Chapter 144: The Grand Momentum Has Taken Shape

If the strange changes in Mount Beimang days ago had stirred up waves across the internet…

Then tonight’s clash between ancient battlefield wraiths and the Underworld’s Yin Soldiers was nothing short of a world-ending tsunami.

Billions of information streams spread like wildfire online. Over ten thousand cameras, phones, and security systems across Luocheng captured the entire battle between ghost soldiers and the netherworld’s enforcers.

Every social media platform experienced an unprecedented surge in user activity. It was as if the entire virtual world was shaking before an oncoming supernatural storm.

On social media, every trending topic was dominated by “Parade of a Hundred Ghosts” and “Yin Soldiers Crossing the Land.” Discussion exploded across every corner of the web.

On video platforms, the earliest uploaded clips skyrocketed in popularity—each second seeing tens of thousands of comments.

“Are ghosts… real?”

“Can anyone tell me if this is some crazy CGI or real-life footage?”

“If these are movie-level effects, I’m definitely buying a ticket!”

“Idiot above, this is exactly what happened in Luocheng. My third aunt’s grandniece’s classmate lives there. He confirmed the videos are legit.”

“I have footage of the battlefield aftermath—click my page to see it.”

“That rift the Yin Soldiers came through… is that the legendary underworld?”

“I’m going to Luocheng! I want to witness the return of the underworld with my own eyes!”

At Qingwu Group’s content review department, the chief reviewer’s expression was shifting rapidly.

Just moments ago, his team had reported the massive influx of content related to the Hundred Ghosts of Luocheng and the Wraiths of Mount Beimang.

According to upper-level directives, they were supposed to block all content related to Luocheng and Mount Beimang.

But now, billions of viewers were active across every platform. Millions were commenting every second. This overwhelming data flood left them unsure how to proceed.

At that moment, a phone call came through.

When the review chief saw the caller ID, his expression stiffened. It was Director Zhao from Qingwu Group Headquarters—a man known to have murky ties with the upper echelons of the Eastern Federation. He was also among the strongest supporters of Federation policy.

A late-night call like this could only mean one thing—it was about content suppression.

The reviewer composed himself and answered. He respectfully reported:

“Director Zhao, I’ve already issued the order to block all content related to Luocheng and Mount Beimang. The departments are working overtime. We’ll have everything purged before eleven.”

But before he could finish, a furious roar exploded from the other end of the line.

“Idiot!”

“How the hell did someone like you end up in charge of content review!?”

“Who gave you the order to block everything!?”

The reviewer froze, utterly stunned by the “warm greeting.” Carefully, he stammered:

“Blocking the content was… part of the original directive from the Federation, and… also approved by the board…”

Director Zhao cursed him again:

“Yes, that was the original policy—but do you not see what time it is now?”

“The Parade of Ghosts, the Return of the Underworld—these events have gone viral worldwide. Everyone is talking about it.”

“If you go and suppress this content now, you think users won’t revolt!? Within thirty minutes, they’ll abandon us completely! Billions of them will flood to rival platforms!”

“We’re the largest short video platform in the country! Do you know how many wolves are watching us, waiting for us to slip up so they can trample our corpse and rise?”

“And you—you want to hand them the market on a silver platter? I seriously suspect you’re a damn spy from a competing company!”

The reviewer finally realized the gravity of the situation. Cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

“Thank you for the warning, Director Zhao. I’ll rescind the order immediately!”

“But… if the Federation’s State Council comes asking about this—”

Zhao coldly snorted.

“The State Council? This has already gone beyond the internal affairs of the Eastern Federation. The Union is circling like a vulture. If the State Council tries to cover it up by force, the Union will seize the opportunity to make a move.”

“Don’t worry—the original policy agreement is already a worthless scrap of paper.”

“All that talk about maintaining order means nothing next to real, tangible profits.”

Similar scenes unfolded across other video platforms.

Faced with such tremendous benefits, every company—without saying a word—chose to turn a blind eye to the original ban and let the trending surge continue.

Meanwhile, deep within the spiritual vein of Mount Beimang…

The Giant Spirit God stood atop the peak, overlooking the distant Luocheng through rolling clouds of fog.

In his wise eyes, countless streams of information flowed in an instant.

This ghost-god supercomputer, walking the path of omniscience, silently monitored everything within the scope of the internet.

To him, modern computational networks were no more advanced than primitive tribes. Under his gaze, no secret could remain hidden.

Phone calls. Meetings. Confidential memos.

All of it was already under his watchful control.

When he saw the major platforms decide to abandon the information blockade, a faint smile finally crept across his divine face.

After the Hundred Ghosts March ended, it had been he who personally uploaded all the captured footage to every major platform.

Originally, the platforms had strict bans on anything related to Mount Beimang or Luocheng. Even trying to upload such content would trigger instant bans.

But under the Giant Spirit God’s control, over ten thousand videos bypassed the filters and were immediately pushed to viewers.

In truth, if he had wanted, he could’ve lifted the ban with a single thought.

But doing so would have been too obvious—making it clear to all powers that someone was manipulating events behind the scenes. That would go against Lu Yan’s original plan of remaining hidden in the shadows.

The modern version of the world was tied to too many factions. If those forces realized there was a mastermind behind the scenes, then when the next version began, countless powerful beings would start digging for the truth.

That would only bring unnecessary trouble for Lu Yan.

So the Giant Spirit God had waited—for the perfect opportunity.

Tonight’s Luocheng event was that chance.

Once the ten thousand videos were out, the shocking footage quickly triggered a massive viral wave.

By the time the platforms noticed something was wrong, they were already riding the wave of attention, unable to pull back.

With so many tangled interests, even the Heavenly Dao of the modern world couldn’t compete with the raw, immediate lure of profit.

The Giant Spirit God turned to the mountain’s summit, where Lu Yan sat cross-legged.

His eyes were filled with awe and reverence.

“My Lord, the great momentum of Spiritual Revival… has already taken shape!”

(End of Chapter)