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

On the sea, the pale moonlight cast a cold, desolate silvery-white glow on the hull of the "Distant Dome".

The sea breeze, carrying salty moisture, pattered against the deck with a dull crackling sound, intertwining with the increasingly clear roars of the ethereal experimental subjects inside the cargo hold, creating an oppressive atmosphere as if a storm was brewing.

Zhao Lingxi stood in the center of the deck, her moon-white outfit fluttering in the wind, the pale blue pearl hair clip at the end of her hair gleaming. The round bead in her palm had been withdrawn, replaced by eight condensed, diamond-like water droplets, each compressed with spiritual power powerful enough to tear steel, the water swirling with the vast pressure of the Great Dao.

Behind them, the team members spread out in a fan shape, each locking onto the modified phantom near the cabin entrance.

Those were the guards that "Doctor" had released in advance, their bodies shimmering with a faint purple, illusory glow; they were the enhanced versions of the previous "Fang" series.

Just as both sides were poised to strike and the air seemed to freeze in place.

Without warning, the sea to the northeast split open.

It wasn't a giant wave caused by an explosion, nor a swirling eddy, but rather the sea surface being cleanly ripped open, several meters wide, by some invisible force, as if cut by a knife. The black seawater seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, its edges as smooth as a mirror, exuding an eerie quality that defied the laws of physics.

A shadow emerged from the darkness of the deep sea, initially blurry and indistinct, as if it were merely an illusion cast by moonlight, its outline appearing and disappearing in the sea mist.

But the next second, the shadow broke through the barrier of distance.

One moment they were on the horizon three nautical miles away, the next they were right next to the gunwale of the "Distant Dome".

The double-layered water barrier set up by Zhao Lingxi did not even cause a ripple, as if the shadow had always existed within the barrier.

The man stood there on the sea.

The moonlight finally illuminated his silhouette: tall and slender, dressed in a deep blue Japanese kimono, the hem embroidered with intricate wave patterns, yet remaining motionless in the howling sea wind, as if isolated from the surrounding air currents. He did not step into the water; the seawater beneath his feet automatically froze into a mirror-like surface, gleaming with a cold luster, as if the entire East China Sea was kneeling and submitting to him.

The most bizarre thing is his face. His features are clearly visible, with a high nose bridge and sharp lips, but whenever you look away from his face, you instantly forget what he looks like, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness, as if his very existence violates the rules of memory.

The "Doctor" at the cabin entrance, whose expression had been relatively calm, suddenly changed drastically. He exhaled a long, trembling breath. The breath condensed into white mist in the cold night sea, only to be instantly dispersed by the sea breeze, revealing the turbulent emotions within him.

The person who came did not look at him.

Those seemingly calm eyes, or rather, some kind of perception beyond sight, swept across the entire cargo ship like dust being swept away:

The special operations team stood ready on the deck, the restless ethereal experimental subjects in the cargo hold, and the pale blue rainwater sealed in lead containers, emitting faint purifying fluctuations.

Then, an invisible will descended.

It was not a sound, not language, but a declaration directly imprinted on everyone's consciousness, like an icicle piercing the mind, each word carrying an undeniable authority:

"leave."

"I'm taking this ship."

"There's no need for our sacrifices to be in vain."

Zhao Lingxi's body tensed instantly, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

It wasn't instinctive fear; after all, a Guardian of Truth who had reached the 8th-star Unity Realm had long surpassed basic emotional instincts. Rather, it was the body automatically entering its ultimate state of combat readiness when it sensed a deadly threat.

The spiritual energy in his meridians circulated wildly, and the round bead trembled violently in his dantian, emitting a rapid buzzing sound.

Overwhelming in terms of consciousness... The opponent is at the peak of 8 stars... No, he's half a step into 9 stars!

This judgment flashed through Zhao Lingxi's mind like lightning, and her hands unconsciously formed a hand seal.

Eight water droplets exploded simultaneously, transforming into eight agile water dragons that circled the cargo ship. The dragons' bodies were as thick as barrels, and their scales shimmered with a deep blue light under the moonlight. Each dragon emitted a low roar, and its eyes burned with divine rage.

"The Huaguo Shouzhen Bureau is carrying out official duties."

Her voice was icy and chilling, each word as if pulled from an abyss of extreme cold: "Who are you? Please identify yourself, or it will be considered an invasion of our sovereign territory."

The newcomer's gaze turned to her.

In that instant, Zhao Lingxi felt as if she had been thrown into the deep sea, thousands of meters below the surface.

The gap is too big.

Both are at the 8-star level, but the other party has already touched the threshold of "perfection", and his aura is perfectly integrated, just like the world itself; while she has only just entered the Unity Realm. This gap is not something that can be made up for by increasing quantity or skill, or even by fighting desperately. It is an absolute crushing on a level.

Is this where we're going to lose...?

The thought had barely formed in my mind when it was forcibly extinguished by another immense and powerful force.

From the deeper reaches of China's coastline, from the endless darkness of the East China Sea, something more ancient, more magnificent, and more undeniable has awakened.

There was no physical form, no shadow, and not even a clear energy fluctuation; there was only a "will" that permeated heaven and earth, as if the entire East China Sea had come alive at this moment.

Every drop of seawater became its eyes, every wisp of sea breeze became its breath, the moonlight became heavy as lead, the sea breeze stopped howling, and even time became viscous and stagnant in the face of this will.

Then, a voice rang out.

It wasn't a transmission of consciousness, but a real voice, weathered by time, aged yet serene, possessing the weight to crush mountains, clearly resonating throughout every inch of space within a twenty-nautical-mile radius:

"Do you think I, this old woman, don't exist?"

The sound was very soft, yet it caused fine ripples on the sea surface. The ethereal roar inside the cargo hold instantly fell silent, as if choked by an invisible force.

The figure in the kimono standing on the sea made its first movement since appearing—a very subtle half-step back, causing ripples to spread across the frozen surface beneath its feet. This was the first time the sea had "reacted" to him since his arrival, and the previously invincible sense of oppression had quietly subsided by three points.

"You...cannot make a move."

He responded with his consciousness, his once overwhelming will now becoming cautious and tense, his tone carrying an imperceptible sense of apprehension, "You know better than I do."

The aged voice laughed, a gentle laugh like an old woman chatting, yet it caused the temperature of the entire sea area to drop by ten degrees, and a thin layer of white frost to condense on the deck.

"But who's the fool who came to my doorstep and started bullying my child?"

The figure in the kimono fell silent, the seawater at his feet bubbling slightly, clearly indicating a fierce inner struggle.

"..."

"Why don't you try it?" The laughter in his voice vanished abruptly, leaving only a pure, naked threat, like a tsunami warning coming from the depths of the East China Sea, "Try and see if I can leave you here today and fill the eye of the East China Sea."

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence that lasted for ten seconds.

Zhao Lingxi could clearly feel two invisible wills silently clashing above the sea.

On one side are the unfathomable, ocean-like guardians of truth from China, and on the other side are the sharp, unpredictable visitors from Japan, who seem capable of cutting through all rules.

The two forces did not collide directly, but the mere existence of their confrontation caused the heavy steel keel of the "Distant Dome" to groan under the strain, and cracks on the deck spread at a visible speed.