Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

The destructive torrent, like solidified magma, with a dark red deathly glow, pressed in inch by inch. The air was squeezed out with a piercing shriek, and the surrounding rocks silently turned to dust before this pure energy.

Lu Yu could feel the burning pain on his skin, the sensation of death approaching. His body hair curled up in the high temperature, and the edges of his clothes were charred black.

The Dao of Herbs, the Dao of Truth, and the Dao of Array within his body were all operating wildly, attempting to build a final barrier. But like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, all his efforts seemed utterly laughable in the face of that overwhelming power.

A sharp, needle-like pain shot through his dantian, and his meridians swelled slightly—signs of overexertion and the imminent collapse of his foundation.

But he can't back down!

Behind him were his seriously injured companions and... ordinary people down the mountain who knew nothing about it.

Shen Che knelt on the ground, his Shadow Hunting Power depleted like a dried-up riverbed, his black clothes soaked with blood. Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain, yet he still gripped the short blade tightly, trying to prop himself up.

Zhao Changfeng's left arm was twisted, and the aura of his wind blades was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind. He lay on the ground coughing up blood, but he still stared at the torrent with resentment in his eyes.

Lin Yue was mostly buried under the rubble, with only his arm showing, where the veins bulged. His power to control wood transformed into a faint green light, still trying to entangle the pangolin's limbs.

Han Bingshuo, who had just crawled out of the rubble, had his beard and hair frosted with ice. The backlash from his eternal freezing origin caused ice shards mixed with blood to keep spilling from the corners of his mouth, but he still raised his hand to gather the last bit of cold air, trying to buy Lu Yu a moment.

Liu Jiaqi's healing power had dimmed to almost nothing, yet she was still struggling to stabilize everyone's injuries.

Su Wan's face was as transparent as paper, her spiritual silver light trembled precariously, and her eyes were filled with fear, yet she stared intently at Lu Yu's back, the silver thread at her fingertips never breaking.

Chen Mo lay prone behind the rock, observing that the vertical lines had dimmed due to excessive exertion, yet he was still frantically deducing ways to break the deadlock, cold sweat mixed with drops of blood dripping from his forehead.

Zhao Lei was covered in blood, and the wound on his chest had reopened. He struggled to get up but fell heavily to the ground again, coughing up blood that stained the ground in front of him. Yet, he still roared and tried to charge forward.

And those few guardians, though lacking the power of the Great Dao, kept their eyes fixed on the torrent, even ready to use their physical bodies to block it at any moment.

Further away, the sound of sirens from the foot of the mountain grew closer, and beams of searchlight swept across the forest. The safety of those ordinary people who were completely unaware of the danger rested on this moment.

Lu Yu suddenly thought of Teacher Liu Jing, her moon-white skirt, her tombstone inscribed with "Using the soul as a torch to purify illusion," and her back as she stood in front of everyone.

A fierce determination surged from the depths of Lu Yu's heart. He gritted his teeth, his jaw grinding, as if he were squeezing out the last ounce of strength from his soul. The Hundred Herbs Cauldron within his dantian hummed violently, and the spiritual plants in his spiritual field withered instantly by more than half. The three Great Dao powers began to collide wildly; he was going to make a final, desperate attempt—

He would detonate his own Dao foundation in exchange for a sudden surge in power, even if it meant his own death and the dissipation of his Dao, all to shield those behind him from this fatal blow!

Just as the decision was made, a sudden change occurred!

In the palm of his hand, the Ten Thousand Paths Hub Mark, which had been dormant for a long time and only heated up to warn him during the first few life-or-death situations, suddenly became scalding hot!

It wasn't the gentle or intense reminder of the past, but a burning pain, as if a red-hot iron had been embedded in his flesh, even penetrating his skin and reaching his soul.

After the excruciating pain came a strange sense of detachment. Lu Yu clearly felt his "consciousness" being forcibly pulled out of his body by an irresistible force! After the excruciating pain came a strange sense of detachment.

Strangely, he did not enter the vast, star-studded hub space as he had done before.

His vision remained intact, and even became clearer!

He could see the eerie rhythm of every bit of energy in the destructive torrent ahead, the trajectory of the molten lava power and illusory energy tangling wildly within the torrent, the pale face of Su Wan behind him filled with fear and determination, Zhao Lei struggling to get up but coughing up blood again, and Chen Mo stubbornly trying to use his insight to outline a way to break the deadlock, despite his dizziness.

However, his body was no longer under his control!

It was as if something, by the unfathomable power of the Myriad Paths Hub, had been forcibly dragged from the endlessly distant other side of time and space and shoved into his body, which was on the verge of collapse.

"Buzz—"

An indescribable aura quietly spread out from Lu Yu's body.

The violent, turbulent energy fluctuations in the space were instantly calmed and stagnant, as if gently stroked by an invisible hand.

Time seemed to slow down, and subtle folds appeared in space. Even the sound of air flowing became distant, and the clamor of the entire mountain forest fell silent, leaving only that ancient and lofty aura enveloping the battlefield.

Su Wan suddenly raised her head, and the keen senses granted to her by the Path of Spiritual Connection made her the first to notice the abnormality.

She looked at Lu Yu's back. The familiar silhouette was still there, but the "aura" he exuded had completely changed. It was no longer the familiar feeling of gentleness mixed with resilience and occasional youthful spirit, but a kind of weariness that had experienced countless vicissitudes of time, an absolute indifference that transcended all things in the mortal world, so unfamiliar that it chilled her to the bone.

Chen Mo felt a sharp pain in his Eye of Insight. He groaned and forcibly stopped his investigation, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In his "vision," the land ahead was no longer a concrete human figure, but had transformed into an incomprehensible and immeasurable "chaos," seemingly encompassing all the changes in the world, yet also seemingly empty, with only countless intricate array patterns flowing within it. This manifestation beyond cognition directly impacted his foundation in the Great Dao, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Zhao Lei, whose mouth was bleeding, also sensed that something was wrong.

That posture, that look—though it still resembled his brother's, it exuded a sense of detachment that required looking up to him, as if a deity enshrined in a temple had suddenly come to life, looking down upon all living beings with a compassionate yet indifferent gaze, causing him to subconsciously hold his breath.

Lu Yu slowly lowered his head, looked at his hands, and a fleeting look of confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he felt unfamiliar with this young body and this battlefield full of life.

But this confusion lasted only a fraction of a second before being replaced by a calm that understood everything.

Ignoring the astonishment of his companions behind him, he turned his gaze back to the destructive torrent that was now upon him. The dark red light reflected in his eyes, but it did not stir up the slightest ripple, like an ancient well with no bottom.

He gently raised his right hand, the movement seemingly casual, slow as if he were admiring the scenery, creating an absurd contrast with the world-destroying crisis before him.

However, as he raised his finger, all the remaining energy in the world, including the raging torrent, seemed to have received a supreme decree and suddenly stopped!

Immediately afterwards, his five fingers changed at a speed beyond the limits of visual perception, forming a complex and dizzying mark.

The mark was not formed by spiritual power, but rather triggered some deeper, more fundamental rule. Countless fine and mysterious transparent patterns appeared in the air, like the traces of wind or the marks of time, weaving together to form an invisible array that enveloped the torrent.

"Disperse."

There was no roar, no chanting, just a plain syllable coming from Lu Yu's mouth.

Words become law.

In the blink of an eye, the crisis that could have wiped the entire Shennong Mountain range off the map was averted.