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

The freight yard was a scene of devastation. The collapsed high-voltage power line towers were twisted into bizarre arcs, like the mangled remains of a giant beast. Muddy water filled the potholes on the ground, giving the battlefield a desolate feel.

The door to the duty room creaked open, and Su Jianjun rubbed his sleepy eyes and poked his head out. He had just taken a breath of air mixed with strange smells when he was shocked by the scene in front of him and his feet stopped abruptly on the threshold.

"What...what's going on?!"

His coworkers behind him also woke up one after another, crowding around and sticking their heads out. When they saw the scene outside, which looked like it had been ravaged by a typhoon, they were all dumbfounded, and their sleepiness vanished instantly.

Despite her utter exhaustion, Su Wan's face was already convincingly pale with lingering fear, and her voice trembled slightly: "Dad, you're finally awake! That thunderstorm was terrifying! A bolt of lightning seemed to have struck the iron tower over there directly, causing it to collapse on the spot and igniting the nearby debris, sending sparks flying everywhere!"

Su Jianjun stared with lingering fear at the collapsed iron tower and the charred marks in the distance, patting his chest repeatedly: "Good heavens! That lightning was too eerie! Luckily we were indoors, otherwise, if we had been working outside, the consequences would have been unimaginable! Xiaowan, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

He strode forward, pulled his daughter over, and looked her up and down, his eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine, it was just that the thunder was so loud that it scared me a bit."

Su Wan shook her head and leaned against her father, her spiritual power flowing quietly from her fingertips to soothe his surging fear.

The workers started talking all at once. Some said they had heard deafening thunder in their dreams, while others were glad they hadn't gone out to patrol. Everyone was convinced that this was a "natural disaster."

Before long, nearby residents, alerted by the power outage and loud noise, arrived one after another, and called the power company and the police station in quick succession.

The scene was quickly cordoned off. As "eyewitnesses," Su Jianjun and his coworkers naturally had to cooperate with the investigation. Everyone's testimonies revolved around the extreme thunderstorm weather. No one doubted that behind this seemingly accidental incident lay a life-or-death struggle between man and a monstrous illusion.

In the chaos, Lu Yu used the power of the blue-green array to distort the light, his figure disappearing silently from the crowd like a ghost merging into the shadows.

He was covered in mud and water, and utterly exhausted, but the newly awakened Thunder Dao was surging through his meridians, bringing with it a sense of earth-shattering excitement that made it difficult for him to calm down.

He must immediately find a completely safe place to digest this sudden inheritance of the Great Dao.

Instead of going through the main gate, Lu Yu went around to the back of his own building.

It was already late at night, and all around was quiet, with only a few streetlights casting a dim yellow glow.

He took a deep breath, and the blue-green array power flowed from his fingertips, quickly outlining two simple array patterns in the void—"Floating" and "Concealment".

An invisible force field supported his body, allowing him to drift silently through his bedroom window like a leaf lifted by the wind, without disturbing anyone, including his parents who were still asleep.

The door was locked from the inside, and the curtains were drawn, plunging the bedroom into darkness instantly.

Lu Yu didn't even bother to wash off the mud and exhaustion covering his body. He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness, like an arrow released from a bow, quickly sank into his dantian, touching the mysterious mark that connects all the Dao.

After the familiar feeling of weightlessness, the vast sea of ​​seven-colored light unfolded once again.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Yu followed the guidance he received when the Thunder Avenue awakened and quickly stepped onto the Starlight Staircase to enter the hub.

In the distance, two enormous metal doors stood majestically, their panels cast from an unknown black metal and engraved with dense lightning patterns. Each pattern looked as if it had been cleaved by a sharp blade, with edges as sharp as a razor, as if it would burst forth with tangible lightning at any moment.

Yet this imposing door panel is covered with huge dents and deep scratches, as if it had been torn apart by the claws of a giant beast and repeatedly bombarded by a heavy warhammer, exuding a sense of vicissitudes and ruin.

Lu Yu took a deep breath and pushed the heavy metal door.

The door hinges emitted a dull creak, as if they had been awakened after sleeping for millions of years, carrying the weight and stagnation of time.

The sight inside the door made his pupils suddenly contract.

The interior of the temple is extremely spacious, with dark-colored stone slabs on the floor. The surfaces of the slabs are severely worn, and there seem to be dried dark marks remaining in the cracks, as if they have been soaked in the frost of time and some kind of liquid that has long since solidified.

Huge stone pillars support the towering dome, and the pillars are covered with rough and dynamic battle reliefs:

Warriors wield weapons to fight giant beasts, lightning tears the sky and strikes down illusory monsters, and lightning nourishes the earth and brings life back to life. Every scene is filled with an almost savage aesthetic of power, as if telling the true meaning of the Thunder Path: "destruction and creation".

In the center of the temple, there is only one huge throne, made from a single piece of obsidian, with an ancient and heavy design, and the armrests are smooth and shiny from the wear of time.

Above the throne, a churning thundercloud floated, sometimes as bright as day, sometimes as dark as ink. Deep rumbles rolled incessantly within the cloud, providing the temple with its only source of light and casting flickering shadows onto the surrounding stone walls, making the battle reliefs seem to come alive.

On that throne, a burly figure slowly raised his head, his gaze precisely locking onto the intruder.

He wore a seemingly simple yet exceptionally sturdy leather armor, the surface of which was covered with wear and scratches, and his elbows and shoulders were covered with dark metal armor, the edges of which were also covered with battle damage.

His bare arms were muscular and rugged, with lines as hard as steel, exuding explosive power. His short, light-gold hair stood on end like a lion's mane, and his chin was covered with thick, short whiskers, giving him an unkempt and wild look.

His eyes are the most striking feature.

Deep within those blue pupils, a storm seemed to be brewing, with occasional flashes of lightning that carried a sharp scrutiny, yet also concealed a trace of bewilderment similar to that of Nuwa and Feng Hou.

That was the bewilderment of being trapped in this place for millions of years, wondering about their own destiny and the mysteries of the hub.

He sat quietly on the throne, his enormous hands hovering above the armrests. Where he should have been holding some kind of weapon, there was nothing there, giving off an indescribable sense of incompleteness, as if this unparalleled power lacked a cohesive core.

The entire temple was filled with his overwhelming power, but Lu Yu keenly sensed that this power was like a torrent without foundation, violent yet loose, lacking a kind of controlled and harmonious balance, clearly not the full strength of this ancient god.

When that figure's gaze fell completely on Lu Yu, the Myriad Dao Hub Mark on Lu Yu's palm suddenly heated up slightly, and the light quietly flowed, as if it were creating some kind of wonderful resonance with the thunderous power permeating the temple.

"So, you're the one who inherited my Thunder Path?"

The deep voice, like a thunderclap, carried the unique majesty of an ancient god, echoing endlessly in the empty temple.