I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Inside the empty Kunlun Heavenly Palace, everything returned to utter stillness.

Deep within the forbidden zone of the secondary Heavenly Dao, the "Gray Light" pollution, powerful enough to cause the collapse of ordinary Heavenly Daos, was firmly locked down by three layers of terrifying absolute power, preventing even the slightest ripple of cause and effect from spreading. The system, driven into a brief frenzy by the Gray Light, was once again crushed by Gu Qing's emotionless and immense will, forcibly suppressed back into the bottomless abyss of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Gu Qing didn't linger in front of the restricted area for even a second longer. He turned around indifferently and walked towards the majestic secondary Heavenly Throne.

The beacon of higher dimensions is indeed untouchable; it's a trap deep within the hunting grounds. But this doesn't mean the chariot of Earth's civilization will stop roaring. The First Realm, Da Yu, and the Second Realm, Ellan, have already provided Earth with massive amounts of spiritual energy, complete rule samples, and the underlying foundation of magical industries. Earth's civilization is in a period of rapid expansion and advancement; now, it needs to actively seek out the next perfect hunting ground for this behemoth that has already tasted the sweetness of cross-dimensional existence.

He alone decides the direction of civilization's progress.

Gu Qing sat upright on the throne, his vast divine sense instantly connecting with the entire foundation of Earth's civilization.

"Gather".

The cold syllables echoed in the hall.

In an instant, a strand of dark gold backbone from the secondary Heavenly Dao network was detached from the void, transforming into an indestructible skeleton. The boundless dark gold spiritual power of the First Realm, Great Yu, was forcibly extracted like a reversed galaxy, turning into scorching fuel. The extremely complex and precise magical circuits of the Second Realm, Ellan, were reshaped by Gu Qing with his supreme will, woven into the underlying algorithm for deducing dimensions.

Finally, a ball of crimson, blood-red karmic fire leaped from Gu Qing's fingertips and landed steadily in the very center of this complex set of rules, serving as the core selection and purification mechanism.

Without any elaborate rituals or procedures involved in crafting magical artifacts, Gu Qing used his own status as a furnace and the diverse rules as copper to forcibly knead and fuse these four completely different forces.

The dazzling light suddenly subsided after being compressed to its limit.

Gu Qing slowly opened his palm, and a magnificent creation exuding an ancient and desolate aura floated quietly above his palm.

It was a three-dimensional stardial composed of countless nested rings of dimensions, with the karmic fire of humanity quietly leaping at its core. It was not a powerful artifact used to tear apart the boundaries of a formation, but a high-dimensional filter tailor-made for Earth's civilization—the Compass of All Realms.

Its sole mission is to filter out, from the vast and perilous sea of ​​multidimensional rules, those dead ends that are too risky, have extremely low returns, or are severely contaminated by higher dimensions.

"Let me see what else is in this sea."

Gu Qing's eyes were cold, and his immense will was poured into the Compass of All Realms without reservation.

Om-!

The compass erupted with a blinding dark golden light, and the dimensional rings spun wildly at a frequency beyond comprehension. Human karmic fire surged violently, transforming into invisible tentacles that instantly pierced the mist of the multidimensional sea of ​​rules.

Countless worlds flash by on the outer edge of the compass, and the vast majority are judged to be worthless or high-risk the moment they touch the karmic fire, and are ruthlessly filtered out.

A moment later, the compass suddenly stopped spinning.

In the void above the main hall, four enormous and clear silhouettes of candidate worlds were slowly projected.

The first scene: Utter coldness and rationality. The entire world's stars are completely enveloped by layers of impenetrable steel megastructures, with billions of mechanical lifeforms meshing precisely like tireless gears. At the absolute center of countless steel planets, a mechanical god aiming for a neutron star sits atop a massive data throne, coldly deducing the ultimate truth of the universe.

Gu Qing glanced at it briefly before looking away. The Mechanical God Realm was too rigid. Forcibly invading such an emotionless, logic-driven steel universe would easily plunge Earth into a protracted interstellar carnage. Postpone.

The second scene: A sea of ​​spiritual energy. Above the suspended immortal mountains stretching for millions of miles, ancient and mysterious holy lands and sects stand in abundance. In the deepest reaches of those unfathomable spiritual veins, Gu Qing can clearly sense several enormous auras, which are the slumbering ancient monsters at the Nascent Soul level who have lived for countless millennia.

The higher realms of immortality offer immense benefits, but the risk of clashes with similar systems is too high. Premature contact could awaken those old monsters, easily triggering an uncontrollable reverse invasion. Postpone.

The third image: a deathly darkness. Stars are shattered, and the remains of an unspeakable, colossal civilization float in space. Beneath the surface of this world lies a nauseating pollution, strikingly similar to that of "Gray Light."

Gu Qing's face was ashen. This was the remnant left after the harvester had completely devoured it. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly manipulated the compass, permanently shielding the coordinates of this world from its underlying logic.

The compass slowly came to a stop, and the fourth image of light and shadow was fully revealed.

It was a magnificent yet extremely distorted picture.

Above the heavens, hundreds of magnificent divine kingdoms, radiating brilliance, floated high in the sky, with the phantoms of gods appearing and disappearing in the clouds, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.

Across the vast land, billions of mortals, ragged and numb, were imprisoned around countless strict parishes, temples, and altars, like a vast flock of sheep kept in captivity. An overwhelmingly pure faith, rising from their bodies, transformed into golden raindrops that surged upwards to the heavens, offering itself to the greedy higher gods.

Pantheon (the world of pantheism)

The concentration of faith here is terrifyingly high; divine authority overrides everything, and the gods harvest mortals like crops. Although the entire system is vast, it is utterly corrupt from within.

Gu Qing's gaze was fixed on the silhouette of this world.

Earth's civilization has thoroughly mastered the underlying logic of establishing divine records and harvesting faith, possessing a secondary Heavenly Dao anchor point and a brutally efficient system of suppressing boundaries. To deal with this theocratic world, Earth can infiltrate its deepest layers like a virus, carrying out a textbook-perfect reverse takeover.

The gods of this world are not invincible, and their divine thrones can be perfectly replaced by Earth's system of realms.

Gu Qing lightly tapped the compass with his slender fingers, instantly locking onto the dimensional coordinates of the Pantheon of Faith.

However, he did not immediately send a large army to invade. When dealing with a belief system, a direct assault is a poor strategy. The most effective approach is to plant a seed powerful enough to overthrow everything at its most corrupt foundation.

……

The gaze pierced through endless dimensional barriers, landing with a thud at a remote point on the edge of the pantheon of gods.

The wind howled, and yellow sand filled the sky; this was a desolate borderland utterly abandoned by the gods.

Deep in the wilderness, stood a dilapidated little temple. Cold rain dripped from the broken dome, pelting the old, cracked, and unrecognizable statue of a god inside.

In the center of the altar, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl was brutally bound hand and foot with iron thorns, her blood trickling down her fair skin and dripping onto the cold stone slab.

She was the last priestess of this temple, and the only remaining royal bloodline of this vassal state abandoned by the gods. Just yesterday, her country was utterly razed to the ground by fanatical knights from a rival diocese, and her royal family was slaughtered.

At this moment, three heretical inquisitors, clad in ornate gold-trimmed robes, looked down upon her. Their gazes were not that of someone looking at a person, but rather of a beautiful sacrifice. One of the inquisitors slowly raised a skinning dagger coated with dark green venom, preparing to skin her alive and offer her as a sacrifice to their greedy god in exchange for meager divine favor.

There was no pleading in the girl's eyes, only utter despair and unfathomable hatred. She stared intently at the gray sky beyond the dilapidated roof, the direction of the realm of the gods.

The gods demand the worship of mortals, yet they never hear the cries of the weak. Mortals are merely straw dogs, like leeks that can be harvested at any time.

The dagger was raised high, its merciless blade tearing through the air, about to strike.

In that one-thousandth of a second, a matter of life and death!

Inside the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, Gu Qing's fingertips twitched slightly.

The third Earth landmark was rapidly distorted and reassembled in his hands by the Sub-Heavenly Dao Network. In order to avoid the rule perception of the myriad divine kingdoms in the Pantheon, Gu Qing forcibly erased the traces of cultivation and magic, perfectly disguising it as a "fragment of lost divinity" exuding ancient, ownerless majesty.

It was like a divine essence capable of driving any indigenous god mad, quietly merging into the underlying rules of the pantheon.

Gu Qing flicked his finger.

This pseudo-godhead, anchored by the Compass of All Realms, pierced through the sky of the Realm of Gods without hindrance, like a dark golden meteor moving in reverse, carrying enough kinetic energy to crush everything, and crashed straight into the ruins of that dilapidated temple!

boom--!!

With a deafening roar, the entire temple shook violently, and the long-dead indigenous statue instantly shattered, turning into dust that filled the sky!

A terrifying pressure, surpassing all false gods in this world, accompanied by a blinding dark golden light, erupted in a ring from the deepest part of the ruins.

Those three arrogant heretic inquisitors, who had been high and mighty just a moment ago, didn't even have time to scream before their bodies and souls were instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist by this pure attack, completely erasing them from this world!

The iron thorns binding the girl broke apart inch by inch, turning into dust.

She fell onto the blood-stained altar, gasping for breath, her mind blank.

She stared blankly up at the center of the ruins. In that blinding dark golden light, there was no false mercy from any god, nor any divine grace demanding blind devotion; there was only absolute domination and coldness that devoured everything.

Immediately afterwards, a voice, seemingly from an infinitely higher dimension, exuding boundless indifference and majesty, resounded in the deepest recesses of her soul, carrying an irresistible supreme divine decree:

"If you want to live, kneel down."