I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Inside the empty Kunlun Heavenly Palace, before Gu Qing's whispers had completely faded, the wisp of gray-white lamplight he had intercepted in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled a second time.

This is not a simple frequency decay, but a kind of "echo" that transcends endless dimensions.

boom--!

In an instant, a highly compressed, high-dimensional afterimage exploded deep within Gu Qing's will.

It was a chilling picture of a cosmic graveyard.

In the afterimages, Gu Qing saw countless colossal civilizations that had long since perished. There were star-destroying mechanical fleets that blotted out the sky, fragmented immortal kingdoms floating in the sea of ​​stars, and the remains of flesh-and-blood behemoths as large as planets. These once brilliant civilizations, capable of sweeping across lower-dimensional universes, had all come following this gray-white light.

Among them, some cried for help in despair, some wanted to plunder out of greed, and some tried to interpret the essence of the lighthouse with arrogant truth.

But ultimately, they all met the same fate—torn to shreds by some higher-dimensional terror lurking behind the lighthouse. Countless civilizations' flags and broken inscriptions of rules floated like trash in the ruins surrounding the lighthouse.

The last vestige of the afterimage was a piercingly shrill warning, a shattered voice composed of countless superimposed languages ​​of various civilizations:

"Don't turn on the lights!"

Before those words could even finish echoing in Gu Qing's mind, a sudden change occurred!

The grayish-white echo suddenly underwent a fundamental transformation. Originally just a residual image sent outward, it seemed to come alive at this moment, transforming into an invisible, higher-dimensional eye!

The lighthouse is not just sending out messages; it is also "watching" over Gu Qing!

This high-dimensional pollution, carrying an aura of death, is frantically trying to trace back to its source by following the causal link that the secondary Heavenly Dao Network made contact with earlier, attempting to pinpoint the true coordinates of Earth's civilization!

"Looking for my location?"

A cold smile curved Gu Qing's lips. There was no surprise or anger in his eyes, only a condescending indifference.

He had long known that anything involving higher-dimensional harvesters could not simply be a relic.

Faced with this reverse lock-on that was enough to collapse an ordinary Heavenly Dao, Gu Qing did not retreat but advanced. Not only did he not sever the secondary Heavenly Dao network, but he also proactively opened a gap.

But what he offered was a near-perfect bait.

With a thought, Gu Qing forcibly merged the vast Dark Gold Power River of the First Realm Great Yu with the boundless magical industrial data of the Second Realm Ellan in a fraction of a second using the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network as a furnace.

These two completely different origins of the world, on the other side of the multidimensional sea of ​​rules, were forcibly woven by Gu Qing into a false "civilization shadow coordinate." It exuded an extremely realistic life force and energy fluctuations, making it practically a perfect substitute for Earth's civilization.

The grayish-white high-dimensional pollution, like a vicious shark smelling blood, bit into the shadow coordinates without hesitation through the crack.

"If it's taken the bait, then stay."

Gu Qing's eyes turned cold.

Click!

The dark gold rules of the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network crashed down like billions of sharp guillotines! The false shell instantly collapsed inward, gripping the gray-white pollution that was tracking backward and forcibly severing its connection with the Lighthouse's main body.

Gu Qing raised his right hand, and in his palm, the high-dimensional force that had attempted to lock onto Earth was sealed within a dark gold crystal the size of a fingernail. Deep within the crystal, grayish-white mist desperately struggled left and right, but it was utterly unable to break through the suppression.

A dangerous high-dimensional reverse lock was thus easily resolved and reversed by Gu Qing.

After this secret and deadly confrontation, Gu Qing looked at the dark gold crystal in his hand, a deep, cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He has definitively confirmed the level of this lighthouse; it is simply not a target that Earth's current civilization can explore.

It is not an ordinary world pasture, nor simply a high-level relic, but a dangerous coordinate that is on the same level as, or even directly related to, the "high-dimensional harvesters" who are blocking the Earth.

Any substantive contact at this time would be tantamount to raising a torch to a hunter with a shotgun in the dark, only to instantly reveal the true location of the Earth.

Gu Qing stood up, casually waved his hand, and directly threw the dark gold crystal containing the grayish-white pollution into the deepest part of the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, into the secondary Heavenly Dao forbidden zone.

This is a cage built specifically for the highest level of threats.

The instant the crystal fell into the forbidden zone, three terrifying layers of power erupted, suppressing it completely: The innermost layer was a fragment of the dimensional core originally obtained by Earth, forming an isolation layer that cut off all cause and effect; the middle layer was a dark gold seal condensed from the vast amount of faith power of the First World of Great Yu, suppressing the physical dimension with the weight of pure faith; the outermost layer was a high-frequency rule disruption array just extracted and modified from the magical industrial system of the Second World of Erlan, completely erasing the possibility of this crystal emitting any signals outward.

Under the three layers of suppression, the gray-white pollution fell into complete silence.

Gu Qing brought up the highest-level panel of the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network, completely hiding the coordinates of that ancient lighthouse and listing it as the highest taboo file of Earth's civilization.

Code name: Gray Light.

The very moment Gu Qing finished sealing it, the suppressed system deep within his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to sense some extremely unsettling change, and disregarding warnings, it frantically flashed crimson gibberish:

[Error... Should not be archived...] [Lighthouse Protocol...] ​​[Permissions missing...] [Must... be parsed...]

Looking at the incoherent, urgent gibberish, Gu Qing's eyes grew even colder.

The system's abnormal reaction only confirmed one thing for him: there must be some profound connection between the system, the lighthouse, and the higher-dimensional harvester.

Gu Qing's immense will, like a falling giant mountain, once again crushed the system back into the deepest abyss.

In the empty hall, only his cold and mocking whisper remained:

"The more anxious you are, the more it proves that I made the right decision to seal it off."

……

Kunlun Sword Peak remains unchanged, with wind and snow as before.

Chu Tian put down his chopsticks; the steaming bowl of soup noodles was empty. The junior disciple beside him tiptoed forward and tidied up the empty bowl.

Chu Tian did not get up. He raised his head as if he had something in mind and looked towards the Kunlun Heavenly Palace in the sky.

He vaguely sensed that, just a moment ago, the high-dimensional polluting aura that had been attached to his sword intent and made people tremble was completely extinguished and sealed off by an unparalleled power.

But he didn't ask any further questions, nor did he delve into what it was. Since the Dao Lord had sealed it away, it meant that now was not the time.

Chu Tian withdrew his gaze, held his sword with both hands, and closed his eyes to rest again.

All things return to stillness, only the sword's heart remains clear.

……