I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The night in the Kunlun Mountains is as silent as a giant black coffin.

The only sound was the entrenching tool in Gu Qing's hand striking the frozen ground.

"Clang, clang, clang."

Panting heavily, Gu Qing dug a half-meter-deep pit beside the ancient riverbed that had been dry for thousands of years. His movements were anything but elegant; he resembled a murderer burying evidence under the cover of night—in a sense, he was indeed "committing a crime," murdering humanity's existing scientific common sense.

"call……"

Gu Qing threw down the shovel and wiped the sweat that had already frozen into shards on his forehead.

He pulled out an item that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket.

It was an ordinary bronze box, a modern handicraft he bought for two hundred yuan at the flea market down the mountain. It was crudely made and had the words "tourist souvenir" engraved on it.

"System, redeem [Ancient Antique Marks (Master Grade)]."

"Target: The bronze box in my hand."

[Ding! 3 points of Faith Points deducted.]

[Timeline wiping in progress...]

Gu Qing's hands felt slightly warm.

Visibly, the brand-new bronze box began to undergo astonishing changes. The originally bright bronze rust color quickly became dull and mottled, and a thick layer of green rust (red-spotted green rust) appeared on the surface, a special oxide layer that only forms after being buried underground for at least two thousand years.

The edges of the box were worn smooth, as if eroded by countless years. The four characters "Travel Souvenir" on the bottom were directly erased by a seemingly natural corrosion mark, replaced by several blurry, yet seemingly regular, engravings.

In just three seconds, a piece of modern industrial waste was transformed into a "national first-class cultural relic".

But that's not enough.

Gu Qing opened the box. The box was empty.

"A box alone makes an antique; content is what makes it a legend."

Gu Qing looked at the system's exchange list. He now only had 17 points of faith left.

He had to be very careful with his money. He couldn't just exchange for a magic pill—that was too expensive; nor could he exchange for a monster—that was too unrealistic. He needed something that lay on the edge between "biology" and "theology."

His gaze fell upon a special item worth 15 points.

[Dormant Unknown Plant Seed (Contains Weak Psionic Reaction): 15 Points of Faith]

"exchange."

A flash of light.

A jet-black seed appeared in Gu Qing's palm. It was only the size of a fingernail, its surface covered with dark red veins that bulged out like blood vessels. Even in the minus twenty degree Celsius temperature, the seed still emitted a faint warmth.

It has no name and does not belong to any phylum, class, order, family, or genus in the plant kingdom.

Gu Qing carefully placed the seeds into the bronze box and then closed the lid.

"That's right." Gu Qing muttered to himself, "A bronze box from two thousand years ago, containing a still-active, unknown seed. When those botanists used carbon-14 dating to determine that the box was from the Warring States period, but discovered that the seed inside possessed a genetic structure that modern plants don't have... their expressions must have been quite something."

He placed the box in the pit, filled it with soil, and tamped it down.

Finally, he grabbed a handful of dry grass and scattered it on top, then opened the system and used the newly acquired 1 point of faith power to restore the land to its original state, completely covering up the traces of digging.

After finishing all this, Gu Qing stood up and patted the dirt off his hands.

The cold wind rustled his clothes, but he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he stood on the empty riverbed, like a director who had just finished setting up the stage, examining his masterpiece.

"System, record the coordinates."

"This will be the climax of the first act."

Gu Qing raised his head, gazing at the still silent starry sky, a playful smile playing on his lips. He opened his arms, as if embracing the long night, or perhaps addressing countless spectators in the void:

"Everyone, there's no need to rush to deny it, nor is there a need to rush to find the truth."

"Because from tonight onwards, I will define what is called truth."

"The world is a giant theater, and all beings are in the play."

"And me..."

Gu Qing's voice faded into the wind:

"I am the only audience member and the only writer."

……

Time: 4:30 AM

[Location: National Astronomical Observatories Headquarters, Top-Secret Conference Room]

The air was thick with the suffocating smell of tobacco.

On the large screen in the conference room, two images were displayed side by side.

On the left is the optical observation record transmitted back by Li Mo from Hongyashan: that 0.43-second "starry night blink".

On the right is a radio signal spectrum of the same period, which was just retrieved from the FAST radio telescope in Guizhou.

Seven or eight elderly professors, dressed in white coats and with receding hairlines, sat around a table in deathly silence.

Professor Wang Jianguo tapped his knuckles on the table, making a "tap, tap" sound, a habitual action he took when extremely anxious.

"Say something," Wang Jianguo said in a hoarse voice. "Old Zhao, you're in radio astronomy, you go first."

The expert, known as Old Zhao, took off his glasses, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and pointed to the diagram on the right with a wry smile: "Old Wang, what do you want me to say? This diagram... it doesn't look natural."

"What do you mean?"

"Radio signals in nature, whether from pulsars or the cosmic microwave background radiation, are random or a repetition of some physical law." Old Zhao took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "But this set of signals... in the 0.43 seconds of the Big Dipper's displacement, FAST received a set of extremely regular wavebands."

He picked up the laser pointer and drew a line on the screen.

"The frequency is constant, and the peaks and troughs are perfectly symmetrical. This is not noise; it's more like... some kind of 'carrier signal'."

"Carrier signal?!"

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

What does "carrier wave" mean? It means it's man-made! Or created by intelligent beings!

"You mean..." Wang Jianguo felt his throat go dry, "...aliens? Right in the Big Dipper?"

"No, what's even more outrageous is..." Old Zhao paused, his expression turning extremely strange, "After decoding, this signal didn't contain any complex mathematical formulas or alien coordinates. After its frequency was converted into sound waves, it only produced a very low, very regular vibration."

"What kind of vibration?"

Old Zhao pressed the play button.

A muffled sound came from the speaker.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Slow, powerful, and profound.

Each strike felt like a blow to everyone's heart.

"That sounds like..." a young researcher in the corner blurted out instinctively, "...a heartbeat?"

Dead silence.

Once again, deathly silence.

The Big Dipper moved, and then a cosmic broadcast, like a heartbeat, was heard.

This goes beyond the realm of astronomy; it's like the beginning of a horror movie.

"Block the news."

The middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, who had been sitting at the head of the table without saying a word, finally spoke. He was the head of the security department.

He stood up and his gaze swept over all the scientists present.

"From this moment forward, the data from the Hongyashan Observatory is classified as SSSS-level top secret. Dr. Li Mo is under immediate quarantine and has signed the highest level of confidentiality agreement. None of you here have left this conference room tonight."

"Boss, how do we explain this phenomenon?" Wang Jianguo couldn't help but ask. "What if it's some kind of supernatural weapon or..."

"An explanation?" The middle-aged man looked at the strange waveform on the screen, a hint of unprecedented seriousness flashing in his eyes. "If science can't explain it for now, then we'll go to the site and find out."

"on site?"

"The satellite department just sent a report that during that 0.43-second abnormal fluctuation, the focus of energy convergence was not in the sky, but on the ground."

The middle-aged man reached out and pressed heavily on the map.

That was the ancient riverbed deep in the Kunlun Mountains, the very place where Gu Qing had just buried the bronze box.

"Organize scientific expedition teams. We need top-notch people in geology, archaeology, biology, and physics."

"I want to know what exactly caused the stars in the sky to move."

……

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the clouds.

Gu Qing sat on a rock, holding a bowl of freshly cooked hot instant noodles in her hands.

【Ding! 】

The script's subsequent development has been successful.

[National-level force detected (SSSS-level top secret operation).]

[Faithfulness score rebounds significantly: +50 points!]

"50 points?" Gu Qing blew on the steam rising from the noodle soup and laughed. "Looks like they're really scared."

Fear is one of the oldest human emotions and also one of the most powerful sources of confidence.

Gu Qing took a sip of the hot soup, and the warmth flowed down her throat into her stomach.

"With these 50 points, we can add some real 'special effects' to the Earth in the next scene."

He looked at the distant, undulating snow-capped mountains, his eyes clear.

This is just the beginning. Soon, this slumbering mountain range will become, in his writing, the first bridgehead for the return of myth to the world.