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

There are three days left until the college entrance examination.

When the bell rang for the last time on Friday afternoon at the Zhongzhou No. 11 Middle School teaching building, the atmosphere in the senior classroom was no longer the usual jubilation before the holiday, but a tense and stagnant atmosphere mixed with fatigue, anticipation and a vague unease.

Chalk dust slowly settled in the slanting rays of the setting sun. Desks piled high with test papers and reference books were about to be emptied. The scarlet words "3 days until the college entrance examination" on the blackboard were so glaring that they made one's heart tremble.

There were no cheers, no farewells, only the rustling of pages as books were packed away, and the occasional, deliberately hushed words of encouragement between people.

"Check your admission ticket, ID card, 2B pencils, eraser... double-check everything." The homeroom teacher's voice was hoarse as he repeatedly reminded them, his gaze sweeping over the young faces that couldn't hide their weariness. "These last few days, adjust your schedule, keep up your skills, and don't resort to the 'sea of ​​questions' approach. Your mindset is the most important thing."

The flow of people leaving school was much quieter than usual, and their conversations were brief and restrained.

Lu Yu, Chen Mo, Su Wan, and Zhao Lei met at the school gate, briefly agreed to stay in touch online for the last few days and remind each other of important things, and then went home.

The final sprint has officially begun.

When Lu Yu opened the door, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the living room in a warm orange hue, and the air was filled with the familiar aroma of food.

"You're back? Wash your hands and eat. I made corn and pork rib soup today."

Lin Hui, wearing an apron, peeked out from the kitchen with a smile in her eyes, but her tone was softer than usual, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Lu Jianming was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. When he saw his son come back, he put down the newspaper and patted the seat next to him: "Xiaoyu, come and sit down."

The dinner table was exceptionally lavish, and Lin Hui kept putting food on Lu Yu's plate, saying things like "Replenish your nutrition," "Don't be nervous," and "Just perform normally."

Lu Jianming didn't talk much, only occasionally asking about the review progress, his eyes revealing undisguised concern and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Feeling this profound warmth, Lu Yu felt a surge of joy.

He knew that these seemingly ordinary meals and words of advice were the most solid support his parents could give him.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Lu Yu swallowed the food in his mouth, his tone calm.

I went back to my room and locked the door.

Lu Yu did not immediately begin reviewing. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed, his consciousness sinking into his dantian, touching the mark of the myriad dao hub.

The vast starry sky unfolds, and a sea of ​​light flows beneath your feet.

He walked through the Nuwa Temple and the Feng Hou Temple in turn, feeling the ancient compassion and vicissitudes, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Finally, he stopped in front of the massive double metal doors of the Thunder Temple.

He didn't push the door open and went in, but simply stood quietly outside, feeling the deep and resonant thunderous rhythm emanating from inside.

Thor's imposing figure and azure eyes seemed to be right before my eyes, carrying a sense of relief and hope that came with the passage of time.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Lu Yu silently recited Thor's words in his heart, and his restless emotions completely calmed down.

After exiting the Wandao Hub, he spread out the exam paper, his pen gliding across the page, his thoughts exceptionally clear.

The cool sensation of Mindstone lingered in my mind, making my learning efficiency far exceed that of ordinary people.

"Xiaoyu, have a glass of milk before you study."

Lin Hui gently knocked on the door, placed the glass on the corner of the table, and looked at her son's calm profile. Her eyes were full of relief and heartache. "Don't push yourself too hard, just do your best."

Lu Yu opened his eyes, a flash of lightning appearing in his eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips: "I know, Mom, I'll drink it right away."

At the same moment, a faint scent of ink filled Su Wan's room.

She sat in front of the easel, but did not pick up a brush. Instead, she held a Chinese language notebook and gently traced the annotations on the pages with her fingertips.

The good news of ranking first in the art college entrance examination has long been settled. Now she only needs to perform steadily in her academic subjects to enter the Yenching Academy of Fine Arts.

A faint silver glow formed around her from psychic power, allowing her to be acutely aware of her own condition. When she was tired, she would circulate her energy to rest and recuperate, always maintaining the best pace for her exam preparation.

The basement of Zhao Lei's house was no longer as noisy as it used to be.

He was wearing a sports vest, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He had just finished a set of push-ups when he immediately picked up a math test paper and began to work on the calculations with a furrowed brow.

Thanks to Lu Yu's elixirs and Chen Mo's key points, the former "sports student academic failure" is now steadily above the undergraduate admission line and is striving for even higher goals.

"This function problem... Chen Mo said we need to find the axis of symmetry..."

He muttered to himself, his fingertips scribbling rapidly on the draft paper. His face was no longer as restless as before, but instead showed more focus and perseverance.

Meanwhile, in Chen Mo's home on the other side of the city, the lights were as bright as day. He sat at his desk, a thick compilation of exam points spread out in front of him, his fingers flying across the keyboard, on the screen a map of high-frequency exam points for each subject, compiled using his "Insightful Path" technique.

A faint golden line of insight occasionally flashed in his eyes, allowing him to accurately grasp the core logic of knowledge points and connect scattered test points into a network.

Night fell silently over Zhongzhou City, like a piece of velvet soaked in ink.

In the quiet before the college entrance examination, a familiar eerie atmosphere is spreading along the walls of the old city's alleyways.

The streetlights at the alley entrance flickered, illuminating several newly added twisted symbols on the corner of the wall. They were exactly the same as the patterns that had appeared on the wall of Grandma Lu Yu's old house, only the lines were finer and faintly glowed with a dark red light, like lurking venomous snakes.

The man in the sanitation worker's uniform bent down to sweep, deliberately making a very soft rustling sound as the broom swept across the ground, but he couldn't hide the soft chanting that escaped from his throat: "Return to truth forever..." His voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, and every word was wrapped in a cold, malice.

A middle-aged woman in a floral shirt, carrying a canvas bag, casually walked into the general store diagonally opposite the old house. Her voice, deliberately feigned gentleness, said, "Boss, a bottle of mineral water, please." But her gaze was like a rusty nail, fixed on the doors and windows of the old house, not even letting go of the cracks in the window frames or the decay on the door panels.

The zipper of the canvas bag wasn't fully closed, revealing the corner of a yellowed blueprint. The twisted lines on it subtly matched the symbols on the corner of the wall. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the bag strap, and dark red powder, the same kind of powder as the symbols, clung to her fingernails. The powder faded quickly when exposed to light, eerily leaving no trace.

The man in blue overalls carried a tool bag and wore a forged property management work permit. He claimed to be a repairman sent by the property management to inspect the water pipes in the old town. Under the pretext of inspecting the water pipes in the corner, he went straight to the old locust tree on the west side of the old house. When he squatted down, his movements were as light as a cat at night.

He pulled a palm-sized black porcelain bottle from the bottom of his toolbox, uncorked it, and a faint fishy smell wafted out. The dark red ink that poured out was as thick as blood, and when it dripped onto the ground, it instantly seeped into the soil without leaving a trace of moisture.

With ink on his fingertips, he swiftly carved twisted lines at the base of the tree trunk, a fleeting dark red glow that subtly echoed the symbols at the alley entrance.

The rustling sound of the carving was perfectly masked by the soft rustling of the leaves, as if it were just the wind blowing through the branches, but the lines seemed to come alive, wriggling slightly in the night.