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

A sharp cry shattered the stillness of the night, and two familiar figures rushed out of the stairwell—

It was Lu Yu's parents. Lin Hui's hair was a little messy, obviously because she was in a hurry and hadn't had time to comb it. Lu Jianming's shirt was buttoned up with two buttons wrong, and his face was full of undisguised anxiety.

"Xiaoyu! You're finally back!"

Lin Hui grabbed his hand, her fingertips cool with the night air. Her gaze swept over his tattered school uniform and the faint marks on his arms like a scanner. Her eyes instantly reddened, and her voice trembled uncontrollably. "What happened? Why are your clothes so torn? Did something happen?"

"Lu Yu's mother, don't worry."

Liu Jing got out of the car and explained gently, "There was a sudden fire at Huayi Shopping Mall tonight, and the scene was a bit chaotic."

I am Liu Jing, Lu Yu's homeroom teacher. I happened to be running errands nearby at the time, and Su Wan, who was with him, contacted me immediately. I've already gotten them all out safely; their clothes were a little torn in the chaos, but they're all fine.

Lu Yu then belatedly realized that his phone had been knocked away in the chaos of the mall, and the screen had shattered. No wonder his parents were so anxious.

Lu Jianming's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He repeatedly thanked Liu Jing, saying, "Thanks to Teacher Liu's trouble, otherwise we wouldn't know where to look for him if we couldn't contact him."

"It is my duty to protect the students."

Liu Jing smiled, glanced at her watch, and said, "It's getting late, you should take Lu Yu home to rest."

After watching Liu Jing's car drive away, Lu Yu was pulled into the building by his parents.

As soon as I opened the door, warm yellow light flooded out.

"Sit down quickly, have your dad heat up a bowl of milk, and I'll boil two eggs for you."

Lin Hui pulled him towards the sofa, her voice full of concern. She reached out to touch his arm, "You must be starving. The fire scene was so chaotic, you must have been terrified."

As she spoke, she turned around, picked up the first-aid kit on the coffee table, opened it, and took out iodine and cotton swabs: "Here, treat your wounds. It would be troublesome if they got infected."

"Mom, no need!" Lu Yu quickly raised his hand to avoid her, and said subconsciously, "The doctor from Shouzhen Bureau has already treated it with a special ointment, and it's almost healed."

"Shouzhen Bureau?"

The three words floated by like feathers. Lin Hui's hand holding the cotton swab paused slightly, and a faint look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Lu Yu's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart pounded wildly!

He quickly glanced at his parents' reaction and hurriedly added, trying to sound natural, "It's the community hospital next to the mall. The doctor said they cooperate with some organization and have a special ointment. They treated it very professionally."

Lu Yu grabbed the milk on the table, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, using the swallowing motion to hide his panic, then rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing:

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower first! I feel so uncomfortable covered in dust!"

Hot water cascaded down, washing away the dust and remaining traces of ethereal liquid from my body. The warm water flowed down my hair, wetting my eyelashes and gradually relaxing my tense nerves.

Lu Yu looked up at the mirror. In the misty air, the pale golden rune on his right palm appeared and disappeared with his thoughts, like an ancient mark embedded in his skin.

With a thought, a wisp of pale golden light condensed at his fingertip. It was only an inch long, but it exuded a chilling aura of breaking through the void. The surrounding water vapor was cut and trembled slightly, turning into tiny water droplets that splashed everywhere.

The light blade vanished in an instant. Lu Yu stroked the runes on his palm, his gaze gradually hardening.

Previously, he could only passively evade the pursuit of the spirits and survive by relying on the passive protection of the ancient coins.

Now he is a true successor of the Great Dao at the 3-star Divine Realm, wielding the Void-Breaking Blade that specifically counters illusions, and the Origin-Tracing True Vision inherited from Nuwa. There is no reason for him to back down now.

"I must become stronger," he murmured to himself in the mirror, hot water dripping down his jawline. "Not only do I have to protect my parents, but I also have to find my grandmother and uncover the whole truth."

Starting tomorrow, morning runs and physical training will be on the agenda. He can't fall behind in his senior year of high school, and his combat strength must keep up as well—he can no longer be like before, possessing the power of the Great Dao but falling into a sorry state due to physical exhaustion.

Back in the bedroom, Lu Yu lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, thin shadow on the floor, like an unhealed wound. His mind was filled with thoughts of using the Source Vision technique…

It can only be used once a year, and each time it must be used sparingly.

He envisioned countless possibilities:

We'll use it in the archives of the Bureau of Preserving Truth to see if we can find more records about the true Great Way.

Use the traces left by the escaped little phantom to trace its past of devouring humans;

For a moment, I even considered using it on my parents to confirm whether they were truly human.

But he rejected every single idea he came up with.

The clues in the archives may not be crucial; the traces of the little spirit have long since vanished under the correction of the world's rules; but his parents' companionship and concern are the most steadfast truth in his heart—he dares not, nor is he willing to, use the ability to trace the origin to verify this precious warmth, for fear of breaking this hard-won peace.

Finally, all thoughts converged on one direction—Grandma.

Grandma's disappearance was the starting point of everything. Why did she abandon the true path? Why did she suddenly disappear?

Despite the best efforts of the Shouzhen Bureau, they were unable to find any trace of her. Could she have left some clues in the old house?

Lu Yu thought of the little house that held his childhood memories; there must be some of his grandmother's old belongings inside—

Her sewing basket for mending clothes, her reading glasses polished to a shine, and even the small bamboo basket she used for working.

Perhaps, by using the Origin Vision feature on those old objects imbued with the scent of grandma, we can see the scenes buried by time and find clues to her disappearance.

Lu Yu clenched his fist, the runes on his palm slightly warm, as if echoing his determination.

He made up his mind to first adjust his condition and improve his physical fitness, and then find a suitable opportunity to go and take a look at the old houses in the old town. No matter what, he had to find some clues.

Meanwhile, in the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, the night was as thick as ink. Moonlight shone on the weeds by the lake, casting a cold, eerie glow. A gust of wind rustled the grass, like countless tiny footsteps moving about.

Old Zhou sat on a cracked, dilapidated stone slab, holding a simple fishing rod in his hand. The fishing line dangled on the calm lake surface, and there was no movement for a long time.

He was still wearing that oil-stained work uniform, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular arms. His face showed unconcealed fatigue, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the dark woods in the distance, even his blinks were unusually cautious.

A familiar, unsettling scent was slowly spreading from the depths of the woods.

They are the executors!

And there's more than one!

Old Zhou instantly held his breath, completely concealing his aura, like a stone blending into the night, even his breathing became extremely light, almost in sync with the sound of the wind.

Each of those auras was far more powerful than the Executor encountered at the repair shop. The oppressive feeling surged like a tide, causing even the weeds by the lake to droop their leaves involuntarily.

They are moving towards the city of Zhongzhou at a slow pace, as if they are carrying out some kind of mission that requires careful progress.

He took a deep breath, slowly stood up, tossed his fishing rod aside, and silently disappeared into the shadows of the factory. Since the executors were heading towards Zhongzhou, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

As night deepened, in the shadows of the abandoned factory, Old Zhou's figure moved like a ghost, silently following in the direction the executors had gone.

Just as he rounded the corner of the factory and prepared to pursue them further, those previously clear auras suddenly vanished!

As if swallowed by darkness, or as if it had never existed, the lake remained calm, the woods remained silent, and only the rustling of the wind through the weeds sounded particularly eerie in the dead of night…