National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

I am very sure of that.

But the belief deeply rooted in this land, engraved in the bones of the Chinese people, is to pray for the mountains and rivers to be safe and for eternal peace.

No matter whether there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead or there is no way out, they can always hold on and figure out a way. Who can say for sure whether the Peach Blossom Spring is hidden behind the willow tree?

The words "Faith is two-way" spoken by the Jade Emperor during the scene switching were still floating in the sea of ​​clouds, and the atmosphere at the moment was a little subtly stagnant.

Jehovah gripped the brand-new Bible, his knuckles turning pale. He was troubled again—a two-way dilemma? Was it that He didn't respond to His believers' cries, and then they turned around and called Him a loser? Was that fair? This logic choked Him, leaving Him speechless for a moment, His face a pale expression as if He had swallowed a fly.

Lingbao Tianzun had no time to care about its little thoughts, and glanced at Apollo who had a blank look in his eyes——

He was still pondering the domineering "mute" rule, trying to recreate the melody in his mind, but found that he couldn't even hum a tune. The artist's melancholy was particularly profound at this moment.

Frey, the God of Peace, showed no emotion. He was quite pleased with the peaceful coexistence of the four pantheons. He glanced at his golden pig, which was sleeping on its back, and poked its snout with his finger. The pig grunted twice, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Only Itzamna raised his hands slightly, and his ultra-high-intensity calculations flashed rapidly. After a moment, the flashing stopped, and his deep voice rang out, "The logical chain is established. Observing the sample 'Huaxia' under extreme pressure, its group belief cohesion and anti-pollution threshold exceeded the original model in our database by 375.6%. The error is too large, and the model needs to be reconstructed."

He paused, then turned his gaze towards the Jade Emperor and Lingbao, his eyes brightening again and again: "Can this characteristic be quantified? Can it be... copied?" The question sounded like asking if it could be wholesaled.

Before the Jade Emperor could utter a single word, Lingbao Tianzun, who was standing beside him, spoke first. His voice was still clear and cold, "The flame of fire is not produced on an assembly line. It is rooted in blood, tempered by suffering, and sustained by... countless individuals who chose not to lie low in despair."

Without even raising his eyelids, he stated as if stating an objective law of physics, "If you insist on applying your 'theological model,' you will only conclude that this approach will not work."

The Jade Emperor rubbed his temples, feeling more exhausted than after ten reincarnation tours of the netherworld. These Outer Gods were more difficult than the last.

He cleared his throat and tried to get the topic back on track. "Hey everyone, the Urobuchi pollution is spreading, the Gate Key is out of control, and those lunatics in Cthulhu are running loose. This is the most pressing matter. You all came all the way to my Heavenly Palace by accident. You can't really be here to study our 'corporate culture', right?"

The Jade Emperor deliberately emphasized the word "accidentally," and glanced at the four people. Finally, he glanced meaningfully at Lingbao Tianzun, who was too lazy to even raise his eyelids.

The subtext is clear: Even if the Suzaku constellation in Shen Jiaan's body is anxious to return to its place, and Lingbao's original body is anxious to revive, the Xinhua world is also anxious to be promoted...

But the Xinhua Realm is, after all, the "main world" stamped and certified by the will of the universe!

The anchor point was as steady as a turtle shell. How could it be so unstable that just as the three "national destiny leaders" Fuxi, Wu Zetian and Qin Shihuang left, the anchor point suddenly broke with a "snap" sound?

Yehvi broke free from the philosophical dilemma of "double harm", put on a stern face, and held the Bible tightly in his arms. A trace of emotion came from the depths of his eyes.

"When I was trapped in the rules and unable to show myself, I sensed a non-existent 'existence'." He did not hide anything, but Yehvi did not do anything about this coincidence.

Apollo finally gave up struggling with the "silencing" rule in his head, and raised his head dejectedly, even his iconic golden curly hair looked listless.

"When I was trapped in the Land of Eternal Night and moldered," he said, his literary tone still lingering, a bit aggrieved, "I also sensed a ray of... 'impossible' light."

He paused, then added, as if to make amends, "But, in terms of cleaning out that... 'expired old garbage' (referring to the evil gods of the Ksitigarbha clan), that light... is indeed somewhat useful."

Freddy was squatting, occasionally poking the nose of his golden pig, which was sleeping on its back with its hooves in the air and drooling all over its body. The pig turned over with a grunt and continued snoring.

He looked up and spoke honestly, "It said... there's a 'non-existent smell of peace' here, mixed with 'existing things', and it dragged me over here desperately." His reason was simple and even revealed the naivety of a stupid teammate. He also said it was purely accidental.

Itzamna was the most straightforward and concise: "I have analyzed the core disturbance signal of the abnormal pollution source. The coordinates of this world are as clear as a lighthouse in Cthulhu's map of the source of chaos." His goal has not changed: to conduct technical research and find the source of pollution.

The Jade Emperor and Ling Bao exchanged a look, and understood.

Among these four Outer Gods, one is looking for "existence", one is looking for "light", one is looking for "peace", and the other is here to conduct technical research.

The composition of this hastily assembled "rescue team" is quite complicated!

However, Itzamna's programming gestures began to move unconsciously again, and it seemed that a halo burst out from it, quickly becoming dazzling, and countless tiny streams of light gathered frantically from under his hands.

In the huge database in his head, keywords such as "Xinhuajie", "anchor point stability", "cosmic certification", "national destiny", and "coincidence" were frantically retrieved, collided, and deduced.

After a moment, the light stream stagnated. His deep voice carried an unprecedented, almost hyperactive emotion: "Anchor point rupture? The universe authenticates the main world? It happens when the three core national destiny carriers leave the scene at the same time? In the probability model calculation... the comprehensive variable is—"

"The energy fluctuations from Lingbao Tianzun's awakening, the gravitational distortion caused by the return of the Vermillion Bird constellation, and the conflicting rules for the advancement of the Divine Nation...! But the calculations... show that the probability of these occurring is less than 0.000047%! Error! Huge error! There is a very high probability of... external interference!"

When he said the last four words, his voice was even filled with harsh electronic noises, and the light in the depths of his pupils formed a rapidly rotating vortex, as if an electronic device had been overclocked and overloaded.

Even the usually reserved Apollo gasped at this conclusion. Although the heavens were filled with the aura of immortality, Yehweh's face turned pale, and the cover of the Bible in his hand was dented with bruises. There was something fishy going on!

All eyes, brighter and more focused than searchlights, instantly focused on Lingbao Tianzun, as if they were about to burn several holes in his cloud-patterned Taoist robe in the next second.

The Jade Emperor crossed his arms, the fake smile on his face widening. His eyes held only two words: Explain? Quickly! Even the wordless white jade book, feigning death at the base of the Tushita Palace wall, seemed to sense the deadly atmosphere, and a barely perceptible golden ripple quietly appeared.

Lingbao Tianzun, the great leader of the Three Pure Ones, faced the gaze that could melt the snow on Kunlun Mountain and the harsh accusation of "human intervention" from Itzamna, but his face still looked like he was wearing a thousand-year-old ice mask.

He didn't even bother to raise his eyes, his gaze just dropped, as if he was counting the non-existent dust particles on his cloud shoes.

In this tense atmosphere, almost ready to explode, Lingbao finally and slowly raised his eyelids. In those clear, piercing eyes, there was no panic, no rush for explanation, only a bottomless, freezing calm.

"Intervention?" He spoke, his voice still clear and limpid, not too high, but strangely enough it drowned out the residual electrical noise of Itzamna's calculations. "Well, perhaps."

He admitted it with such casualness, as if admitting to having a bowl of white porridge that morning, "The anchor of the Xinhua community is too solid, like a stubborn rock. But a stubborn rock has no cracks, so how can new firewood be ignited? How can new buds sprout?"

Lingbao tilted his head slightly, his gaze seeming to penetrate through layers of fairy clouds and cast towards a chaotic, decaying low-dimensional world line below - there, Su Mohui, who had just been "airdropped" by the Jade Emperor's divine power, was having several scorching energy beams fly across his cheek.

"Without destruction, there can be no construction." Ling Bao's voice carried an eternal, almost ruthless rationality. "Even the main world recognized by the will of the universe must be tempered in the furnace of chaos. A broken anchor is the danger of destruction, and also..."

He paused briefly, then spoke word by word, "...a gap opened for the ignition of a new spark."

Lingbao Tianzun raised his eyes, scanning the various gods with varying expressions before finally resting on the Jade Emperor's face. His gaze was eerily calm. "As for 'external forces'... we simply followed the flow. Your Majesty, as you have toured the myriad realms, you must know that 'flow' is irreversible. Shen Jia'an's spirit was agitated, the Vermillion Bird returned to its position, the Kingdom of God advanced... all were part of 'flow'. I merely gave it a push, causing what was supposed to break to 'happen' to break at that moment."

The moment he finished speaking, the white jade heavenly book at the corner of the Tushita Palace suddenly burst out with a golden light that was several times stronger than before!

In the light, countless fine golden threads like the patterns on a circuit board spread wildly, instantly covering the entire jade disk, forming an extremely complex and constantly changing three-dimensional rune array!

The next second, a vast, cold, impersonal wave of will, like an invisible tide, instantly swept across the entire thirty-six heavens!

The Jade Emperor's illusory soul projection suddenly shook, and his expression truly changed for the first time: "The will of the universe...direct response?!"

Lingbao Tianzun looked at the madly evolving rune array, and on his indifferent face, the corners of his mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly, so fast that people thought it was an illusion.

"Look," he said calmly, as if reciting a pre-written script, "it's pushing, too."

At the same moment Ling Bao finished speaking, the Destiny Realm that Su Mohui had traveled through was pulling the new Heavenly Dao Emperor Zhuanxu, and it was accelerating like a clockwork.