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Chapter 239 Nationwide Low-Level Martial Arts
The epic "battle of the gods" has finally subsided! The world, which had been thoroughly tormented by all sorts of deities, can finally catch its breath. The shattered island of Fusang in the Pacific Ocean, like a Lego set dismantled by a mischievous child, is now steaming in the water.

The Pacific winds swept over the ruins of the Fusang Islands, carrying a strange smell of rust mixed with the stench of the sea. Those gods, Buddhas, and demons who were so arrogant just a while ago are now mostly glittering fragments in the seabed silt, or wisps of resentful "faith dust" floating in the sky.

The Nile Valley was completely shrouded in a deep green mist of life, so silent that not even a bird's call could be heard, as if it had been painted with a thick, eerie green paint.

In Northern Europe, the thunder that once roared and represented Thor has completely fallen silent, leaving only leaden, oppressive clouds in the sky. At the Acropolis in Athens, Greece, the light of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, has dimmed as if a light bulb were about to run out of power.

The rogue governments, who possessed mushroom eggs and various high-tech weapons of mass destruction, finally recovered a little from the shockwave of the divine intervention after initially exclaiming "Holy crap?!", "How many small targets have I lost?!", and "What the hell is going on?!"

Satellites? Full power! Drones? 24-hour patrols with no blind spots! All the registered individuals with special abilities in the country, who are usually kept under close surveillance, also known as "extraordinary people" in China, have been recruited.

Yang Jian's crimson ghost eyes swept across the ravaged land. The rusty red originating from Geheros deep within his pupils had settled and assimilated, becoming an inseparable law within his ghost domain power. That rusty red, borrowed from the "Eye of Judgment," Geheros, had completely merged with his "Ghost Eye" ghost domain, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

For him, the "liveliness" here had become dull and tasteless, far less appealing than going home to study the newly acquired "rust" rules.

Joseph Joestar stretched out his arm, which was wrapped in the Hermit's Purple Vine, the tips of which still held traces of dark green mist: "Wow, that was quite an adventure. But this new form of 'Stand' is still quite useful."

The Hermit Purple, who was originally not very aggressive, now has added mental attack effects to his form. Although it is not as powerful as when he borrowed divine power as a contractor, it is enough to make him stronger than before.

Returning to their respective worlds, the powers projected by the Outer Gods in the Cthulhu Mythos lost their crucial "anchor" and "operator." The maddening, reality-distorting whispers of pollution receded from the material world like a receding tide.

However, they haven't completely disappeared; they've only become extremely thin and hidden, like ancient shadows lurking in deep-sea trenches. If they get out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable. That sinister whisper that can drive people mad and distort reality is like nuclear waste—no matter how deep it's buried, it's still unsettling. If left unchecked, it might leak out and cause a major scandal one day.

“If we let this force run rampant, it will eventually become a disaster.” Su Yun frowned slightly as he looked at the indescribable phantoms that were stirring restlessly between the material and spiritual realms. “We will still have to trouble Fellow Daoist Bai.”

“Simple.” Venerable Bai smiled slightly, his hands forming hand seals. Countless profound runes composed of pure spiritual energy appeared out of thin air, falling like stars across the sky, precisely embedding themselves into the nodes of the array he had laid out. These runes carried the unique “simplified Dao” charm of Venerable Bai, nesting and optimizing the incredibly complex seal layer by layer, making the entire sealing array both incredibly sturdy and highly efficient.

The power of the formation was like the strongest chain, completely sealing off all channels through which the power of the Khrushchev gods could penetrate into the material world, and anchoring its existence itself in an extremely stable yet extremely isolated dimensional rift.

Afterwards, Su Yun turned his attention to the parallel world transmigrators who were still watching the show in this world. They had finished watching the show and it was time to send them back.

"Everyone," Su Yun's voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in the ears of every transmigrator, "it's time for you all to go back."

There was no need for these transmigrators to gather; Su Yun directly transferred the power of the interdimensional crystal to them from a distance. The transmigrators, who had originally come to this world due to the crystal's malfunction, were thus able to return smoothly. The transmigrators from various parallel universes reacted differently. Some breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at being able to return; others were simply filled with curiosity, thinking, "That's it? I haven't even finished watching the show yet!"

Their figures, enveloped by the Rainbow Bridge, faded and disappeared quickly and silently, like a pencil sketch being gently erased by an eraser, leaving only barely perceptible ripples in the space.

While the world is in chaos and turmoil, the East presents a remarkably peaceful and even thriving scene.

Domestically, instead of falling into chaos due to the war of the gods, the country took advantage of this favorable wind and accelerated the "National Cultivation Plan".

Since we cannot stop the situation from progressing, we should try our best to adapt to the changes. After the nationwide cultivation campaign began, Na Du Tong Company also carried out large-scale rectification under the instructions of its superiors.

The deliverymen of Nadutong Company now wear a small, technologically advanced badge on the chest of their iconic uniforms, in addition to the courier logo—it reads "Safety Practice Instructor".

In addition to delivering packages, they added another task to their task list: distributing the "Basic Qi Cultivation Guidebook (Special Revised Edition - Helpful Tips to Prevent Qi Deviation)" to communities, schools, and enterprises.

Grandpa Wang, who was doing his morning exercise, clutched his stomach and complained to the young man in the NaDutong uniform with a pained expression: "Ouch! Young man! My dantian feels like I'm holding a hot water bottle while I'm exercising, it's getting hotter and hotter! Am I going crazy?"

The young man skillfully picked up the scanner and scanned Grandpa Wang's stomach. A heat source image appeared on the screen. He twitched his lips and said, "Grandpa... your 'lower abdomen heat'... is purely because your heat pack for treating rheumatism is stuck too high, it's stuck to your belly button! Next time, remember, put the heat pack on your knees! Your lower abdomen is right here!"

While meditating during his lunch break, Manager Zhang's nostrils twitched. He looked at the delivery guy with a puzzled expression and said, "Young man, isn't it strange? Whenever I enter a meditative state, I can always smell... braised pork coming from Old Wang's office next door? It smells so good! So real! Could it be that I've developed a special ability to smell fragrances from afar through my cultivation?"

The deliveryman said helplessly, "Manager Zhang... Mr. Wang and his department next door... had a lunch gathering today and ordered 'Old Wang's Secret Recipe Braised Pork' for delivery... The window is still open... It's just that... you're hungry."

Traditional sacred sites for spiritual practice, such as Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, and Shaolin Temple, are now even more popular than tourist attractions during the Golden Week holiday.

On social media, topics such as #I am a monk in Longhu Mountain, #My first experience with Wudang Cloud Ladder, and #Shaolin monks taught me the Golden Bell Cover have remained highly popular.

At the headquarters of NaDuTong Company, a huge circular holographic screen was divided into countless small windows, displaying key data from all over the country in real time: a heat map of spiritual energy concentration (the redder the color, the more concentrated the energy), a spectrum of abnormal energy fluctuations (a bunch of dizzying waveforms), and the growth rate of registered cultivators (the curve was as steep as if it had been launched into a rocket)...

Su Yun scanned the domestic situation and it seemed that he had changed the world by a little bit. However, compared with the global martial arts world where Cheng Yiyi was, the upper limit was still much lower, and the scope was limited to the domestic area.

"Nationwide low level of martial arts"?
(End of this chapter)