I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Located in the heart of the Kunlun Mountains, at 35 degrees north latitude and 90 degrees east longitude.

This is the edge of a "blind spot" on a global satellite map.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was deathly pale.

Zhao Feng's convoy was forced to stop 500 meters from the edge of the "black hole." It wasn't that they didn't want to go, but that they couldn't.

"Report, Captain! All vehicle engines have stalled! Unable to restart!"

"Report! Tactical tablet screen is black!"

"Report! Electronic sights are malfunctioning; mechanical sights are the only option!"

A chaotic cacophony filled the communication channel, then even the crackling of static disappeared. The walkie-talkie was completely destroyed.

Zhao Feng ripped off his headphones and slammed them onto the passenger seat. He pushed open the car door, jumped out, and was immediately enveloped in a chilling, deathly silence.

There was no wind, no birdsong, and not even the distant roar of an avalanche could be heard.

At the boundary of this "blind spot," the rules of physics seem to be rewritten. All modern technologies that rely on microelectronics and precision circuits become scrap metal here.

"Everyone off the vehicles!" Zhao Feng roared. "Advance on foot! First-level combat formation! Protect the experts!"

Dozens of fully armed special forces soldiers quickly got off the vehicle. Although the red dot sights on their advanced rifles were off, the murderous intent in their eyes remained.

Qian and several scientists, wrapped in thick winter coats and pale-faced, climbed out of the car.

"Captain Zhao..." Old Qian looked at the mechanical watch in his hand that had stopped working—even the purely mechanical structure was being interfered with by some kind of magnetic field, and the hands were spinning wildly counterclockwise. "This...this is not scientific."

"Professor Qian, science has ceased to exist since last night."

Zhao Feng drew his tactical dagger from his waist—his most reliable weapon at the moment—and pointed to the valley shrouded in a strange gray fog ahead.

"Let's go. Let's see what this thing that blinded all the world's satellites looks like."

……

The group trudged laboriously across the gravel beach.

The further you go in, the stronger that strange feeling becomes.

The temperature here hasn't dropped; in fact, it's higher than outside. The snow has melted, revealing the black rocks beneath. And surprisingly, some unidentified little flowers are blooming in the crevices of the rocks.

With its purple petals and stamens resembling countless eyes, the flower is breathtakingly beautiful in this forbidden zone of life at an altitude of 4700 meters.

"This is... a ghost orchid?" The botanist accompanying the team wanted to squat down to take a sample, but Zhao Feng pulled him up.

"Don't touch it! That's a species we've never seen before; it might be poisonous."

The team continued its advance.

After walking about two kilometers, the gray fog gradually dissipated.

Everyone's steps froze at the same time, as if they had been frozen in place.

Before them stood a solitary peak.

This mountain is not high, only about 100 meters high, but it didn't exist on the previous satellite maps! It's as if it grew out of thin air.

On the mountainside of the solitary peak, there is a naturally formed grotto.

The entrance to the grotto is completely unobstructed, allowing sunlight to stream in directly.

Even without binoculars, it's clear to the naked eye that a person is sitting on the platform of that grotto.

Or rather, a human figure.

"alert!!!"

Zhao Feng roared, and dozens of dark gun barrels instantly locked onto the cave.

But he didn't order the shooting. Because the figure was too quiet.

It was a figure sitting cross-legged, with his back to all living beings and facing the bare stone wall. He wore a large, dusty gray robe, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders, long since matted into hardened clumps of gray.

"Is that...a person?" Old Qian's voice trembled.

"The drone won't fly, I'll go take a look."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath. As the captain, he had to lead the charge. He led two of his most elite assault team members, guns in hand, and began climbing the grotto step by step.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

ten meters.

When Zhao Feng finally stood on that platform and saw the figure clearly, this battle-hardened soldier felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

That's not a living person.

It was a dried-up corpse.

A perfectly preserved, almost eerily so, mummified corpse.

His skin clung tightly to his bones like old parchment, a dark bluish hue, but his features were still clearly discernible. He had a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and his tightly closed eyes exuded an aura of unapproachable authority.

What shocked Zhao Feng the most was his posture.

It is neither the struggle at the moment of death, nor lying down.

He was in the standard "five hearts facing the sky" sitting posture—his hands were in a mudra on his knees, and his back was straight, as if he were not dead, but meditating for a thousand years.

"Captain...look at his clothes."

The voices of the team members behind him were hoarse.

Zhao Feng moved closer. Although the robe on the mummified corpse was severely weathered and would crumble into powder with the slightest touch, its ancient style was still faintly discernible.

It features a right-fastening, cross-collar design and wide, flowing sleeves.

Zhao Feng had only ever seen this style in a Qin and Han dynasty artifacts exhibition at a museum.

"This is... someone from two thousand years ago?"

Zhao Feng felt his throat was dry.

Two thousand years ago, a person, dressed in thin linen clothes, walked to the summit of Kunlun Mountain at an altitude of 5,000 meters, found a cave to sit in, and then sat there for two thousand years.

How is that possible?

Back then, humans didn't even have cotton-padded clothes. How did he climb up there? How did he withstand the severe cold of minus thirty degrees Celsius?

"Captain! There are words here!"

Another team member pointed to the stone wall in front of the dried corpse.

Zhao Feng suddenly turned his head.

On the rock face facing the dried corpse, two lines of text were carved.

The characters are vigorous and powerful, penetrating deep into the stone; they were carved out by hand with fingers!

Those are not modern Chinese characters, but the ancient Small Seal script.

Fortunately, Zhao Feng had dabbled in classical Chinese literature during his military academy years. He squinted, struggling to decipher the two short sentences that seemed to have transcended time:

"The connection between heaven and earth is severed, and all spiritual energy is cut off."

"I will guard this gate and not enter the cycle of reincarnation."

boom!

These sixteen characters were like a thunderclap, exploding in Zhao Feng's mind.

Sever the connection between heaven and earth!

This is a story from ancient Chinese mythology about Emperor Zhuanxu severing the connection between humans and gods!

And this person in front of me claims to be "guarding the gate" here? Guarding what gate? And why does he refuse to enter the cycle of reincarnation?

"Get the experts up here... quick!" Zhao Feng shouted down the mountain, his voice filled with unprecedented anxiety. "Get everyone up here! The history books of this world... this world might all be fake!"

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[Behind-the-scenes Director's Perspective]

Hundreds of kilometers away, Gu Qing watched this scene, a satisfied smile appearing on his pale face.

[Ding! Key plot point: The remains of the Corpse Immortal have been discovered by the official team.]

[A level of emotional fluctuation known as "collapse of historical perspective" has been detected.]

[Faithfulness points are being harvested like crazy...]

Current confidence level: 120 points (+68 points).

This mummified corpse is obviously fake.

It was the [Remains of the Corpse Immortal (Fake)] that Gu Qing exchanged for 30 points of Faith, and the clothes were the [Qin Dynasty Alchemist Robe] that Gu Qing exchanged for 5 points of Faith. As for the two lines of text, they were lines that Gu Qing personally "designed".

He doesn't need to explain much.

As long as the four characters "绝地天通" are given, the five thousand years of cultural accumulation in China will automatically help those experts to imagine a magnificent and tragic era.

"This is the aesthetics of leaving blank space."

Gu Qing looked at the scientists on the screen who were worshipping the mummified corpse and murmured to himself.

"You might be wondering: why did the spiritual energy cease two thousand years ago?"

"You might wonder: Is it because the spiritual energy has been cut off that myths have become legends?"

"And now, the spiritual energy has been restored, so..."

"Therefore, everything I, the 'mastermind', have done will be seen by you as a 'return of history'."

Gu Qing stretched and turned off the surveillance camera.

"The first act, 'The Shocking Change in Kunlun,' has come to a perfect end."

"With these 120 points of faith, I can begin preparing for the second act."

"Now that the myths on land have been laid out, shouldn't we let the ocean have its turn to shine?"

Gu Qing's gaze turned towards the distant East China Sea.

There is a pillar there that can stabilize the sea; it seems it's time to move it.