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

Let's go back to one day ago.

In the secret meeting room of the Central Plains Branch of the Shouzhen Bureau, the cold white light was like steel needles quenched in ice, piercing the dense patterns on the wall.

Shen Che stood in front of the table, dressed in a dusty black robe. The cold light of the short blade at his waist slanted across his taut jawline. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he made no unnecessary movements.

"Chief, a small, ethereal creature escaped right under my nose at Huayi Shopping Mall tonight." His voice was extremely low, carrying a lingering chill, even the last syllable was laced with icy coldness.

"It doesn't act on instinct. When it's being tracked, it can predict my encirclement route and bypass the tracking range of my Shadow Hunting Path three times. I had already marked its aura with the power of the Path, but it was able to briefly detach its own aura, its level of evolution far exceeding that of ordinary ethereal spirits."

These words instantly amplified the already heavy silence in the conference room.

Shen Che is the inheritor of the Shadow Hunting Dao with the strength of a 5-star Transformation Realm cultivator, inheriting from the ancient Night Wanderer God who was responsible for "patrolling the night to apprehend criminals and capture the false."

Legend has it that in the beginning of time, heaven and earth were divided into yin and yang. During the day, the sun god was in charge of the order of light, and at night, the night god was in charge of the darkness and the treacherous. The night god used shadows as his medium and speed as his blade to hunt down the false and remnant souls that took advantage of the night to cause trouble.

When Shen Che broke through to the 3-star Divine Realm many years ago, he comprehended the core ability "Shadow Lock-On"—

It can attach the will of the Night Wanderer to the illusory aura of the ethereal spirit. No matter where the target escapes, its movement trajectory will be condensed into a line in its field of vision, and it will have no way to hide even if it hides in buildings or underground pipe networks.

Since he took charge of the Emergency Response Department, there had never been a precedent of a target escaping during countless pursuits. Now, being toyed with by a small, ethereal being added a touch of wariness to the sense of humiliation.

Qin Mu sat in the main seat, his black uniform cuffs embroidered with dark gold patterns. His fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table, the dull tapping breaking the silence.

The holographic projection in front of him was playing a loop of blurry images of the little ethereal creature fleeing. The shadowy figure in the video moved with terrifying skill. When dodging the "shadow lock," it would deliberately lower its body and even use discarded items on the roadside to create a false aura to interfere with the target. It was nothing like an ordinary ethereal creature that only acted on instinct.

"Ordinary ethereal beings only chase after and devour 'anomalies'; they don't have the tactical mind for that."

A cold glint flashed in Qin Mu's eyes. He tapped the projection with his knuckles, and the screen switched to a map of Zhongzhou City:

"Have all Watchers increase their search of the city's alleyways, especially around the area where it last disappeared. This ethereal creature might just be the fish we need to catch."

As Shen Che stood up in response, the moment the short blade at his waist was sheathed, the communicator on his wrist suddenly emitted a rapid buzzing sound.

After listening intently, his brows furrowed instantly, and the coldness in his eyes deepened.

"The outer watchmen sent a message that five suspicious outsiders have appeared in the city. They all have the same twisted symbol tattooed on their left arms. When questioned, they all claimed to have come to Zhongzhou to see an old Chinese medicine doctor. Their identity information matches perfectly, but their movements are all intertwined in the old city and they deliberately avoid the watchmen's patrol routes. Their vigilance is abnormally high."

Qin Mu's fingertips suddenly stopped, and the tapping motion came to an abrupt halt.

His fingertips unconsciously traced the old patterns on the corner of the table, his tone deepening, carrying a subtle hint of weariness, as if he were recalling some distant memory:

"Keep a close eye on them, but don't alert them. These tattoos... I think I saw them once twenty years ago when I was on a mission at the border."

Meanwhile, in the shadows of an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, Old Zhou huddled behind a cracked stone slab, his back pressed tightly against the cold wall.

The sleeves of his oil-stained work clothes were rolled up to his forearms, revealing an old scar on his muscular arm—a scar from a fight with enforcers decades ago, the rusty wrench clutched in his hand.

The wind, carrying the damp chill of the lakeside, swept across the factory buildings, rustling the grass blades like countless tiny footsteps moving across the ground.

Old Zhou's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his ears pressed tightly against the wall, trying to catch any occasional strange noises coming from the distant woods—

That was the faint, sticky sound of several ethereal executor tentacles sliding around, enough to make his whole body tense up.

Moreover, just now there was an aura of an executor who clearly headed towards the city, but disappeared into thin air halfway there. This kind of eerie concealment was far more chilling to his spine than the killing intent that came from the front.

Old Zhou gritted his teeth and gripped the wrench even tighter.

The encrypted communication channel of the Shouzhen Bureau continued to fluctuate, and a message suddenly arrived at Qin Mu's terminal, the faint light of the screen illuminating his slightly furrowed brows.

The message came from the Watchers' outpost in the south of the city; it was brief but chillingly eerie:

"Early this morning, three suspicious individuals attempted to break into a supplies warehouse. They were discovered and quickly fled, leaving no trace at the scene."

Qin Mu frowned in thought, his fingertip tracing a shallow mark on the corner of the table.

At the same time, in an abandoned basement in the west of Zhongzhou City, a dark and rudimentary laboratory was in complete chaos.

The rusty instrument tubing hissed and sparked, and broken chips and a sticky liquid with an eerie green glow were scattered on the lab table. A researcher in a white coat stained with dirt was clutching a communicator and screaming incoherently, his voice filled with utter terror and despair.

"Team leader! Test subject 06 has completely gone out of control! It self-destructed as soon as it broke through the restraint chamber, and the laboratory's energy barrier has been destroyed!"

His eyes were fixed on the monitor screen in the corner, where a dark figure was huddled in an iron cage, its body wrapped in translucent chip wires.

"And there's Number 03! It suddenly said it was accidentally exposed at the mall tonight and is being hunted by the Guardians of Truth from the Bureau of Truth! It has traces of the power of the Great Dao on it, and we're about to be exposed!"

From the shadows deep within the laboratory, a low voice, laced with suppressed anger, echoed like poisoned ice:

"Immediately initiate the destruction procedure and evacuate according to Plan C! All experimental data must be encrypted and transferred. If the China Shouzhen Bureau targets us, we're finished!"

The researcher hurriedly agreed, his fingers trembling as he pressed the red button on the control panel. Suddenly, the dark figure in the iron cage let out a sharp screech, and the chip wires around its body instantly shattered.

As night deepened, undercurrents were quietly stirring in every corner of Zhongzhou City…

The Bureau of Guardian's surveillance network tightened, and Shen Che's hand gripping the communicator showed prominent veins as he vowed to find the little ethereal spirit.

Old Zhou squatted in the shadows of the factory, anxious and worried, but dared not move an inch.

In the chaos, the West City Laboratory destroyed all traces of its operations, and the faint sound of exploding equipment drifted into the night sky.

Meanwhile, the outsiders with strange tattoos were slowly moving into the depths of the old town under the cover of night. Their footsteps on the asphalt road were silent, like a group of lurking hunters.