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

"Flush it at the garbage dump!"

Liu Jing let out a low shout, and the purifying power at her fingertips condensed into an extremely thin golden shield, barely blocking a tentacle that attacked from the side.

She dared not let the purifying golden light leak out even a little, for fear of alarming the thousands of ethereal teachers and students in the campus who had not yet triggered their instincts, thus pushing this illusory predicament into an abyss of no return. She could only rely on the foundation of the Transformation Realm to compress her power to the extreme.

Lu Yu gripped Zhao Lei's wrist with his left hand and tightly protected Su Wan's lower back with his right, practically dragging and carrying her towards the corner. Zhao Lei, still dazed, mumbled, "Why run? Can't we still handle this thing?"

Su Wan's silver light had completely dimmed, and she slumped into Lu Yu's arms. Cold sweat soaked through the cuffs of Lu Yu's dress on her forehead, but the faint silver light on her fingertips was astonishingly stubborn, locking onto the approaching ethereal spirit behind her and barely managing to keep it in place with her exhausted strength.

Chen Mo led the way, the pale gold vertical lines of the Path of Insight flashing rapidly in his eyes.

The outline of the abandoned garbage dump finally came into view.

The half-collapsed red brick building was covered with blackened vines, and piles of discarded plates and food scraps at the entrance emitted a nauseating, sour, and rotten smell. The wind swept through, carrying rotten vegetable leaves and crumbs of spoiled bread, and the air carried an air of delusion—a kind of all-consuming indulgence, like a bottomless abyss that could never be filled.

"The core of the energy fluctuation is in the underground warehouse!" Chen Mo's voice was extremely low, his observation lines already locked onto the rusty iron door on the west side of the garbage station, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty.

Lu Yu gently pushed Su Wan to Liu Jing. At this moment, two giant phantoms had caught up behind them. Their sticky tentacles slapped against the red brick wall, causing the wall plaster to fall off in a flurry. One of them ignored the remaining spiritual silver light of Su Wan and went straight for Lu Yu's back.

"Lu Yu, hurry!" Liu Jing's voice was filled with urgency.

Lu Yu had already rushed to the rusty iron gate. Golden light condensed on his fingers, and the Void-Piercing Blade condensed into a fine needle. With a crisp "ding," the rusty lock opened.

He bent down and rushed into the underground warehouse. The array patterns in his palm surged with light. The principles of the Hetu Luoshu array, taught by Feng Hou, surfaced in his mind. The veins of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams extended along the cracks in the ground. The diagrams of the seventy-two basic array patterns unfolded rapidly in his brain. One second later, Lu Yu pressed his fingertips heavily on the array eye node in the center of the warehouse.

"Follow the order of the array, dispel illusion and reveal truth!"

In an instant, a muffled thunderous roar suddenly echoed from the underground warehouse. The mountain of food scraps instantly vanished into countless specks of light, and the sour, rotten smell was completely cleansed by the aura of the array. The illusory power that had been entangled in the garbage dump receded like a tide, and the textures of the two giant ethereal spirits became transparent at a visible speed, eventually turning into a wisp of mist. Even the one that Su Wan had soothed dissipated along with it, leaving only a glimmer of silver light on her fingertip that flickered in the sunlight before extinguishing completely.

Zhao Lei was still not fully awake. Staring at the dissipating phantom in mid-air, he patted his chest and shouted, "See! I told you this monster wasn't scary at all!"

Su Wan leaned against Liu Jing's chest, her face as pale as paper, but the clarity in her eyes grew stronger. The Spiritual Path of the 2-Star Condensation Realm had further enhanced her recovery ability.

Chen Mo walked slowly to the ruins of the garbage station, the sharp lines in his eyes gradually disappearing, and his voice carried a calmness that seemed to have seen through a mystery: "The underlying logic of the rules of this illusion should originate from the seven deadly sins in Catholic doctrine."

All eyes turned to him.

"The prototype of the Seven Deadly Sins can be traced back to the 4th century AD, when the Greek monk Evagrius Ponticus proposed the 'Eight Evils,' including gluttony, lust, greed, sorrow, and so on." Chen Mo's fingertips traced the remaining illusory light spots on the ground, his tone a precise analysis of the doctrinal context. "In the 13th century, Thomas Aquinas integrated and revised it in the Summa Theologica, removing 'sorrow' and 'conceit,' and establishing it as the Seven Deadly Sins: pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. Each one corresponds to the desires of human nature and is also the shackle that binds consciousness in the realm of illusion."

He paused, connecting the doctrine with the illusion, his logic becoming increasingly meticulous: "The aristocratic circle of the school reveres status and position, everyone indulging in class arrogance, competing with each other for empty fame—this is the embodiment of the original sin of pride. The key to the array in the school history museum is the core of the rules of pride; while those monsters use 'defying class' and 'rejecting emotions' as bait to devour all those who break the rules, so they correspond to the original sin of gluttony, and the piles of discarded food in the garbage dump, which I previously speculated were the anchor points of the rules of gluttony..."

"So I broke the array's core here, and the ethereal spirits responsible for devouring it ceased to exist." Lu Yu continued, the mark on his palm slightly warm, confirming the plausibility of this deduction.

The wind swept past, carrying debris from the garbage dump. Chen Mo's gaze swept over the teachers and students still lost in their reverie in the distance—under the sycamore tree, a young boy and girl whispered to each other, their eyes still red, their sweet ambiguity appearing absurd in the hazy sunlight; by the window of the teaching building, two figures leaned close together, oblivious to the changes around them, as if the world consisted only of each other.

"Look," Chen Mo said in a very low voice, "the obsessions of those who are not yet awake are all magnified into naive feelings and instinctive impulses." He looked up into the depths of the campus, his insight locked onto a certain direction, "The third layer of rule shackles should correspond to lust in the Seven Deadly Sins, and I guess the girls' bathroom with its abnormal energy fluctuations is the core of the lust array."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over one's head, yet they also raised three unsolvable questions.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cuff of his formal attire. His tone was one of meticulous perplexity unique to those who had discerned the Great Dao: "The seven deadly sins are of equal weight. Apart from the verified pride and gluttony, and the inferred lust, do the remaining sins—envy, wrath, sloth, and greed—have corresponding array nodes? If so, in what form would they be embedded in the illusion?"

Lu Yu also fell into deep thought. The warm gold of the power of truth and the clear blue of the power of the array flowed through his meridians. His heart was full of confusion: "If it is really a complex array nested with the seven deadly sins, how could I, an array inheritor who has just entered the Form Condensation Realm, break it so easily? Moreover, the judgment of the illusion only looks at the behavior and does not explore the mind, which does not conform to the logic of high-level arrays at all."

"This also contradicts the core idea of ​​the Seven Deadly Sins, which directly addresses the human heart. It is indeed a strange logical flaw," Chen Mo added, glancing at Zhao Lei beside him with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

The most perplexing one is Zhao Lei.

Although he had somewhat broken free from the chaos of his aristocratic fantasy, he was not shackled by lust at all. At this moment, he was doing warm-up exercises as if no one else was around, muttering to himself, "Once this hellhole is destroyed, I'm going to practice relay sprints. I guarantee our class will get first place, and then all the girls in the school will scream for me!"

Looking at him like this, Liu Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Instead of asking Lu Yu when he had mastered the second Great Dao power, she said with a knowing, almost wry, tone, "It's not that he wasn't affected; it's just that the rules of lust couldn't find an obsession to amplify. Zhao Lei's mind is too pure; his mind is probably only filled with running and his brothers..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu and Chen Mo were both stunned, and then suddenly realized that the seemingly inescapable shackles of lust had become nothing but empty words in the face of ultimate simplicity.