I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

One month later...

[The Gu Family Ancestral Home in the Old Town of Linjiang City]

[Time: 15:00 PM]

The Gu family's gates were tightly shut, and the noise of the outside world was kept out by an invisible barrier.

This wasn't some profound formation; it was simply Gu Qing using his Foundation Establishment stage divine sense to slightly distort the air density around the courtyard wall, creating a simple "acoustic one-way lens." From the outside, it was completely silent inside, but from the inside, everything was crystal clear to the outside.

Gu Qing stood under the old locust tree, extending her right hand with her palm facing upward.

The biggest difference between the Foundation Building stage and the Qi Refining stage lies not in the 'quantity,' but in the 'quality.'

He muttered to himself, his pupils reflecting the lines on his palm.

During the Qi Refining stage, the spiritual energy within the body is close to a gaseous state, like a wisp of mist that cannot be grasped. However, by the Foundation Establishment stage, the spiritual energy in the dantian has transformed into a truly liquid "true essence".

Each drop of true essence contains a hundred times the energy of the same volume of gaseous spiritual power.

"If left unchecked, this energy density would be sufficient to trigger a repulsion by the laws of physics."

Gu Qing's mind stirred.

zizi...

There were no incantations or hand gestures.

It was merely pure spiritual energy compression.

At his fingertips, the air began to visibly distort. It was a high-density energy field forcibly pushing apart air molecules, creating a tiny region that was close to a vacuum.

Immediately afterwards, blue and white arcs of electricity leaped out of thin air.

This is not magic; it's a phenomenon known as "ionization" in physics.

When the potential difference reaches a certain level, the insulating air will be broken down and transformed into conductive plasma.

However, the source of this potential difference was not a generator, but Gu Qing's physical body.

"Palm Thunder?"

Gu Qing shook her head. "Too rough."

The legendary palm thunderbolt borrows the power of heaven and earth, making a great impact and having a long wind-up.

What he's pursuing now is—extreme compression and pinpoint kills.

He slowly closed his five fingers, forcibly compressing the restless blue-white plasma between his thumb and middle finger.

It was a feeling of extreme danger.

It was like holding the firing pin of a grenade that was about to explode with your bare hands.

Gu Qing's gaze was focused, and his divine sense was like a precise scalpel, constantly adjusting the frequency of the energy to prevent it from exploding prematurely.

Until the ball of lightning was compressed into a blinding white dot the size of a grain of rice.

"go."

Gu Qing gently snapped her fingers at the blue stone in the corner of the courtyard, the one used to weigh down the pickled vegetable jar.

Snapped.

The sound wasn't loud; it was like the static electricity that makes when you take off a sweater on a dry winter day—crisp and short.

But next second.

call out--!

A thin, white light instantly traversed a distance of ten meters.

There was no explosion, no flames shooting into the sky.

The only smell was the burnt smell produced by the instantaneous heating and expansion of the air.

Gu Qing walked over to examine the bluestone.

On this 20-centimeter-thick, hard granite block, a tiny hole, about the thickness of a hair, has appeared.

The small hole is transparent from front to back, with smooth, mirror-like edges, and even a ring of vitrified crystals.

This is... instantaneous high-temperature vaporization.

"Is this the 'Thunderclap with a Flick of the Finger' technique used during the Foundation Establishment stage?"

Gu Qing stroked his chin, lost in thought.

The power of this strike lies not in its destructive range, but in its penetrating force.

If it hits a person, the pain receptors probably won't even have time to react before the heart or brain is burned through.

And most importantly—concealment.

There was no thunder, only a soft sound. Killing without a trace.

"System, assess energy level."

[System Feedback:]

[Move Name: Unnamed (High-Pressure Plasma Beam)]

[Energy Level: Standard output in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.]

[Lethality: Possesses devastating penetrating power against carbon-based organisms; capable of penetrating 50mm of homogeneous steel plate.]

[Evaluation: A model of scientific cultivation. The host is attempting to explain electromagnetism using spiritual power.]

"50mm steel plate..."

Gu Qing smiled. This meant that even if a light armored vehicle were parked in front of him, he could shoot through its armor with a snap of his fingers.

"However, there are still shortcomings."

Gu Qing smelled the lingering ozone scent on his fingertips. "Although the energy overflow has been controlled, the spread of electromagnetic waves cannot be completely blocked."

Just as he expected.

The instant he snapped his fingers, some unseen wave spread into the stratosphere along with the electromagnetic field.

……

[An underground bunker in Linjiang City]

State Grid Special Frequency Monitoring Center

The alarm didn't sound, but the red light flashed briefly.

A staff member responsible for monitoring fluctuations in the city's power grid paused for a moment, staring at the waveform on the screen.

"That's strange..."

He muttered something.

"What's wrong?" A colleague next to me asked, bringing over a cup of coffee.

"Look here." The staff member pointed to a spike on the screen. "Just now, a very short electromagnetic pulse (EMP) signal appeared in the direction of the old town."

"EMP? Where did the transformer explode?"

"It doesn't look like it."

The staff member frowned and zoomed in on the chart. "The waveform of a transformer explosion is chaotic; it scatters with a 'boom.' But this waveform... is too clean. It's like a needle, going straight up and down. It only lasts for 0.01 seconds, but the peak voltage is frighteningly high."

"And..." He pulled up the weather map, "The sky over the old town is cloudless, with no thunderstorm activity."

My colleague took a sip of coffee and said dismissively, "Maybe it's interference from some new type of equipment? Or maybe some mischievous kid is playing with the Tesla coil? The wiring in the old town is old, so it's normal for it to spark occasionally."

The staff member hesitated for a moment, but ultimately wrote it down in the logbook:

[At 15:05, an unidentified high-energy shortwave signal was detected in the old city area, suspected to be due to a line fault or interference from civilian equipment. It is recommended to add this area to the secondary watchlist.]

He didn't realize that what he had just recorded was a "god" snapping his fingers in his own backyard.

……

[Gu Family Ancestral Home]

Gu Qing did not continue the test.

His intuition told him that although the movement was small, it had already caused ripples "on some levels".

"The physical rules of the real world are more rigorous than I imagined."

Gu Qing sat back in the rattan chair, looking at her fingertips.

Before this, when he used system items (such as "Celestial Cards" and "Illusion Cards"), the system would automatically smooth out rule conflicts for him, just like playing a game with cheat codes.

But now, he is using his own body to forcibly operate "extraordinary power" in this "magic-free world".

This is like forcing a AAA game to run on an antique computer that can only run DOS.

The hardware will overheat, and the system will report an error.

This "error report" is not only directed at him, but also at the world.

Suddenly, Gu Qing's gaze froze.

He looked at the path through which the lightning had just pierced the air.

Something's not right there...

The air did not completely heal along the path where the lightning dissipated.

A very fine, black, hair-like crack hovered in the air, lingering for a long time.

It is neither reflective nor transparent.

It's like... a tiny hole has been torn in space.

[Warning: Minor damage to the space structure has been detected.]

[Warning: Reality distortion has reached a critical level.]

[Warning: Side effects of the "I am the only one" approach are appearing—the world cannot sustain the host's power density.]

Gu Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stood up and walked to the black crack.

The crack was only one centimeter long, so thin that it was almost invisible. But Gu Qing could sense that an extremely uncomfortable aura was seeping out from the crack.

Cold, empty, chaotic.

That's not the kind of atmosphere Earth should have.

That's... the smell of emptiness.

"Just a snap of the fingers almost tore through the spatial barrier?"

Gu Qing's expression turned serious.

His earlier prediction was wrong.

He thought that as long as he controlled the power, he wouldn't damage the environment.

But he forgot that the "spatial strength" of this world was too low. It was like dancing on a thin piece of paper; with the slightest force, the paper would tear.

And the paper tore...

The things on the back of the paper will crawl in.

Gu Qing reached out, trying to use her spiritual power to smooth out the crack.

However, the crack was extremely stubborn, like an infected wound; it not only failed to heal but also showed a tendency to widen.

"This is troublesome."

Gu Qing took a deep breath, and his eyes shone brightly with purple light.

He had to plug the leak before that "thing" completely seeped in.

Otherwise, this old house might welcome its first uninvited guest.