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

As the gray mist, like thick ink, entangled and merged all consciousness, the power of the Great Dao within Liu Jing's meridians suddenly trembled. Strands of pure purifying power surged through her meridians, flowing throughout her limbs and bones, like the cool moonlight washing away the shackles of illusion.

Her profound understanding of the Purification Dao at the 5-star Transformation Realm allowed her to purify herself and break free from the mental shackles of the illusion.

The moment consciousness returned, the surrounding senses were completely transformed.

The moon-white dress that was originally damp with rain and smelled of sandalwood has vanished without a trace, replaced by a gray sanitation worker's uniform, the rough linen fabric causing pain in her shoulders and neck.

The air around her nose was no longer filled with the crisp scent of sycamore trees, but with an overly sweet and cloying fragrance—the scent of white roses mixed with ambergris next to the gilded sculpture. Instead of a plastic track, she was standing on white marble slabs that reflected her image, making her coarse cloth uniform look even more shabby.

This is an extremely luxurious aristocratic campus. The dome is made of stained glass, and sunlight shines through the glass, refracting into colorful halos. The columns are inlaid with tiny sapphires, and the students who come and go are all dressed in velvet gowns embroidered with silver thread, with the family crests on their collars gleaming coldly.

She and a few others, dressed in coarse cloth uniforms, were relegated to the lowest rung of the "lowly" class, as if they were deprived of even the right to look up at the nobles.

"Hey, you cleaning worker!"

A haughty voice pierced the sweet tranquility. Three "noble students" dressed in gilded-trimmed formal attire surrounded her. The leader slammed his silver cane heavily against the white marble, the pigeon-blood ruby ​​at the tip reflecting light so brightly it hurt the eyes. He looked down at Liu Jing condescendingly, "Who gave you permission to approach the Duke's Rose Garden? You lowly ant, do you even deserve to be tainted by anything from a noble garden?"

Liu Jing frowned slightly, her purifying power about to surge forth, when she caught sight of a bloated figure slowly rising beside the fountain pool diagonally in front of her—

It was a giant phantom with its belly swollen like a bottomless abyss, with lingering gray mist still hanging from its mouth. Beneath its feet was a completely vanished phantom, which could be vaguely identified as the headmaster who had just been scolding the "noble students".

There were no screams, no struggles; the headmaster didn't even leave behind his soul, only a wisp of very faint mist, which was swept away by the wind and dispersed into the air.

Liu Jing's heart sank, and the purifying power instantly vanished. At the same time, she hunched her back, adopting a humble posture, and apologized in a low voice: "It was my fault for not knowing the rules. Please step aside."

She bent over and hid in the rose bushes nearby. The thorns on the branches tore her sleeve, but they were not as sharp as the vigilance in her heart.

She crouched behind the branches and leaves, quietly using her purifying power to sense the energy fluctuations around her, trying to piece together the rules of the illusion from the fragmented information. Her gaze first fell on the flower bed outside the library.

A female student dressed in a faded cloth dress was surrounded by several young noblemen.

The young master at the head of the group held a delicate silver chain necklace between his fingers. The inside of the necklace gleamed with a warm, jade-like luster, while the outside was engraved with an exquisite family crest. He looked down at the girl, pinching her chin and forcing her to look up, his tone playfully flippant:

"If you wear this obediently, you won't have to do those rough jobs anymore, and you can become my personal pet, how about it?"

The girl's face flushed red instantly, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Her gaze swept over the laughing nobles around her, then fell on the collar in the young master's hand. The collar gleamed ambiguously in the sunlight, like a shackle, yet also like a shortcut to escape a lowly status.

The surrounding nobles began to stir up trouble:

"Put it on quickly. Following Young Master Kai is better than being a lowly, poor student."

"Judging from her expression, she's already agreed."

Young Master Kai's fingertips brushed against the girl's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. His voice was even lower, with a seductive magnetism:

"Sweetie, put it on. From now on, you're mine, and no one will dare to bully you anymore."

The girl's shoulders trembled slightly, and finally she closed her eyes.

Young Master Kai chuckled softly and casually fastened the choker around her neck. The silver chain dangled down, resting on her slightly open collar, swaying gently with her movements.

Young Master Kai's tone was a mix of arrogance and ambiguity: "So obedient."

The girl's ear tips were bright red, but she didn't dare to look up. She could only stiffly bend her knees and crawl at his feet.

The surrounding laughter instantly turned into more ambiguous whistles, and the sunlight fell on the collar around her neck, reflecting a dazzling light.

A gigantic ethereal being with a swollen belly lingered nearby, but did not approach—

Clearly, her compliance conformed to the rules of the illusion.

Liu Jing breathed even softer, etching this scene into her mind, and then turned her gaze to the library, where she caught a second clue.

A girl in an aristocratic dress is blocking the path of the "humble librarian" who is carrying books. Her fingertips are hooked around his tie, and her tone is sweet yet carries an undeniable forcefulness.

"If you stay with me, I'll ask my father to arrange a respectable job for you. Isn't that better than you spending your days surrounded by these old books?"

The librarian's face flushed red, and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good enough for you, and I already have someone I like..."

Before he could finish speaking, an invisible energy instantly locked onto him, and a giant ethereal spirit with a swollen belly came running at the sound, opening its huge, dark maw. In just three seconds, it vanished completely, leaving only the old book scattered on the ground, its pages fluttering in the wind, emitting a faint, mournful sound.

Liu Jing's heart sank. She suppressed the urge to rush to save the person and connected the two clues:

In addition to obedience to hierarchical identities, the illusion also amplifies adolescent emotions, weaving false feelings wrapped in identity bait. Violating either of these will trigger a failure judgment, turning one into food for the ethereal spirits.

Just as she was about to verify further, one of the three "noble students" who had surrounded her earlier came over. He leaned against a tree trunk outside the bushes, holding a white rose covered in morning dew in his hand. The cuffs of his velvet suit were embroidered with silver thread, which made his fingers look exceptionally long.

His gaze swept over Liu Jing's slightly disheveled hair and worn-out cuffs, but he showed no disgust. Instead, he took a half-step forward, his fingertips almost brushing against her cheek, his tone deliberately gentle, carrying the ambiguous scent of roses and ambergris:

"I see you're different from those lowly people; you possess a captivating charm. Come with me, and I'll have my servants prepare a silk dress for you. From now on, you'll stay by my side as my personal attendant. What do you say?"

Liu Jing's palms were sweating, and the muscles in her back tensed instantly; the implication in her words was almost obvious.

She could clearly sense that the illusory energy surrounding the other person was weaving a trap of hormones and hierarchy; if she showed even the slightest refusal, the failure judgment would be triggered instantly…