The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

74: Chapter 74 [Genesis: Mending the Sky and Bathing in the Sun]Southern Peninsula, Temporary Resettlement Area.

This was originally an obscure seaside resort, but now it has become a refugee camp. Although it’s called a camp, it doesn’t have that oppressive Death Qi; instead, it’s filled with a certain sense of relief from surviving a disaster.

Rows of dark green military tents are pitched uniformly on the beach, looking like sturdy patches sewn onto this shattered coastline.

Piao Dongxiu is wrapped in a military overcoat that is clearly two sizes too large, holding a steaming bowl of dough drop soup in his hands as he huddles in a corner sheltered from the wind. The daughter in his arms has just fallen asleep, her little face flushed red, with a small speck of egg flower still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

It is very safe here.

Fierce warriors wearing exoskeleton mechs patrol the perimeter twenty-four hours a day.

This is a true fortress; forget Ghouls, not even a fly could get in. Every few hours, a dining car comes by to distribute food, and there’s even a dedicated medical team to check everyone’s body—regardless of whether they are infected, they get a Healing Spell first.

Logically, Piao Dongxiu should be satisfied. Compared to those still hiding in the ruins like rats, he is practically in Hell’s opposite, a paradise.

But he cannot sleep.

He looks up at the sky, which is as pitch-black as if it were coated in asphalt.

Since the cataclysm began, he hasn’t seen the sun.

Thick volcanic ash, combined with some unknown dark energy, has wrapped the Blue Planet like an airtight tin can. This is the seaside; even with countless fire pits lit, the damp, cold chill still seeps into the marrow of his bones.

In normal times it would be fine, but now...

Piao Dongxiu shifts his gaze to the north.

Even from such a distance, against the backdrop of the polar night, there is still a silhouette in that direction that makes the Soul tremble. That is not a mountain, nor a cloud, but the shadow of a tree.

It is too massive; its twisted branches seem to pierce the stratosphere, and the shadow it casts looks as if it wants to suck the life out of the entire Earth.

“That is Yggdrasil, the World Tree from Norse mythology.”

A voice comes from beside him.

Piao Dongxiu turns his head; it’s a middle-aged man from the Peninsula wearing glasses. He used to be a university professor and was said to be quite famous.

The professor pushes up his glasses, which only have one lens left, and exhales a breath of white mist. His tone carries a hint of pessimism: “Although the Dragon Summer army is strong, I have to say, if this thing really is the World Tree... it’s simply not something human power can contend with. If gods descend along this tree later on, the meal we’re eating now might just be our last meal before execution.”

The dough drop soup in Piao Dongxiu’s hands suddenly loses its flavor. He subconsciously tightens his hold on his daughter.

“Didn’t the Dragon Summer people say that as long as we are on their territory, no one can touch us?” Piao Dongxiu retorts somewhat defiantly.

“Territory?” The professor gives a bitter smile and points to the pitch-black wasteland around them. “Brother, look at this environment. Tsunamis could return at any time, the temperature is still dropping, the crops in the ground are all frozen to death, and the soil is heavily salinized. Even if the monsters don’t eat us, how long can humanity last in this environment? One year? Two? The Dragon Summer people can save us for a moment, but can they mend the hole in the sky for us?”

Piao Dongxiu falls silent.

Yes.

Living is more than just having a bite to eat.

If one has to linger on in this eternal darkness and severe cold, what difference is there from living in Hell?

Just then, a sharp air-raid siren suddenly resounds throughout the camp.

“Wooo——!!”

Piao Dongxiu shudders, nearly dropping the bowl in his hand. By reflex, he shields his daughter beneath him and looks around in terror.

Are the monsters coming?

Or has that World Tree fallen over?

“Silence! All personnel stay where you are, do not panic!”

The calm and powerful voice of a Dragon Summer commander comes over the broadcast, but strangely, there is no sense of combat urgency in this voice; instead, it carries a hint of... indescribable anticipation?

“I repeat, this is not a drill, nor is it an enemy attack.”

“Everyone, please put on your sunglasses. If you don’t have sunglasses, please close your eyes or turn your back to the east.”

“I say again, to protect your eyesight, please do not look directly at the light source!”

Huh?

Piao Dongxiu is stunned.

Sunglasses?

At a time like this, where would sunglasses come from? And in this pitch-black darkness, where would a light source come from?

...

Dragon Summer, Supreme Command Hall.

Su Yun stands before a massive holographic sand table, looking at more than half of the Earth covered in red markers. Feedback from the front lines has arrived; all civilians are prepared for intense light.

He lets out a soft breath, a flash of determination in his eyes.

The core of Chinese civilization has never been just about conquest, let alone plunder.

In the myths of other civilizations on this planet, encountering a great flood means building a boat to flee, and encountering a falling sky means kneeling in prayer. Only our people, whether facing floods or a falling sky in our myths, have never thought of running away; we only think of taming the waters and mending the sky.

This is the farming gene carved into our bones, and the romance unique to this land.

Only by making this place habitable again will it be more than just a territory on a map, but a true home.

With a slight thought, the System panel unfolds on his retina.

[Detected Host’s strong will: Reshape the broken mountains and rivers, dispel the apocalyptic eternal night...]

[National Guardian-level skill ”Mending the Heavens and Bathing the Suns” is being released...]

[Judgment in progress... Talent ”Territory is Domain” intervening.]

[Judgment passed. Current coverage: The entire territory of Asia, parts of Eastern Europe, North African coast (dynamically expanding with the actual control line).]

[Detected target is a planetary-level geological and meteorological System; conventional energy levels cannot match... Extracting Huaxia ancient mythological foundations...]

[Linking ”Nüwa Refines Stones to Mend the Heavens” Law...]

[Linking ”Xihe Gold Crows Patrol the Sky” Law...]

[Conceptual reshaping complete.]

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[Creation · Mending the Heavens and Bathing the Suns]

[Description: In ancient times, the four pillars collapsed and the nine provinces split; the heavens did not cover everything, and the earth did not support all. Now there is a National Scholar, refining five-colored stones to mend the azure sky, driving ten suns to illuminate the long night. Within this realm, my heart is the Heavenly Heart, my will is the Heavenly Will.]

[Effect One · Xihe Bathes the Sun (Meteorological Reshaping):]

Summons nine ”Sky-Patrolling Gold Crows” condensed from national fortune to ascend. Forcibly clears all negative weather within the territory (including but not limited to stratospheric volcanic ash, radiation clouds, and arctic storms). Ignores atmospheric circulation Laws, forcibly locking the temperature at ”Human Comfortable (24 degrees Celsius),” and grants sunlight the dual attributes of ”Evil-Breaking” and ”All-Things-Growing.”]

[Effect Two · Nüwa Mends the Heavens (Geological Reshaping):]

The earth’s tectonic plates enter ”Plasticine” mode. Ignores plate tectonics and geological movement inertia, forcibly fusing fractured crusts, smoothing folds, and making seawater retreat to the seabed. Instantly transforms polluted, salinized ”Wasteland” into ”Spirit Soil Fertile Land” suitable for cultivation.

[Current Consumption: 100 Mana points (deducted and continuously being drawn... Detected hundreds of millions of survivors generating ”Fanatical Faith,” national fortune pool is overflowing, subsequent maintenance consumption reduced to zero).]

[Remark: I said let there be light; which deity dares to turn off the lamp?]

Su Yun raises his right hand toward the holographic map in front of him, making a Void Realm grasping motion. Within his palm, he feels as if he is holding the pulse of the entire world.

Then, he slowly lifts it upward, his movement as steady as if he were lifting a brand-new era.

“Rise.”

This voice is very soft.

But in the real world, it becomes a thunderclap that shatters the firmament.