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

The sharp sound of the steel pipe cutting through the morning mist grazed past Su Wan's ears before slamming heavily against the brick wall behind her, sending debris flying and splattering all over her face.

She staggered and huddled in the corner, the craft knife long since slipped from her hand, the paint bottle crashed to the ground, the colorful liquid mixed with dust spreading out, creating an eerie, mottled effect in the morning light.

Three enemies approached from the front, their steel pipes and machetes flashing, blocking all her escape routes. The leader had a fanatical smile on his lips.

On the other side, Zhao Lei was also exhausted. His baseball bat was being held tightly by two enemies, his red ribbon was being torn to shreds, and he was hit hard on the back, making his vision go black and his throat feel bloody.

The third man's machete was coming down towards his knee. He could only watch helplessly as the cold blade fell, barely having the strength to dodge, yet he still roared:

"Lu Yu! Don't worry about me! Protect Su Wan!"

Lu Yu's vision was torn apart by these two desperate situations, and the seductive idea of ​​a "false world" in his mind was instantly crushed, leaving only a burning obsession—he had to protect his companions and guard the undeniable truth in his heart.

The pale golden runes in his palm suddenly became hot, and an unprecedentedly powerful force surged through his meridians, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting. The previously stagnant power of truth instantly became as responsive as his own limbs, and the air around him trembled. Even the dust on the ground was lifted into the air by the golden light.

"The True Path - The Imperial Realm!"

An ancient consciousness exploded in his mind, and the control of the 4-star Imperial Dao Realm spread like a tide throughout his body.

Lu Yu felt his meridians expand several times over, and the Void-Piercing Blade in his palm was no longer limited to the form of a longsword. With a thought, the golden light instantly split into several thin ropes, with fine Void-Piercing patterns flowing on them, radiating a cold halo.

"Bind!"

Lu Yu gave a low shout, and the golden rope shot out like a serpent, precisely wrapping around the wrists and ankles of the enemy who was approaching Su Wan. The man felt an inescapable sense of restraint, and no matter how much he screamed and struggled, he could only be pulled like a puppet, staggering and falling to the ground. The steel pipe clattered to the ground, and he was no longer a threat.

Immediately afterwards, two ropes shot towards the enemies who were entangled with Zhao Lei, binding their wrists where they were holding their weapons. The moment the golden light tightened, the two men screamed in pain, their weapons slipping from their hands. Zhao Lei seized the opportunity, kneeing one of them in the abdomen and then swinging a baseball bat to knock the other unconscious.

Having resolved the crises on both sides, Lu Yu turned to look at the leader.

At this moment, his Void-Piercing Blade had reformed into a longsword. His control over the Dao Realm made the golden light of the blade even brighter, and as the patterns flowed, even the air was cut into tiny ripples.

The leader's pupils constricted sharply, clearly not expecting Lu Yu to suddenly break through. In a hasty move, he swung his dagger to block, but was forced back by the surge of force from the light blade. His hand split open, and blood dripped onto the spiral pattern on the dagger, instantly swallowed by the dark purple light.

Lu Yu pressed forward relentlessly, his light blade attacks becoming increasingly fierce, sometimes thrusting straight, sometimes slashing horizontally, and sometimes splitting into short blades to disrupt the attack.

He began to unleash the derivative abilities of the Imperial Dao Realm. Several small golden blades, each about an inch long, flew around the leader, targeting the flaws in his moves and forcing him to defend himself. Even his dark purple Dao power began to become disordered.

Just as Lu Yu was about to conjure a rope to completely bind him, the sound of multiple footsteps suddenly came from the alley entrance, accompanied by the clear sound of incantations breaking through the air:

"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies, cultivated for countless eons, to prove my divine power—the Purification Domain!"

Accompanied by a pale golden halo of purification—the support from the Shouzhen Bureau has arrived!

A pale golden halo of purification light instantly spread out, enveloping the entire old house—the support from the Shouzhen Bureau has arrived!

Several Guardians dressed in tight-fitting clothes rushed into the courtyard. The light of the purifying power swept across the main room, and the remaining enemies suddenly froze, but the fanaticism in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Upon seeing this, the leader's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint. He suddenly pulled out a yellow talisman and crushed it. The talisman transformed into a thick cloud of black smoke that enveloped him. As the black smoke churned, it vanished into thin air under the golden light of the purification field.

The guardians immediately stepped forward, attempting to capture the remaining enemies, but before they could even get close, the enemies all raised their heads and roared in unison, "Return to Truth Forever!"

Before they could finish speaking, dark brown blood spilled from the corners of their mouths at the same time. They had bitten off the poison hidden between their teeth. Their bodies fell straight to the ground without even a struggle, and they were lifeless in the blink of an eye.

The main room fell into a deathly silence. Morning light slanted through the broken window onto the corpses, whose faces still bore the traces of fanatical smiles, creating an eerie contrast with their cold, stiff bodies. The air was filled with the stench of blood and the purifying scent of sandalwood, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Liu Jing quickly walked to Lu Yu's side, her fingertips glowing with a faint golden light, and gently brushed over the wound on the side of his neck. She frowned slightly: "The wound isn't deep, but the opponent's power of the Great Dao has a corrosive quality. Let's treat it first."

She then turned to look at Su Wan, who was slumped on the ground, and Zhao Lei, who was clutching his back and grimacing. She gave the medical staff behind her a look and said, "Take them to the temporary medical point."

"Who are they?" Lu Yu clenched the runes in his palm, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "Why...why would they rather commit suicide than be captured alive?"

Liu Jing's gaze swept over the strange symbols drawn all over the place, and her brows furrowed even more: "I've never seen these symbols before. I need to go back to the bureau and report it so that the archives can retrieve the information."

The guardians have begun to clean up the scene in an orderly manner; some are collecting the remaining talismans on the ground, while others are recording the clothing characteristics of the enemy.

Liu Jing led Lu Yu and the other two into the Shouzhen Bureau's special car and headed straight for the underground base.

In the conference room of the Shouzhen Bureau, the lights were cold and white. Qin Mu tapped his fingertips on the table. After listening to the report from Liu Jing and the others, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes: "When the archives tried to retrieve the data, they prompted that the permissions were insufficient. I will personally go to the Yanjing headquarters to report tomorrow."

Qin Mu paused, then looked at Lu Yu, "You've just broken through to the Imperial Dao Realm, and your realm is still unstable. Go back and rest first. We'll let you know if there's any news."

night.

The city of Zhongzhou was shrouded in a thin veil of moonlight, and the alleys of the old city were exceptionally quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the sycamore leaves.

Lu Yu, who had been sent home by Liu Jing, secretly climbed over the low courtyard wall and sneaked back into the old house without the knowledge of the Shouzhen Bureau.

Moonlight spilled onto the mottled courtyard wall, and the distorted symbols painted on the courtyard floor by those people shimmered with a faint black aura under the silvery light. Before, it just seemed chaotic and disorderly, but when he walked to the center of the courtyard, turned around unintentionally, changed his perspective, and looked up at the courtyard wall, his blood instantly froze.

The symbols that were originally scattered in various places were connected into a strange pattern under the reflection of the moonlight!

The symbols are connected by tiny, almost invisible lines that meander along the walls, forming a shape resembling an array.

The night wind carried the decaying smell of the old house, and the patterns of the array flickered in the moonlight, like a lurking beast silently watching him.