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

The changes in the paths inside the Rubik's Cube compass are more complex and mysterious than before. The reorganization of the paths is no longer a simple combination and extension, but carries a kind of mysterious rhythm. Every change is filled with an unknown sense of pressure.

At the end of the road, the jade gate of the Nuwa Temple disappeared without a trace, replaced by an ancient stone gate engraved with Qimen Dunjia patterns. There was no inscription on the lintel, but the phantoms of the Hetu and Luoshu moved around on the lintel, sometimes condensing into a star map, sometimes dispersing into trigrams. A vast and heavy feeling from ancient times pressed down, making people breathe a little lighter.

Lu Yu reached out and pushed open the door. The smell of pine smoke mixed with the rust of bronze rushed out, completely different from the chaotic and warm atmosphere of the Nuwa Temple. The air here was permeated with a rigorous and sharp aura.

The roof of the hall has no beams; three hundred and sixty paulownia trees stand tall and straight, each tree carved with constellations and latitude and longitude. They tremble slightly with the airflow, emitting a faint, mosquito-like resonance.

The ground is paved with polished yellow stone, and the natural patterns on the stone surface are interwoven, which is the original Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams array. When you step on it, you can feel the faint energy flowing in the stone patterns.

The hall was not furnished with many items, except for a tortoise shell the size of a millstone standing in the center. The cracks on the tortoise shell were as fine as a spider web, and each crack precisely corresponded to a key point of the array.

A beast bone scepter leaned against it, its head shimmering with a faint blue light, as if guarding some ancient secret.

"Halt!"

A deep, resonant voice echoed through the hall. Unlike Nuwa's voice, which was full of vicissitudes, it carried the majesty of an ancient tribal leader, causing the star patterns on the paulownia wood in the hall to tremble.

Lu Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure slowly rise from behind the tortoise shell. He was dressed in a simple robe made of animal skin and hemp cloth, his hair was tied up with a hairpin made of animal bone, and his face was as hard as if it had been carved by a knife and axe. His eyebrows and eyes were etched with the wrinkles of time. Only his eyes had both the sharpness to see through the rules of the world and the confusion that was just like Nuwa's.

"I am Feng Hou, the master of the Dao of Arrays, and the master of the order of array patterns in the world." The man raised his hand, and the beast bone scepter lightly tapped the ground. The star patterns on the green paulownia wood in the hall suddenly lit up. "Since you have stepped into my temple, you must pass my trial in order to receive the inheritance of the Dao of Arrays."

Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat. He had read about Feng Hou in books before. Legend has it that he was the first formation master under the Yellow Emperor, who deduced the Eight Trigrams Formation, created Qimen Dunjia, and laid the foundation for the ancient formations. He was the god of formations.

He clenched the runes in his palm and bowed, saying, "Junior Lu Yu is willing to accept the trial."

Feng Hou said no more, and waved his scepter once more. Suddenly, the natural patterns of the Xuanhuang stone in the hall came to life. Countless pale blue array patterns rose from the stone surface, intertwining in the air to form a palm-sized yet clearly structured trapping array. Clouds and mist surged within the array, and countless tiny, illusory figures darted about within, their shrill cries faint yet piercing to the heart.

"This trapping formation contains three false formation eyes and one true formation eye." Feng Hou's voice carried the indifference of a grandmaster of formations, every word inseparable from the principles of formations. "The root of formations lies in 'order.' You must use your true nature to discern the truth from falsehood, break this formation first, and then set up a trapping formation of equal foundation according to the principles of formations to pass."

Before the words were finished, the clouds and mist in the formation suddenly surged, the shrieks of the illusory phantoms became clear, and the four array eyes simultaneously lit up with blazing blue light, almost indistinguishable from the real thing to the naked eye. An illusory aura spread along the array patterns, trying to disturb people's minds.

Lu Yu subconsciously mobilized his True Power, and the pale golden runes in his palm lit up, the warm golden light flowing towards the array. This True Power, originating from Nuwa, naturally restrained illusion. The moment it touched the array patterns, the illusory halos that contained the pseudo array eyes melted away like ice and snow meeting the warm sun. The azure light of the three pseudo array eyes dimmed instantly, leaving only the pure azure light at the center of the array, firmly embedded in the palace position of the nine-square grid, like a stabilizing needle, suppressing the entire Small Confining Void Array.

Lu Yu used almost cheating methods to break the array that trapped the God of Array Dao in an instant.

"The true path can indeed break through illusions." A hint of understanding flashed in Feng Hou's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by confusion.

Lu Yu held his breath and walked to the front of the array, stepping on the patterns of the Xuanhuang stone. The real power gathered at his fingertips touched the blue array patterns, and the originally chaotic array patterns instantly returned to their positions.

Lu Yu held his breath and walked to the front of the formation by stepping on the nine-palace pattern of the Xuanhuang stone. The real power gathered at his fingertips touched the blue array pattern. The array pattern, which was originally disordered by the invasion of illusion, instantly returned to its original position and restored its proper rhythm.

Following the array principles that suddenly appeared in his mind, he slowly injected the newly awakened array power into his body. Where his fingertips touched, fine blue ripples spread out in layers. In less than half a cup of tea's time, a simple yet well-structured trapping array was formed. A wisp of pale golden real power was wrapped around the edge of the array pattern, which firmly locked down the illusory phantoms that were running around in the array, preventing even a shriek from getting out.

"Not bad, you've grasped the foundation of array formations—'Prologue'." Feng Hou nodded, his tone finally showing more approval.

"The Great Dao of Array Formation - Initial Awakening Realm." An ancient consciousness resounded in his mind.

Lu Yu felt countless array information flooding into his mind like a tide: the array principles of the Hetu Luoshu, the basic arrangement of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, the diagrams of the seventy-two basic array patterns... A clear and cool energy flowed along his meridians, running parallel to the power of reality.

He looked up at Feng Hou and saw the other person staring blankly at the star patterns on the ceiling, a hint of melancholy in his voice: "Senior, do you know why you are trapped here? What exactly is this Hub of Myriad Paths?"

Feng Hou withdrew his gaze, the beast bone scepter fell to the ground, the dark jade light faded considerably, and the majesty in his voice completely dissipated, leaving only the same bewilderment as Nuwa:

"My memories are like being shrouded in thick fog, with only scattered fragments remaining—I once helped the Yellow Emperor set up the Eight Formations, repelled Chiyou in the Battle of Zhuolu, and laid the foundation for the Chinese nation. When I opened my eyes again, I was in this hall, my body bound by the power of rules far exceeding the Dao of Formations. I knew neither where I came from nor where I was going."

He paused, looked at Lu Yu, his gaze sweeping over the two marks on his palm, leaving behind a meaningful admonition:

"You possess the power of two paths. Remember, the path of formation follows the 'order,' and the true path guards the 'heart.' When the two are combined, you may be able to unravel the key mystery. However... I have divined that your path ahead is fraught with danger, so proceed with caution."

Lu Yu wanted to ask more questions, but an invisible force of rules suddenly gripped his consciousness. The sea of ​​light of the myriad dao hub, the green paulownia wood of the Feng Hou Temple, and the cracks in the tortoise shell were all rapidly distorted. The next second, he was pulled back to reality.