Chapter 435 A Failed Performance

"Report! Analysis results are in!"

A bespectacled technical manager stood up, his face a mixture of admiration and disdain.

"Old Sun is right!"

"No spiritual energy or extraordinary energy reaction was detected at the scene."

“The electromagnetic spectrum in that area is unusually complex, and we have determined that at least two different technologies are operating simultaneously.”

"AI projection, infrasound..."

"They used technology to simulate a miracle."

"Simply put, this 'divine intervention' was fake."

Chen Jianguo was stunned: "Made with...with technology? Aren't you afraid it will be exposed?"

Sun Jiuchou: "No matter how exquisite the shadow puppetry is, it is still fake in the end."

"It all depends on Elder Lu's plan to break through this barrier."

...

South Korea, Capital Square.

The towering phantom of "Dangun" grew increasingly solid and imposing.

An oppressive force, seemingly emanating from the primordial era, pressed down on the hearts of everyone present through infrasound.

Tens of thousands of people have fallen into complete frenzy, prostrating themselves and shouting incoherent slogans.

"God Lord! God Lord!"

"Welcome, Divine Lord!"

The high priest's face went from ecstasy to madness. He slowly turned around and looked down at Lu Changfeng on the viewing platform. His voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, resounded throughout the square and the world.

"Distinguished guests from China!"

"Now, do you see it?"

"Our divine lord has awakened."

"This is our shared bloodline! This is the glory of our ancestors!"

"Do you still intend to use those mortal words to imprison the sacred bloodline?"

He reached out and pointed directly at the two boxes of books on the table in front of Lu Changfeng.

Provocation! A blatant provocation, made in front of the whole world.

Billions of viewers around the world held their breath. How would the immortals of China respond?

Is it anger? Is it admission? Or...?

Lu Changfeng finally moved. He didn't look at the crazed high priest or the huge phantom. He simply turned his head calmly and looked at the two young disciples behind him.

"Qinghe".

“Disciple is here,” a young Taoist priest with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes replied, bowing.

In a tone as if asking a question in class, Lu Changfeng asked slowly and deliberately, "What is a god? What is a trace?"

The disciple named Qinghe answered loudly without thinking, channeling his spiritual energy.

"Reporting to Master."

"Gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and solidifying an indestructible will, that is what makes a god."

"To alter the sun, moon, and stars, and to change the course of mountains, rivers, and waters, is to leave traces."

"Without the surge of spiritual energy, without the trace of the Great Dao, it is all illusion, nothing more than a magic trick."

With clear voices and distinct words, this Q&A session was broadcast worldwide via microphones.

In the command center, Chen Jianguo slapped his thigh: "Good! Well said!"

In the square, the high priest's expression instantly turned somewhat ugly.

Lu Changfeng then slowly turned his gaze to him, and then looked up at the huge "Tan Jun" phantom.

A hint of regret appeared on his face: "What a magnificent illusion."

He shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment a teacher might have for a disobedient student.

"It's a pity; it has form but no spirit, sound but no power."

"In the end, it was all just a mirage."

After saying that, he raised his hand and skillfully circulated his cultivation technique, spiritual energy flowing around his hand. Then, he gently pushed the air in front of him.

The spiritual energy surged forward, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. In the next instant, a ripple of spiritual energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread out from him.

The ripples swept across the viewing platform, the crowd, and the altar, the spiritual energy heading towards the high-tech equipment hidden behind it, which was detected by divine sense.

"Sizzle—"

An unexpected change occurred!

Just like an old television that has lost its signal, the towering phantom of "Dangun" suddenly trembled!

The next instant, the image began to distort and flicker wildly, with countless snowflakes and data streams flashing by!

That majestic face instantly transformed into countless intersecting red and green grids!

"ah?"

"What happened?"

"God... Lord God, he..."

"Dan-gun..."

"No! No!"

"This...this looks like a bad TV signal."

"Is the country deceiving us?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! This must be part of the process of Dangun's descent, yes!"

The enthusiastic crowd was stunned.

The high priest's smile froze.

The whole world has seen it clearly.

That's not a god, that's a bunch of code that's crashing.

The next second.

Snap!

Like a soap bubble that had been popped, the enormous phantom vanished completely amidst a piercing crackling sound of electricity.

The wind stopped.

That oppressive pressure also vanished.

The sky has regained its clarity.

The sunlight shone on the square again, illuminating the blank, bewildered, and incredulous expressions on everyone's faces.

The whole world was deathly silent.

The high priest stood frozen on the altar, his mouth agape, but no sound came out.

Lu Changfeng slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had just done something insignificant, then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a small sip.

Hmm... It's not as good as the spiritual tea the country gave him. I wonder if I can ask for some more spiritual tea when I get back from this business trip. I should hurry up and finish things here before going back. Lu Changfeng withdrew his wandering divine sense.

He put down his teacup, his gaze returning to the high priest, his voice calm.

"If the foundation is a lie, no matter how tall the building is, it will eventually collapse."

"Your ancestor seems to be... not very robust."

After he finished speaking, he gently tapped the two boxes of books wrapped in yellow cloth on the table.

"Our Chinese civilization has existed for more than five thousand years, and it is not based on some vague and illusory magic."

"It relies on the culture passed down from generation to generation and the history etched into our bones."

He stood up and straightened his Taoist robe.

That concludes today's lesson.

"I hope you will take good care of yourself."

After saying this, he looked away from everyone, took his two disciples, turned around, and calmly left under the gaze of the whole world.

What remains is a stage that has been botched, a clownish priest, and a country that has become a laughingstock worldwide.

...

China, Command Center.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Chen Jianguo slapped the table, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm doomed! I'll never forget what just happened!"

"The old man's expression was like he'd swallowed a fly! It was hilarious!"

"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit! Elder Lu's move is truly to destroy their spirit!"

The entire command center was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

This absurd farce came to an end in the most dramatic way.