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

In the nick of time, the insightful light in Chen Mo's eyes suddenly intensified. A faint vertical line, like a sharp blade, swept across the carvings on the dome of the school history museum and the arrangement of the display cases, finally fixing itself firmly on the family crest stone tablet at the deepest part of the display stand. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice, though extremely low, carried an undeniable certainty, piercing through the noise to reach Lu Yu's ears: "There's a hidden compartment in the base of the stone tablet!"

Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat. He could no longer persuade Zhao Lei. He tightly wrapped his left arm around Su Wan, who was still clinging to him, and protected her slender body in his arms. The faint blue light in his right palm had already quietly flowed.

The seventy-two basic array patterns taught by Feng Hou flashed rapidly through his mind, and the array principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams spread out like a spider web, each pattern gleaming with a mysterious and clear light. He crouched down and moved towards the stone tablet, using the display case as cover.

The stone tablet was as tall as a person, its surface engraved with dozens of intertwined noble emblems. A very faint layer of gray mist swirled among the intricate patterns, and an ethereal aura seemed to flow within the mist. Touching it felt like being immersed in icy water. Lu Yu squatted down, his fingertips tracing the patterns on the base inch by inch. The cold stone surface was rough and painful to the touch, until his fingertips touched a slightly raised hidden compartment. The raised arc perfectly matched the key node of the array's "reverse order," and his heart instantly jumped to his throat.

The giant ethereal tentacles were already grazing the edge of the stone tablet, the sticky touch almost touching Lu Yu's ankles, and the chill of death instantly crept up his spine.

Without further hesitation, Lu Yu simultaneously injected the power of the array and the power of reality into the dark compartment. The azure array pattern light and the pale gold power of breaking through the void intertwined and entwined in the dark compartment, condensing into a clear energy wave like morning dew, which spread rapidly along the veins of the dark compartment.

"Follow the order of the array, dispel illusion and reveal truth!"

Lu Yu gave a low shout, his fingertip precisely striking the core node of the hidden compartment, a slight "click" sound coming from his fingertip. In an instant, the gray mist on the stone tablet dissipated like a tide, turning into countless tiny specks of light that vanished into the air. Even the noble emblem on the tablet dimmed, losing its former arrogant luster.

The commotion inside Zhao's residence abruptly ceased. Zhao Lei's clenched fist suddenly relaxed, and the hostility in his eyes vanished instantly like a burst bubble. He looked blankly at the noble students surrounding Chen Mo, then looked down at his wrinkled gilded ceremonial robe, scratching his head and muttering, "What... what was I trying to do just now?" The noble students who had been fawning over him also came to their senses. As they looked at each other, their obsequious smiles froze on their faces, leaving only bewildered expressions. Even the gilded sheen of their robes seemed to have faded considerably.

The illusory rules that had been entrenched in everyone's consciousness completely dissipated.

But the illusion had not shattered. The gilded light from the dome of the school history museum was still extravagant, and the heavy scent of ambergris mixed with old wood still lingered. Su Wan still softly tugged at Lu Yu's dress sleeve, her head gently resting on his shoulder, her other hand gripping his arm, her whole body staggering with his steps, like a child who had lost her footing. Although Zhao Lei was no longer hostile, the confusion in his eyes was so deep that it could not be dispelled, clearly still trapped in the shackles of the bottom layer of the illusion.

Even more jarring was the cloying, sensual atmosphere in the air, which, instead of diminishing, grew even stronger. At the corner of the colonnade, a noblewoman was running towards the dormitory area, hand in hand with her servant. The wind lifted a corner of her silk skirt, revealing the lace at the hem, and the red marks at the corners of her eyes resembled spreading rouge. She was completely oblivious to the commotion around her. On the other side of the display case, two young men and women in gilded suits were whispering together. Their fingertips inadvertently brushed against each other's wrists, causing them to blush and giggle simultaneously. A shy, ambiguous feeling quietly spread through the air.

Worst of all, the illusion seemed to sense that a key point of the array had been broken. Three giant ethereal spirits with swollen bellies dragged sticky trails on the ground with their tentacles, their hollow eye sockets locking onto Lu Yu. The shadow of death once again enveloped the entire school history museum.

"Oh no!" Liu Jing's expression changed drastically. She shielded Su Wan and Lu Yu behind her back, and the purifying power at her fingertips condensed and then dispersed. Once the purifying power was spread, the thousands of ethereal spirits in the entire campus would collectively riot, and then they would be doomed.

Chen Mo's insightful gaze flashed wildly in his eyes, then his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had caught a crucial piece of information: "I know! The garbage disposal plant! Get to the garbage disposal plant! I should have known!"

Before she could finish speaking, the giant phantom that had been lurking behind the stone tablet pounced forward, its pungent tentacles brushing against Liu Jing's hair, instantly sticking a few strands of her hair together with the slime.

"run!"

Lu Yu roared, grabbed the still-dazed Zhao Lei with his left hand, and protected Su Wan's lower back with his right hand, almost dragging and carrying her out; Liu Jing stayed behind, only daring to use the weakest purification power to block the tentacles; Chen Mo cleared the way ahead with his insight power, choosing the shortest straight line between two points.

The group stumbled out of the school history museum. The afternoon "sunlight" had long since faded into a hazy, indistinct shadow. The scene on campus utterly overturned the absurdity of class rules. The once clearly defined circles of nobility and servants had vanished, and a hormonal frenzy spread like a plague—even by the windowsills of the teaching buildings, pairs of figures leaned against each other, their soft laughter and whispers mingling into the absurd, youthful chatter of the illusion. Everyone was oblivious to the approaching phantoms behind them, completely immersed in the hormonal shackles woven by the illusion.

Zhao Lei staggered as he was pulled along, mumbling, "Lu Yu, why are we running? Didn't you say I'd protect you?" His consciousness was still in a daze, completely unaware that death was imminent.

Liu Jing's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Her purifying power condensed into a thin shield in her palm, barely blocking a tentacle that was being flung at her, but she dared not let any golden light leak out.

Su Wan's consciousness gradually loosened amidst the turbulence. Although the flush on her cheeks had not faded, her long eyelashes began to tremble violently. The strength that had been clinging to Lu Yu weakened, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the hem of Lu Yu's dress. Her murmur changed from "Don't go" to a faint whisper, "So there are monsters here too..." The silver light at her fingertips flickered, stubbornly putting up a final resistance against the illusion.

As we turned the corner of the teaching building, the outline of the garbage disposal station came into view, but another giant ethereal being with a bulging belly blocked our way.

With ambushes ahead and pursuers behind, in that life-or-death moment, Su Wan in Lu Yu's arms suddenly trembled violently.

Her consciousness broke free from the illusion's grasp as if ice had been shattered. The redness at the corners of her eyes faded rapidly, replaced by a clear and lucid clarity. She pushed Lu Yu away, staggered to her feet, and quickly formed hand seals in front of her chest, instantly enveloping her in a layer of silver light. At first, the silver light was as faint as a candle flame, but as her spiritual power surged wildly, it suddenly expanded, transforming into a soft, moonlit curtain of light that slowly enveloped the giant ethereal spirit before her.

"The Great Path of Spiritual Connection - The Sprout of the Great Path - The Form Condensation Realm." An ancient consciousness suddenly exploded in Su Wan's mind.

The spiritual power of the 2-star Condensation Realm cultivator carried a gentle calming effect on all things. Wherever the light screen passed, the giant ethereal spirit's movements suddenly stopped, its muscles ceased to writhe, its thick tentacles drooped limply, and its originally cloudy eye sockets revealed a trace of bewilderment as it obediently stood in place, enveloped in silver light.

"I...I can only calm this one down..." Su Wan's voice was hoarse from exhaustion. Silver light trembled violently around her, and cold sweat trickled down her face, splashing onto her stained skirt. "It's different from the ethereal spirits in the mall...it has an extra...power of rules! There are several more in the distance!"