kilometers in diameter, is a chaotic mess.

"Image processing unit malfunction?"

Kevin's first thought was that the graphics card was broken, or that the satellite lens was covered in space debris.

He typed rapidly on the keyboard: "Switch to infrared thermal imaging mode!"

The screen instantly transformed into a red and blue heat map.

However, that area remained—empty.

There was no temperature, no hot or cold; it was like a "void" in a physical sense.

"Switch to synthetic aperture radar mode! Penetrate it with radar waves!" Kevin's voice began to tremble.

The radar beam shot down.

The data displayed on the screen is a straight line.

The radar waves went in, and then... they didn't come back.

This mountain "eats" radar waves.

"God..." Kevin slumped into his chair and pressed the red emergency call button. "Houston, or the Pentagon, whoever... we need an explanation."

"There's a hole in the map."

……

At the same time.

Huaxia, a strategic support force base in Northwest China.

The atmosphere was even more somber than in the United States; it could even be described as oppressive.

"Has it not recovered yet?"

An elderly man with a general's star on his shoulder stood in front of a huge command screen, his face ashen.

"Reporting to the commander, no!"

A major, sweating profusely, reported, "Our 'Gaofen' series satellites, 'Jianbing' reconnaissance satellites, and even weather satellites all lost target images when passing over the main peak of Kunlun!"

"Is it interference? Is it electronic warfare by hostile forces?"

"It doesn't seem like..." The major swallowed hard, pulled up a set of data, "If it were electronic interference, there would be strong electromagnetic noise. But what's happening now is... when light shines on that spot, it doesn't reflect. When radar waves shine on that spot, they disappear."

"It's like..." the major struggled to find the right words, "like someone put an 'invisibility cloak' on that mountain. Not just invisible, but that space was erased from our perception."

The old general stared at the glaring "blind spot" on the screen.

On a high-resolution map of China, that black hole appears so abrupt and so illogical.

This is no longer just a scientific issue; it's a matter of national defense and security. If an army or a nuclear facility is hiding there, the whole world will be blind.

"Contact Zhao Feng, who went into the mountains last night," the old general said in a deep voice. "How far are they from the main peak?"

"Report! Colonel Zhao Feng's expedition team is only twenty kilometers from the edge of the blind spot!"

"Tell them to immediately halt their research on the bronze box and proceed at full speed to the main peak area!" The old general slammed his fist on the table. "I need to know who hid my mountain!"

……

Kunlun Mountains, unnamed ridge.

The cold wind howled, as if providing accompaniment for the grand spectacle about to unfold.

Gu Qing stood in the wind and snow, her face pale.

[Warning! Remaining Faith Points: 4.]

[Warning! The host is in a state of extreme weakness.]

That was a truly impressive move.

Gu Qing didn't use his 50 points of Faith to exchange for any physical items; instead, he poured them all into this special effect called [Heavenly Dao Vision Barrier].

This is not a true physical disappearance; the mountain is still there.

He simply used the system to modify the optical reflection rules and band feedback rules of this area. In short, he put a "404 Not Found" sticker on this part of the Earth.

Although his body felt dizzy from exhaustion, Gu Qing's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"worth."

He watched the system notifications flashing wildly in the background:

[We are monitoring and paying attention to the major global satellite systems (GPS, BeiDou, Galileo, GLONASS).]

[The intelligence agencies of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council have been found to be experiencing "extreme confusion" and "panic."]

[We are currently harvesting trust and influence globally...]

[Faithfulness Value +10... +20... +50...]

In just ten minutes, the 50 points of faith I had just spent had already been recovered, and they were still rising rapidly.

"To ordinary people, one must appear divine; to the state apparatus, one must be mysterious."

Gu Qing knew that if the gods were to fight now, the country might try to shoot them down with missiles for research.

But it is this kind of "incomprehensible disappearance," this kind of "silence" that transcends the rules of physics, that truly inspires awe in them.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

"alright."

Gu Qing tightened his coat and looked at the lights of the convoy speeding towards them in the distance—it was Zhao Feng's team.

"The stage is set up, and the curtain is drawn."

"Next, it's time to find an 'official explanation' for this play."

Gu Qing turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

He needed to arrange the key props for the next scene before Zhao Feng and his team reached the edge of the blind spot.

That's neither a box nor a seed.

It is one person.

Or rather, someone who is already dead and shouldn't be here.

Gu Qing opened the system's exchange list and his gaze fell on an option called "[The Remains of the Corpse Immortal (Fake)]".

"Since you want to know what's in the mountains, I'll give you a 'mountain guardian'."