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

That dark red torrent, capable of annihilating everything, disintegrated inch by inch from the very front, like sand paintings scattered by the wind, transforming into the purest energy of heaven and earth.

The violent lava power and illusory energy were gently swept away by the power of the rules and vanished without a trace.

There was no explosion, no impact, and not even any excess energy dissipation, as if the devastating scene of despair had just been a vivid but brief nightmare.

The mountain wind swept across the scorched earth and broken trees, carrying the freshness of grass and trees after the rain, dispelling the last traces of gunpowder smoke and sulfur in the air. The cool moonlight shone down, illuminating this ravaged battlefield.

"Is it...resolved?"

One of the surviving Guardians collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself, his face filled with bewilderment and disbelief at surviving such a close call. Everything had happened too fast, too horrific.

But the crisis is not completely over.

The giant pangolin did not disappear; it remained prostrate in place. However, under the invisible divine power of "Lu Yu," the boiling and conflicting molten lava power and illusory energy within its body were forcibly suppressed, and the destructive agitation temporarily subsided.

This brief period of calm allowed its mind, which had been overwhelmed by pain, to regain a trace of the clarity that an ancient spirit beast should possess.

Its massive head bowed, and the ferocity in its lava-like pupils faded, replaced by a profound sorrow and pleading. It gazed up at the tiny human before it, radiating an aura of divinity, and memories from the depths of its blood told it that the being before it possessed power comparable to ancient gods.

Through Su Wan's faint yet resilient spiritual bridge, a clear and desperate thought was transmitted—

That wasn't begging for mercy, but praying for release.

It knew it had been completely corrupted. Even if the later-implanted lava road patterns were removed, the illusory erosion originating from the world's source was already deeply rooted, inextricably intertwined with its life force.

This enormous body has long been a painful prison confining its ancient soul. It yearns for peace, for a return to the world.

Su Wan's face was pale, and tears silently streamed down her face. She could clearly feel the heartbreaking weariness and determination deep in the pangolin's soul.

Lu Yu's indifferent gaze fell on the pangolin, as if he understood all its pain and pleas.

He didn't say anything, but simply raised his right hand again, his fingertips tracing lines in the air.

This time, the marks formed were no longer for destruction or sealing, but carried a solemn and dignified rhythm.

A complex yet gentle array of light shone beneath the pangolin, emanating an aura that soothed the soul.

Rest in peace.

The plain syllables rang out again, devoid of any emotion, yet seemingly containing the ultimate truth of the universe.

The array shone brightly, gently enveloping the pangolin's massive body.

Without any painful struggle, the last trace of grief in the pangolin's eyes turned into relief, and its huge head completely slumped down, as if it had fallen into an eternal slumber.

Immediately afterwards, its mountain-like body began to emit specks of crystalline light, and the purest life essence was stripped away by the formation and split in two.

A larger portion, like warm rain, fell upon every wounded person present.

Han Bingshuo's deep, bone-reviving wound on his shoulder was visibly healing; Shen Che's depleted meridians were regaining vitality; a slight creaking sound of bone growth could be heard from the terrifying depression on Zhao Lei's chest; and Lin Yue, Zhao Changfeng, Chen Mo, Su Wan, Liu Jiaqi, and the other Watchers were all recovering rapidly from their injuries, even their overexerted mental energy was being greatly replenished.

A smaller portion of the life essence, along with the pangolin's mountain-like body, was drawn in by an invisible force and completely disappeared into the Hundred Herbs Cauldron.

The cauldron trembled slightly, and the space of the spiritual field inside seemed to expand a bit. The pangolin's body was buried deep beneath the spiritual field, and the dark brown soil became even more lustrous, even faintly exuding a heavy, mountain-like aura.

However, Lu Yu, who had easily accomplished all of this, suddenly swayed, his face turned ashen, and fine blood vessels seeped from his seven orifices!

The aura of transcendence emanating from him receded like the tide, replaced by an extreme sense of weakness and collapse that emanated from the depths of his bones.

The Spirit Plant Returning to Origin Body operated spontaneously to its limit, and the power of the Hundred Herbs Dao frantically tried to repair it. However, the backlash from forcibly bearing the descent of divine consciousness with a mortal body and unleashing divine power beyond its limits was too terrifying, far exceeding the limits that this physical body could withstand.

My meridians felt like they were being crushed inch by inch, and I felt a sharp, needle-like pain coming from my dantian, as if it were about to collapse completely at any moment.

"Lu Yu!"

Su Wan exclaimed in surprise, no longer caring about the unsettling feeling of unfamiliarity, and rushed forward.

But Lu Yu raised his hand to stop her.

He slowly turned his head to look at everyone, his eyes still carrying that unsettling calm and unfamiliarity, but deep within that calmness, there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible... weariness and scrutiny, as if he were confirming something one last time.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but what he uttered was a string of ancient and obscure syllables, with a peculiar tone, carrying an ethereal quality like the whisper of the wind, as if he were reciting some ancient prayer, or perhaps just a sigh that transcends eternity.

Before he could finish speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, his body went limp, and he fell straight backward.

"Be careful!"

Shen Che reacted the fastest, flashing behind Lu Yu and steadily supporting his limp body.

The surface was icy cold to the touch, and its breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Meanwhile, in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield, the organization member holding the remote control witnessed the entire process, his pupils contracting in utter shock.

He saw "Lu Yu" easily defuse the destructive torrent, saw the pangolin being absorbed, and saw all the guardians' injuries instantly healed...

This completely exceeded his understanding of the "experimental subject" and the abilities of the Guardians.

"The intelligence must be transmitted back immediately..."

He was horrified and instinctively wanted to retreat quietly and use the shadows to escape.

However, in the instant his mind was shaken and his attention was completely drawn to the center of the battlefield, he did not notice at all that a barely perceptible distortion was quietly occurring in the shadow cast by the moonlight beneath his feet.

Like ink dripping into still water, a sharp blade made entirely of flowing shadows suddenly pierced out from his own shadow without warning!

The blade tip pierced his back with pinpoint accuracy, and the power of shadow instantly extinguished all his life force.

The look of horror on his face froze forever, and his body slumped limply into the shadows. In the shadows, the Shadow Hunter's figure flashed by, then vanished into the darkness as if it had never been there.

Almost at the moment the organization member died, several beams of powerful flashlights suddenly swept across the area where everyone was, piercing the darkness of the battlefield. This was followed by a cacophony of voices and hurried, tense footsteps.

"Listen up, everyone! We are the police! Everyone, put your hands behind your heads and squat down! Repeat, everyone, put your hands behind your heads and squat down!"

The real "trouble" has begun.