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

Su Wan subconsciously looked around. The factory warehouse was old, with peeling and mottled walls, and abandoned steel equipment piled up in the corners. The shadows in the distance looked particularly deep in the rain.

A faint sense of deception emanated from the depths of the warehouse, concealed by the piles of goods.

The aura was subtle and cold, unlike the violent spirits she had encountered before, yet it carried a similar illusory quality. Mixed with the smell of engine oil and the dampness of rain, it was faint yet caused her soul to feel a fine, stinging pain, as if she were being pricked by countless tiny ice needles.

Her heart tightened, and her fingertips instinctively curled up.

Don't panic. Your father and coworkers are here. They are ordinary people. If they knew there was something corrupted by falsehoods, they would definitely panic and trigger even greater danger.

She had to move the people to a safe place first before dealing with the situation alone.

Su Wan subtly tugged at her father's sleeve, drawing him closer to her, and asked in a very low voice, "Dad, did you feel anything strange about the warehouse before?"

Su Jianjun paused, then shook his head: "No, it's just that the old warehouse is very damp. What's wrong?"

As expected, no one noticed.

Su Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help clenching her fists. She couldn't say it directly, for fear of frightening them and disturbing the things in the warehouse.

She had to use her psychic powers to guide them to a safe place that was also secluded from noise.

While Su Jianjun was busy unscrewing the lid of the thermos, she took out her phone and quickly tapped the screen. Raindrops hit the screen, and she hurriedly wiped them dry with her sleeve before sending a message to Lu Yu.

A notification popped up indicating successful delivery. Su Wan looked up, her face remaining calm, but her eyes darted warily into the depths of the warehouse.

The torrential rain was still pouring down, and the sound of the wind carried the sound of the rain, covering up the subtle movements around her. That elusive aura was like an eye in the dark, making the hairs on her body stand on end and her heart beat faster.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in her heart, and said in a voice as gentle as raindrops, "Dad, the rain is too heavy, and it's cold outside. Uncle Wang and the others are freezing too. Why don't we go to the duty room and have some hot soup to warm up?"

The power of spiritual communication flowed subtly with their tone of voice. She did not forcefully control it, but simply amplified their instinctive desire for hot food and shelter from the rain.

My father works hard driving a truck and is most afraid of getting sick from the rain. His coworkers have been doing physical labor all day and must be cold and hungry at this moment. There is no need to deliberately guide them; just give them a gentle nudge.

"Look, your work clothes are soaked through. If you stay in the wind any longer, you'll catch a cold. You can't afford to get sick while driving a sports car."

She added that her gaze swept over several coworkers, and her spiritual power soothed their worries, leaving them only concerned about the warmth inside the house.

Su Jianjun felt a warmth in his heart from his daughter's words, and indeed felt the chill creeping up his collar. He immediately turned and called out, "Old Wang, Old Li, come and have some hot soup! Xiao Wan brought it especially for you, don't let it get cold!"

Several fellow workers rubbed their hands together and gathered around, their faces full of gratitude.

Su Wan seized the opportunity to add, "There are tables in the duty room. Let's go in and sit down, and we can also dry our wet clothes."

The crowd escorted Su Jianjun toward the duty room, with Su Wan lagging behind. She closed the door behind her and gently fastened the latch, her movements so light they were almost silent. She only felt a little more at ease when she heard laughter coming from inside.

Completely shut out the sounds of rain and laughter, she turned around and walked deeper into the warehouse, the silver light at her fingertips becoming increasingly concentrated.

At this moment, the tenderness she showed when facing her father was gone, and only calmness and determination remained in her eyes.

With her father and coworkers safe, it was now her turn to face the danger.

The warehouse was extremely dimly lit, with only a few old moisture-proof lamps struggling to survive in the dampness of the rain, casting dappled and flickering shadows.

The deeper you go, the more you see piles of cargo containers and abandoned machinery, forming a complex labyrinth of shadows.

The air was thick with the smells of rust, mildew, and chemicals from packaging, but beneath that, a chilling, illusory aura grew stronger, carrying a nauseatingly sweet, fishy smell.

Su Wan moved very lightly, close to the rusty pillars and the edges of the cargo boxes, her heart pounding in her chest.

She knew her weaknesses; the Path of Spiritual Communication was not suited for combat, and she had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

But she couldn't back down; the people she cared about most were in the duty room, and there was no way out for her.

She compressed her psychic power into extremely fine threads of perception and cautiously probed towards the source of the aura.

Then, she "saw" it.

Deep inside the warehouse, behind a towering pile of discarded cardboard boxes and rusted iron frames, a dozen snake shadows of varying thicknesses snaked and coiled in the dim light. Their scales gleamed with an eerie dark purple hue under the occasional flickering light, as if they were painted with some kind of decaying paint.

They are nearly twice as thick as ordinary rat snakes, with blood-red pupils. Their tongues flicker with a fishy smell mixed with illusory energy, clearly indicating that they have been completely corrupted by illusion and have lost the normal habits of snakes, leaving only instinctive ferocity and aggression. They lie there like a group of purple ghosts waiting for their prey.

Su Wan held her breath, leaned against a cold concrete pillar, and stopped, her palms sweating.

There were more than a dozen of them; there were too many. If they all pounced at her at once, she wouldn't have time to react. She had to find a way to separate them; she couldn't confront them head-on.

Her gaze swept quickly across the snakes, her mind racing.

The power of psychic abilities can temporarily influence consciousness, but it is impossible to control so many creatures corrupted by illusions one by one; it would only exhaust one's own spirit.

The only solution is to find the snakes' weak point and disrupt the entire situation.

Soon, her gaze settled on the outer edge of the snake swarm: a relatively small snake with duller dark purple markings on its scales, coiled on a broken wooden box, a little further away from the others of its kind, looking somewhat listless.

That's it!

Those with a lower degree of delusion and a relatively weaker will are easier to manipulate. As long as they are made to attack their own kind, internal strife can be triggered.

The moment this thought arose, Su Wan no longer hesitated.

She condensed her psychic power into an extremely thin, almost invisible thread, which she used to silently spread towards the snake along the damp ground.

The silver light at my fingertips trembled slightly, not out of fear, but as a stress response to intense concentration.

This is a high-stakes gamble, betting that spiritual power can overcome the corruption of illusion, and betting that the swarm of snakes' ferocity will cause uncontrollable internal strife.

The power of psychic abilities, like the most delicate scalpel, carefully pierced the snake's chaotic and violent core of consciousness.

In an instant, Su Wan felt as if her soul had been pierced by countless fine needles!

Cold, chaotic, and aggressive illusory energy backfired through the psychic link, assaulting her consciousness.

No refunds!

She recalled her father's warm smile in the duty room, and the grateful words of her coworkers. These thoughts became a strong support, allowing her to forcibly steady her mind, compressing her will into a thin thread, piercing through the illusory interference, and forcefully implanting it into the snake's frenzied consciousness—

"Attack! They are a threat! A deadly threat! Tear them apart!"

"hiss--!!!"

The previously listless, dark purple venomous snake suddenly straightened its body, its scarlet pupils contracted sharply, and then it unleashed a ferocity disproportionate to its size!

It darted out like an arrow, not to pounce on Su Wan, but to bite the nearest of its kind!

The sharp fangs embedded themselves precisely in the snake's vital spot, and a mixture of dark purple, corrosive venom and illusory energy was injected!

"Hiss—!"

The attacked snake let out a sharp, painful hiss, its body twisted violently, and it suddenly arched its back and bit back!

The two snakes instantly became tightly intertwined, rolling and biting wildly. Scales and flesh splattered in the dim light, and the dark purple snake blood dripped onto the ground, making a slight "hissing" corrosion sound!

This sudden infighting among their own kind instantly stirred up the entire snake swarm!

Their crimson pupils turned in unison to their fighting companions. The irritability and suspicion brought about by the pollution of illusion were completely ignited, and the once relatively calm snake swarm instantly teetered on the brink of chaos.