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

129: The 12th National Ascension【Everyone Is Like A Dragon · National Ascension (Unique · Mythic Rank)】

【Description: Kunlun as the bone, Power Of Will as the Soul. From this day forward, this ancient land no longer requires high and mighty deities to look down upon the Mortal realm, because all living beings have already passed through the Heavenly Gate. Wherever the Dragon Summer Bloodline reaches, that shall be the territory of the Divine Kingdom; wherever the citizens of Dragon Summer stand, that shall be forbidden ground for the Gods.】

【Effect】

【Shedding Mortality for Soul Transformation】: All fourteen hundred million citizens of Dragon Summer are forcibly unbound from their Gene Locks. All sickness, defects, and aging are instantly purged. The Mortal Physical Body transforms into the “Glazed Jade Body (True God Body),” with all base attributes increased by 10000%. The lifespan cap will be taken over by the “Heavenly Dao (Su Yun),” theoretically rendering it infinite.

【Divine Ability Manifests Spontaneously】: Corresponding rule-level innate talents awaken based on individual subconscious tendencies.

Martial Artist System: Qi and blood are like Dragons, Fist Intent materializes, capable of physically confronting Epic-Rank monsters.

Scholar System (Researchers): Brain development exceeds 100%, gaining the “Vision of Truth,” allowing direct parsing of the Laws of all things and materializing theoretical models in the Void Realm.

Life System: Gains the blessing of “Creation,” resulting in bountiful harvests and spiritual communication with all things.

【national fortune Shines Together】: When citizens of Dragon Summer are within the national domain (including the Pantheon radiation zone), all skill effects, Cultivation speed, and recovery speed are additionally increased by 500%.

【Current Consumption: 0 (Passively effective, permanently solidified. Because it binds the “Eastern Pantheon” as the energy source, this skill is maintained by the unending internal cycle formed by the Kunlun Earth Veins and the Power Of Will of the fourteen hundred million beings.)】

【Note: From this moment on, stop watching me from those lofty clouds. Either come down and submit, or... my fourteen hundred million brothers and sisters will drag you down and trample you into the mud!】

The moment the golden light descended, the Kunlun Earth Veins were completely activated. This [Ascension] skill, which was originally targeted only at Su Yun individually, underwent an unprecedented conceptual-level mutation under the tyrannical distortion of [Territory is Domain]!

An unprecedented [National Ascension]!

Buzz—

Centered on the new Pantheon atop the Kunlun Mountains, the golden light representing the leap in life did not stop on Su Yun. It instantly transformed into a golden tsunami, sweeping wildly along the invisible network.

It shot along the thick extra-high voltage power grid, raced along the steel tracks of the Fuxing bullet train, and plunged into the surging waters of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, spreading through the comprehensive water System.

Zero point one seconds.

The entire 9.6 million square kilometer territory of Dragon Summer instantly erupted with a dazzling golden halo on satellite cloud maps! This halo was brighter than the sun, yet not harsh to the eyes.

Southwest border of Dragon Summer.

Outside a snow-covered outpost, spatial rifts flashed frantically. Over a dozen massive, high-rank Two-Headed Frost Wolves opened their bloody maws, pouncing toward Border Guard Old Li, who was reloading his magazine. Old Li’s face was covered in frostbite-induced reddish-purple cracks, and his hands were calloused.

The golden light swept over.

The frostbites and old scars on Old Li’s face instantly fell away. Beneath his rough skin emerged a gentle luster like glazed jade. His muscle fibers completed the reorganization into a True God Body within a fraction of a second.

“Clang.” The assault rifle in his hand dropped to the ground. Old Li didn’t pick it up. He looked at the Frost Wolf that had already lunged in front of him, without thinking of any tactical maneuvers, and merely threw a punch instinctively.

There were no astonishing light and shadow effects of an imposing Aura, only the purely ultimate power of the Physical Body’s Qi and blood.

Bang!

The space in front was struck, revealing a visible web-like crack. The dozen-plus high-rank Frost Wolves, capable of tearing apart armored vehicles, were blasted into a mist of blood by this terrifying punch wind before they could even let out a scream. Even the spatial rift that was continuously spitting out monsters was hammered shut and collapsed by this single punch.

Old Li looked at his unscathed fist, then at the meat residue on the ground, and stood there stunned.

A top-secret underground research institute in the Capital City.

An old professor with a head full of white hair was frowning at the dense derivation formulas on the blackboard. He had been stuck at the Bottleneck period researching eleven-dimensional space string theory for three full years; his brain cells were insufficient.

The golden light penetrated the underground bunker and shone upon him.

The old professor’s white hair instantly turned black, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed away. Even more terrifying was his brain. His thought computation speed instantly broke through the physical limits of carbon-based life, crossing dimensional barriers.

The old professor didn’t even pick up chalk, lightly sweeping his finger in mid-air. His Mental Energy transformed into a tangible band of light, constructing a perfect and exquisitely complex eleven-dimensional string theory energy model out of thin air in the laboratory. The folding and unfolding of various dimensions were clearly visible within the model.

“So that’s how it is... This one parameter was calculated incorrectly.” The old professor touched his now-beardless chin, his tone as casual as picking out a bad potato at the market.

A rural field somewhere.

An old farmer was swinging a hoe, cultivating the hard soil mutated after the cataclysm. The golden light brushed past him.

The old farmer only felt a sudden easing in his chronically aching lower back. His spinal column let out a series of popping sounds, and his entire body straightened up. His Gene Lock snapped at that instant. Lifespan was infinite, accompanied by a Wood-element communication Divine Ability.

As soon as the hoe in his hand landed, a large patch of crystal-clear, giant crops emitting rich Spiritual Qi instantly sprouted from the mutated soil in front of him. A single cabbage grew taller than a person.

On this day, the fourteen hundred million people of Dragon Summer, regardless of gender, age, whether soldier or civilian.

Collectively crossed the chasm between God and Mortal.

Elevated their dimension on the spot.

The entire nation achieved godhood!

One second ago, the people on the ground were desperately struggling to survive against the cataclysmic monsters; the next second, the scene drastically changed, directly entering the daily life mode of fourteen hundred million Immortals. An elderly woman sweeping the floor could summon a spatial storm with her broom, and a food delivery driver didn’t need an electric scooter, stepping on the Void to shrink the distance.

This extremely absurd yet Soul-deeply satisfying leap brought about an explosion in the entire nation’s sense of identity and pride.

However, where there is joy, there is despair.

Deep within the distant Subspace.

There was no light or heat here; it was a pure energy void. God Jehovah, Amaterasu wrapped entirely in bandages, and the few remaining Western Main Gods were crowded in this cramped sanctuary, licking their wounds.

They dared not return to the material world, fearing that Su Yun would pull them out again to roast them into suckling pigs by hand-crafting a star.

At this moment, through the gap in the Subspace, they witnessed the bizarre scene unfolding on Planet Blue. A massive fluctuation of life transition, powerful enough to shake the multiverse, directly pierced the atmosphere.

The bright white halo above Jehovah’s head, which originally represented omniscience and omnipotence, flickered now, like a faulty light bulb with unstable voltage. He stared intently at the Dragon Summer territory, which had turned into a blinding golden light, almost blinding the divine eyes.

This was not the pressure emanating from a single God.

This was the terrifying Aura of fourteen hundred million True God and Main God level lifeforms superimposed together.

The Subspace fell into a deathly silence. No God spoke, even the sound of breathing ceased.

Despair. This was the dimensional downgrade despair experienced by the old-era Gods who had long relied on deceiving Mortals and collecting faith from on high, when faced with an industrialized mass-god-making mechanism.

They were all playing server games; why could Dragon Summer exploit the System loophole to grant everyone max-level privileges? How could anyone fight this!

Not long ago, Jehovah had vowed to make Su Yun pay the price, but now his face was slapped hard.

“Perhaps...” A new, unknown minor God from the Nordic region broke the silence, his voice trembling violently, “We should go over... and submit? They now have fourteen hundred million Gods; all of us combined aren’t enough for one of their neighborhood offices to handle.”

All the Main Gods remained silent. No one refuted, because refuting required confidence, and their only remaining confidence was that they weren’t completely dead yet.

Kunlun Mountain Peak.

Su Yun was stretching his newly transformed Divine Body, listening to the cheers and celebrations from everyone in the command hall.

Suddenly, the Void in front rippled like water.

A spatial rift appeared.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, thinking these Western stragglers still dared to come looking for trouble.

The Jehovah who walked out of the rift completely lacked the previous arrogant temper of modifying Laws from on high. The Supreme God’s form flickered, and his movements appeared extremely stiff and awkward.

Following closely behind was a group of battered and dusty remaining deities.

They did not adopt a fighting stance.

Jehovah coughed dryly, holding up a ball of light emanating rich Divine Power with both hands, barely forcing out an ugly smile.

“Congratulations to Dragon Summer for reforging the Pantheon,” Jehovah said dryly. “We... came to offer our congratulations.”

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End of Book.