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

"Returning to the true self is eternal!"

The hoarse slogans, accompanied by the sharp sound of metal cutting through the wind, instantly filled the main room of the old house.

The enemy at the forefront had just had his arm bent by Zhao Lei's baseball bat. The cracking sound of the dislocated bone was particularly jarring in the morning mist, but he didn't utter a sound. Instead, he roared and gripped the steel pipe tightly, dragging his deformed arm as he continued to charge forward. The fanaticism in his eyes was like quenched iron, burning red-hot.

Zhao Lei's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He swung the baseball bat halfway through the air and then suddenly pulled back, only able to use the bat itself to fiercely block the steel pipe.

He was already outnumbered, and Lu Yu's repeated instructions to "not harm anyone, only control them" further bound his hands and feet.

He had just managed to prop up a steel pipe when another burly man's machete grazed his lower back. The sound of tearing fabric sent chills down his spine, and he could only stagger backward, slamming the end of the stick, wrapped in red cloth, against the ground to barely steady himself. "They're insane! These people are all insane!"

Su Wan huddled in the corner, the silver light in her palm flickering like a candle in the wind. The energy of the 1-star Path of Spiritual Communication emanated from her fingertips, attempting to soothe their brainwashed will.

Two enemies paused for half a second, a brief look of confusion flashing in their eyes, but this clarity lasted only a blink before being overwhelmed by a deeper fervor.

Su Wan's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and the silver light suddenly dimmed. She clutched her chest and coughed violently, her face as white as paper. She almost lost the strength to stand, but she still stared intently at the cultists who were approaching Lu Yu, trying to gather a little more energy.

Lu Yu's Void-Breaking Blade condensed into a three-foot-long sword in his palm, its golden light as cold as moonlight, barely managing to block the dagger thrust by the leader.

The dark purple glow collided with the pale golden sharpness, sparks flew, and the ear-piercing metallic scraping sound made his hands go numb and his arms tremble slightly.

The leader's dagger was engraved with fine spiral patterns, and dark purple power of the Great Dao flowed along the patterns. Each slash carried a sharp, wind-breaking force, clearly indicating that he was a veteran who had been immersed in the battlefield for many years.

Both being at the 3-star Divine Realm, the leader was no weaker than Lu Yu.

Lu Yu had just mastered the Void-Breaking Blade technique, and his moves were still somewhat clumsy, while the leader's dagger was cunning and ruthless, always able to accurately predict the trajectory of the blade.

The dagger suddenly thrust straight at his heart, then slashed across his wrist, even deliberately creating an opening to lure Lu Yu into parrying with his blade. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the dagger grazed the edge of the blade and headed straight for the fingers that held it.

Lu Yu was forced to retreat repeatedly, his back slamming against the crooked octagonal table, causing wood chips from the table legs to fall off in a flurry.

He spun around to avoid the fatal blow, and the light blade swept across, the golden light cleaving through the air. The sharp edge grazed the leader's shoulder, and with a "sizzle," the fabric on the other's shoulder was instantly scorched. But he seemed to feel no pain, and instead let out a low, cold laugh.

"clang!"

The dagger and the blade of light collided fiercely once again, and the dark purple power of the Great Dao surged violently, suppressing the golden light by half an inch.

The leader's face loomed close to Lu Yu's, his pupils reflecting the golden gleam of the blades, yet revealing an almost manic compassion:

Do you know where you live? This world is fake! This world is nothing but a prison of illusion!

He twisted his wrist, the dagger spinning violently, nearly knocking Lu Yu's blade out of his hand. With his other hand, he slammed his knuckles into Lu Yu's forearm, and in the brief moment of pain, he roared out a bizarre statement:

"All things in this world are illusions! The illusory spirits are the guards of the cage, and humanity is a prisoner awaiting slaughter. Only by believing in the truth can we lead all beings to break free of their shackles and return to the real world!"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Lu Yu's mind.

He instantly recalled Nuwa's bewildered gaze in the Hub of Myriad Paths, his grandmother's vague instruction before she disappeared, "Xiaoyu has grown up," and the world filled with phantom spirits, the altered memories, and the rules that could even erase Linxi's existence.

Those doubts he had once suppressed in his heart now surged up like a tidal wave—

If everything around us is fake, then what are the worries of our parents under the lamp, the trust of Zhao Lei standing shoulder to shoulder, and Su Wan's trembling protection?

"impossible!"

Lu Yu growled, but his voice trembled without him even realizing it.

The golden light of the Void-Piercing Blade suddenly dimmed, the blade trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared in the originally solid light patterns.

Seizing this fleeting opening, the leader thrust his dagger like a viper's tongue, aiming straight for Lu Yu's throat. The dark purple blade was almost within reach, and even the chill emanating from it was licking his skin.

"Lu Yu!"

Zhao Lei's roar came from the side. He finally couldn't hold back anymore and swung his baseball bat with a powerful gust of wind towards the leader's wrist. But the distance was too great, and the force was a fraction too slow.

Su Wan mustered her last bit of strength, and the silver light in her palm suddenly exploded. Although it failed to directly interfere with the leader, it made him pause for a barely perceptible moment.

In that half-second of space, Lu Yu suddenly turned to the side, the dagger grazing his neck, cutting through a layer of flesh, and warm blood instantly seeped out, dripping onto his clothes.

Lu Yu staggered backward, the golden light of the blade trembling precariously, his vision momentarily blurred—

The mess in the main room, the fanatical and mysterious believer, and the swaying door all seemed to be veiled in a thin gauze, becoming unreal.

The leader sheathed his dagger, and looking at Lu Yu's unfocused gaze, his smile deepened.

"You've always had doubts about this world, haven't you?"

"Shut up!"

Lu Yu gripped the light blade tightly, but the golden light in his palm could not be gathered to its peak for a long time.

The phrase "the world is fake" kept echoing in his mind, and even the Void-Breaking Blade's Void-Breaking properties seemed to mock his current wavering.

At this moment, two more enemies, seemingly devout followers, bypassed Zhao Lei's obstruction and pounced on Lu Yu. Their machetes slashed at Lu Yu's limbs, their actions still fearless and ruthless.

Zhao Lei's eyes turned bloodshot with anxiety. He slammed his baseball bat hard into a man's knee, but only dared to use a clever trick to make the man kneel down. He then took a solid hit to the back with a steel pipe, and he groaned in pain, but he still stood firmly in front of Lu Yu.

Su Wan's silver light completely dissipated, and she slumped to the ground, watching Lu Yu's trembling light blade, watching the approaching enemy, and watching the fanaticism in the leader's eyes. A chill ran through her.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated from the old house, and sunlight streamed through the cracks in the broken windows, casting dappled beams of light amidst the rising dust.

Lu Yu's Void-Piercing Blade flickered in his palm. He looked at the crazed enemy before him and heard the roar of "Return to Truth Forever!" in his ears. For the first time, the "True" barrier he had always held firm showed a bottomless crack.