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

As night fell through the window, Lu Yu was still tossing and turning in bed.

He unconsciously rubbed the pale golden runes on his palm, and the moment his thought arose, a familiar sense of attraction surged forth like a tide—

It's no longer the sudden, passive involvement of the past, but a smooth connection that can be controlled autonomously.

The light and shadow suddenly shifted before my eyes, and the fine strands of the sea of ​​light surged beneath my feet. The 9999-step starlight staircase stretched upwards, and the Rubik's Cube compass hung in the sky, each rotation flowing with a profound and mysterious rhythm of the Great Dao.

Lu Yu rushed into the Nuwa Temple, and the jade door opened with a sound. The Creator Goddess stood under the starry sky, her snake tail lightly sweeping across the warm white jade ground. Chaotic mist swirled around her like a light veil, and starlight fell on her veil, shattering into thousands of points of light.

"You've arrived."

Nuwa's voice is imbued with the vicissitudes of time.

Lu Yu strode forward, blurting out the questions that had been building up:

"Goddess Nuwa, why does the Hub of All Paths exist? What is the truth behind your being trapped here? Is Grandmother's abandonment of the inheritance of the True Great Dao related to the Hub?"

Nuwa lowered her eyes, the chaotic mist churning even more rapidly, her tone tinged with a helpless melancholy:

"My memories are like a flickering lamp in the fog; I only know that the pivot maintains the balance of the myriad great paths, and that I am the origin of the true great path, yet I do not know why I am trapped here. As for your grandmother... I have not heard of her."

The mist surrounding her suddenly trembled violently, as if suppressed by invisible rules. The confusion in her eyes deepened, and even her voice became fainter.

Lu Yu had no choice but to give up and sat cross-legged in the center of the temple.

The runes on his palm resonated instantly with the chaotic aura of the temple. The pale golden power of truth flowed into his meridians like a warm current. At first, it was just a trickle, but it quickly became a torrent, swirling and circulating throughout his limbs and bones.

The stars in the temple dome fell one after another, turning into particles of light and merging into his body. His Divine Realm, which was originally somewhat ethereal, gradually became as solid as a rock, and the Void-Breaking Light Blade became clearer and clearer in his consciousness.

Lu Yu immediately made up his mind that from then on, he would come to this place to cultivate every night in his dreams.

As dawn broke, Lu Yu exited the Wandao Hub, and the sky outside the window was already turning a pale white.

Today is Saturday. He arrived early at the park where he had arranged to exercise with Zhao Lei. He had just sat down at a stone table when Zhao Lei rushed over carrying a bulging plastic bag. His trouser legs were still covered with grass clippings from his morning run, and his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead.

"Lu Yu! The God of War's special breakfast is here!"

He slammed the plastic bag on the table, and out rolled a few fried dough sticks, two bags of spicy strips, three bottles of sweet soy milk, and a crumpled "God of War Medal" sticker.

"Soy milk and spicy strips, double your fighting power! I drew this sticker all night, I'll stick it on your clothes later, it'll ensure you get good luck in the future!"

Before he finished speaking, he was about to stick his hand to Lu Yu's clothes. The movement was so exaggerated that it caused the old man practicing Tai Chi next to him to stop and frown at him while holding his Tai Chi sword. The older women huddled together and chuckled.

Lu Yu hurriedly grabbed his hand, both amused and exasperated: "Eat first, don't embarrass yourself!"

Within two minutes, Su Wan arrived, carrying a drawing board on her back and clutching a faded canvas bag in her hand. Stray hairs at her temples were blowing wildly in the morning breeze, and there was still a bit of dew on the tip of her nose.

The three sat down around the stone table. Lu Yu took a bite of a fried dough stick and lowered his voice to say his plan to go to his grandmother's old house: "I want to look for clues left by my grandmother. Maybe we can find out the truth behind her disappearance."

"I'll go with you tomorrow!" Zhao Lei slammed his hand on the table, spilling half his soy milk. "With my physique, I'm your personal meat shield! Octopus demons, execution monsters—I'll take them all down!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves to show off his arm muscles, but he used too much force and almost threw the spicy strips out of the plastic bag.

Su Wan gently twisted the strap of the canvas bag with her fingertips, her tone tinged with worry:

"My house is just two alleys away from your grandma's old house. Lately, on my way home from school, I've been seeing a few strangers loitering around. They're dressed like ordinary passersby, but their eyes are particularly deep. I tried to use my psychic powers to get closer, but they deliberately avoided me, as if they already knew what I was going to do."

Lu Yu's heart clenched instantly. He took out the silver temporary badge and placed it on the stone table. The Dao patterns on the badge shimmered with a faint golden light in the morning light: "This is the badge of the Guardian Bureau. If you encounter danger, you can call for help by injecting the power of the Dao."

Zhao Lei grabbed the badge, glanced at it, then shoved it back into Lu Yu's hand, patting his chest and saying, "With me here, we don't need this thing! But we need to prepare some weapons. I'll go home, dig out my dad's baseball bat, wrap it with red ribbons, mainly for warding off evil spirits!"

Su Wan nodded, opened the canvas bag, revealing a utility knife and several bottles of art paint inside: "These paints can dazzle the eyes of spirits, and the utility knife can be used in emergencies."

The three agreed to meet at the entrance of the old house alley on Sunday morning.

The night before his departure, Lu Yu had a vivid dream.

In his dream, the morning mist in the old town had not yet dissipated when his grandmother stood in front of the old house, her silver hair blowing wildly in the wind. She was still clutching the fruit candies he loved as a child, smiling and waving at him.

But as soon as he stepped across the threshold, his grandmother's figure turned into a wisp of smoke, leaving only a vague yet clear echo that lingered in the alley: "Xiaoyu, believe in the truth."

When I woke up, my pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.

Lu Yu didn't think much more about it. With a thought, he stepped into the Hub of Myriad Paths to cultivate once again.

Inside the temple, the power of truth surged through his meridians like a tide, and the Void-Piercing Blade condensed and solidified at his fingertips. From a three-foot-long sword to a golden needle as thin as a hair, he became more and more adept at each form. Even the Void-Piercing Edge of the Blade carried a chilling sharpness that could tear through illusion.

On Sunday morning, the old town was still shrouded in a frozen morning mist. Dewdrops on the plane tree leaves clung to the branches like broken diamonds, and the only sounds in the alleys were the shouts of breakfast vendors, which drifted far away in the mist.

Lu Yu, Zhao Lei, and Su Wan met at the alley entrance. Zhao Lei carried a baseball bat wrapped with red ribbons, Su Wan held a utility knife and a paint bottle, and Lu Yu had a Shouzhen Bureau badge hidden in the corner of his clothes. The three of them walked towards the old house on the asphalt road.

The closer you get to the old house, the heavier the air becomes.

Turning the corner of the alley, the gate of the old house suddenly came into view—

The already mottled wooden door was violently kicked open, the door panel hanging crookedly on the door frame, the cracks filled with gray-black grime, and a twisted symbol was carved on the door, the lines coiling like a venomous snake, the patterns faintly emanating a black aura, appearing and disappearing in the morning mist.

The ivy on the courtyard wall was mostly wilted, its leaves blackened and curled, as if it had been scorched by fire and then soaked in water;

The hand pump in the yard was rusty, and the water stains on the well rim had congealed into a dark yellow color, like dried blood.

The floor tiles were covered in dust, and a few withered leaves were stuck in the cracks, giving off a desolate feeling of long-abandoned people.

Su Wan immediately held her breath, gently placed her hands on the door frame, and released her spiritual power from her fingertips.

Her face gradually paled, her fingertips trembled slightly, and after a long while she whispered:

"There are still a few unfamiliar auras lingering in the doorway, probably left not long ago. I haven't detected the aura of the ethereal spirit itself... but I feel uneasy, like I'm being watched by something!"