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

75: Chapter 75 The door opened!Peninsula Resettlement Area.

Piao Dongxiu was still pondering what the phrase ”do not look directly at the light source” in the broadcast meant.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat on his face.

This kind of heat was very unfamiliar, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was like the tingling sensation of sunlight shining through window paper onto one’s face while lying on a heated brick bed in winter as a child.

”Is it... is it dawn?”

In the crowd, someone let out a trembling murmur.

Immediately after, cries of surprise erupted like a tide.

”No! That’s not the sun! That’s... what is that thing?!”

Piao Dongxiu habitually squinted his eyes and looked toward the east through the gaps between his fingers.

In that instant, only a magnificent, breathtaking golden yellow remained on his retina.

It wasn’t the sun rising.

Instead, nine blazing suns had torn through the darkness!

In the far east, nine Three-legged Golden Crows, so massive they defied measurement, were soaring through the clouds as if undergoing a Rebirth from fire.

The wingspan of each Golden Crow stretched for thousands of kilometers; their golden feathers shimmered, blotting out the sky. When they flapped their wings, the entire atmosphere trembled.

They made no sound, for sound had lost its medium of transmission in the face of such colossal energy.

They were simply flying.

”Whoosh—”

The volcanic ash cloud layer that plagued survivors worldwide—that ”canopy” several kilometers thick containing toxic sulfides—was instantly ignited the moment the Golden Crows passed by.

There was no smoke, no exhaust.

The filthy dust was like snowflakes meeting a raging fire; it sublimated instantly, burned clean and restored to the purest air particles.

The originally bone-chilling cold wind turned into a warm spring breeze the moment the Golden Crows swept past.

Piao Dongxiu watched with his own eyes as the white mist he exhaled vanished.

His daughter, wrapped tightly in his arms, suddenly kicked off her small blanket and babbled while pointing at the sky: ”Daddy, big light! Such a big light!”

The temperature was rising.

It wasn’t a sweltering heat, but was forcibly locked by some sort of rule at the most comfortable 24 degrees Celsius for the human body.

The originally frozen sea surface let out crisp ”crackling” sounds as the ice layer rapidly melted. However, it did not turn into a flood; instead, under the pull of a mysterious power, it obediently receded back into the seabed.

”A miracle... this is a miracle...” The university professor beside him was now kneeling on the beach.

His only remaining lens was fogged up, but he couldn’t bear to wipe it, simply tilting his head back to watch the nine Golden Crows patrolling the sky.

How could this be the work of man?

This was clearly a true deity reshaping the universe!

However, the shock had only just begun.

The heavens were fixed; next, it was time to fix the earth.

Su Yun’s palm pressed down gently in the Void Realm.

”Close.”

The earth began to tremble.

This vibration wasn’t violent or destructive like an earthquake; instead, it was like someone who had slept for a long time stretching, their joints making popping and cracking sounds.

Piao Dongxiu was shocked to find that the beach beneath his feet was wriggling.

No, the entire peninsula tectonic plate was moving!

The old urban area of Busan, which had been flooded due to rising sea levels, was now slowly rising. The ruins of collapsed buildings, the mud on the streets, and industrial waste were being kneaded like dough by an invisible giant hand.

The soil churned, and the earth closed up.

The remains of steel and concrete were buried deep underground, replaced by fertile soil so black it seemed oily.

The ruins that were scarred and like a living hell just minutes ago had now turned into a vast, level field. Even more incredibly, on this brand-new land, countless emerald-green seedlings were sprouting from the soil, growing wildly toward the radiance of the Golden Crows.

What was the principle behind this?

Photosynthesis? Plant growth cycles?

No, all these scientific terms became completely invalid at this moment.

Under the radiance shed by the Golden Crows, the bare mountain ridges put on a green coat at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dead trees sprouted new buds, and dry riverbeds gushed with clear springs.

This wasn’t a simple healing technique.

This was environmental reshaping.

It was the act of forcibly modifying the desperate setting of ”unsuitable for human survival” into a prosperous vision of ”favorable weather and national peace.”

...

The same scene occurred on all lands where the red flag of Dragon Summer had been planted.

On the Ganges Plain, the dirty water filled with radiation and germs instantly cleared up, and the dead Bodhi trees on both banks sprouted new buds.

On the permafrost of Siberia, the thick ice layers turned into trickling streams, nourishing the newly thawed black soil and growing enough wheat to feed hundreds of millions.

What does ”transforming heaven and earth” mean?

This is exactly what transforming heaven and earth means.

In the command center, the operators who were originally busy and tense now stopped their work, each staring at the large screen with wide eyes.

”Is... is this ’Mending the Heavens’?” a young staff officer asked, his voice filled with shock.

”It ignores geology, meteorology, and even the conservation of energy... this is a complete dimensional strike on a conceptual level.” The old general took off his military cap and took a deep breath. ”The Blue Planet is undergoing a Mythological Recovery, but with Comrade Su Yun, Dragon Summer itself might just become a myth!”

And that wasn’t all.

On the screen.

On a plain in Eastern Europe, which was also the westernmost border of Dragon Summer’s current actual control zone.

On that invisible border line, a scene that could be called a ”miracle” appeared.

On the right side of the screen was the Dragon Summer control zone.

The sun shone brightly, with the faint phantoms of the nine Golden Crows appearing and disappearing, shedding warm golden light. The ground was as level as a carpet, the grass was lush and green, and unknown wildflowers even swayed in the breeze, with the fragrance of soil and flowers permeating the air.

On the left side of the screen was the heart of Western Europe, which had not been taken over by Dragon Summer.

It was still shrouded in thick black clouds, with blizzards raging and massive tornadoes swirling debris as they roared between heaven and earth. The ground was riddled with ravines, and magma gushed from the cracks, painting the sky a blood-red color.

In the middle, there was only a single line.

A single step away: on the left was a beautiful spring day, and on the right was the Asura Arena of the Nine Netherworlds.

That line wasn’t a barbed-wire fence or a wall; it was the dividing line between the majesty of a god and the forbidden zone for Mortals.

Several Western refugees who had just run to the vicinity of the border line stood in the blizzard, staring dumbfoundedly at this ”paradise” just one step away.

They had originally been hesitating, still doubting if the people of Dragon Summer had ulterior motives.

But now?

”My God... is this the Garden of Eden?”

An old woman whose face was purple from the cold tremblingly extended a foot and stepped across that line.

The moment her foot touched the ground, the wind and snow vanished.

Warmth enveloped her.

The old woman froze for a second, then knelt directly onto the warm, dry earth, kissing the soil beneath her feet and weeping bitterly.

This was the most direct and forceful conquest.

No flyers were needed, nor were any loudspeakers required to shout messages.

Su Yun used only one skill to turn the concept of ”Dragon Summer” into the only Noah’s Ark in the apocalypse.

Popular Support? It wasn’t just rising; it was exploding!

Inside the command center, Su Yun watched the [National Fortune Points] on the System panel soaring wildly, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

This wave of [Mending the Heavens and Bathing the Suns] not only solved the environmental survival issues but also directly intimidated the few mythological dungeons that hadn’t fully descended yet.

Look at Mount Olympus over there; even the thunder had quieted down significantly. Look at that tree in Northern Europe; its branches didn’t dare to sway randomly anymore.

After all, what kind of Mortal could casually conjure nine suns to go on patrol?

This setup, even in the Mythological Era, would be the highest of high-end.

...

However.

Just as the entire East was cheering and the entire West was racing toward the East.

A sudden change occurred.

The expression on Su Yun’s face suddenly froze.

His eyes, which had held a hint of a smile, instantly became as sharp as a knife.

Almost at the same time, the shrill alarm in the command hall drowned out the cheers of the crowd.

”Alarm! Ultra-high energy level reaction!”

”Coordinates: center of the Atlantic Ocean! Spatial barrier... shattered!”

Su Yun abruptly turned his head to look at the westernmost side of the screen.

That was a blind spot not covered by the radiance of the Golden Crows.

On the sea surface that should have been pitch black, a ball of ghastly white light now lit up.

This light wasn’t warm at all; instead, it exuded a heart-palpitating Death Qi and coldness, like the fluorescent lights of a hospital morgue, without a hint of human warmth.

The source of the light was a ”door” suspended in mid-air, constructed from countless halos and wings.

Before, it was just a phantom, a mirage.

But now, it had solidified.

”Creeeak—”

A tooth-gritting grinding sound, though not transmitted through the air, seemed to act directly on everyone’s minds, giving them goosebumps.

The tightly closed door, at this moment, opened a crack.

No angels flew out to blow trumpets, nor were there loud hymns.

Only a hand.

A hand that was pure white without any flaws, slender and perfect, yet covered in dark red blood, abruptly reached out from the crack in the door and gripped the doorframe tightly.

On the back of this hand, a rusty black nail was still driven through it.