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

The bathroom scene is like crumpled rice paper, quickly reassembled and deformed.

The lingering azure array power in Lu Yu's palm suddenly went out of control, rushing wildly along his meridians. He staggered forward, his fingertips brushing against the cold tiles, his entire body being pulled and thrown off balance by the force.

Chen Mo's insightful gaze flashed intensely in his eyes. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed Lu Yu's wrist, but the force was too tyrannical. The moment their fingertips touched, they were repelled by an invisible barrier.

Liu Jing's breathing became erratic instantly. She held Su Wan in her arms, and the power of purification flowed through her meridians as she tried to stabilize herself, but she was also drawn into the vortex.

Zhao Lei was still practicing his starting stance on the edge of the track when he was suddenly thrown to the ground by an invisible force. He scrambled to his feet, dazed, staring at the now-blurred rubber track before him, muttering, "What happened? The ground's shaking? This track is so shoddy!"

The dizzying sensation of the world spinning clung to me for ten seconds, like being spun around in a washing machine for ten minutes.

When Lu Yu regained his footing, the sweet fragrance in the bathroom had completely disappeared, replaced by the cold, hard smell of disinfectant mixed with exam paper ink.

He glanced down at his clothes. His once silky, gilded formal suit was gone, replaced by a faded gray school uniform. The stiff fabric was digging into his neck, and the cuffs were frayed. The school badge on his chest was blurry, blending into the surrounding world.

He looked up abruptly, and the sight that met his eyes made his blood run cold instantly.

The teaching building was made of cold, lifeless concrete. The walls were worn dark, yet the words "Countdown to Elimination" were etched in blood red. The numbers below were as red as blood, jumping at a visible speed. With each jump, the walls trembled slightly, as if tapping on everyone's nerves.

In the center of the playground stood a giant electronic screen, its pale light making the cold gray sky and earth feel even more oppressive. Even the sound of the wind whistling through the air had a sharp, metallic quality to it.

Su Wan leaned against Liu Jing's chest, the silvery light of her 2-star Condensation Realm spiritual energy shimmering on her body, her voice trembling:

"The atmosphere here is so oppressive, it feels like countless eyes are watching us."

Chen Mo's insightful gaze had already gleamed in his eyes, a pale golden light sweeping across every corner of the entire inferno. His brows furrowed tightly, his tone carrying the solemnity of someone who had unraveled a mystery:

"This is not an ordinary extension of the illusion; it is a double-nested predicament with the previous illusion, and the core rules have completely changed."

Just then, the giant electronic screen suddenly lit up with a blinding white light, and a cold, monotone mechanical voice, like a steel needle tempered with ice, pierced everyone's eardrums:

"Welcome to the purgatory of Zhongzhou No. 11 Middle School's entrance exam preparation. The following are the survival rules—"

Article 1, University Admission Quota: Only 10 "University Admission Quotas" will be reserved for the entire school;

Article 2, Points Mechanism: All participants must participate in the 'Competition Levels' in turn. Passing the level will earn corresponding points, which will be displayed in real time on the electronic screen. Those who fail a level will be directly subject to 'Expulsion Punishment'.

Article 3, Execution of Disciplinary Action: Those who trigger "expulsion disciplinary action" will be expelled by the disciplinary officer and transferred to an off-campus area; please note that the off-campus area is not suitable for human habitation.

The moment the mechanical voice fell, the white light on the electronic screen suddenly went out, and then a blood-red leaderboard lit up. At this moment, everyone's name was followed by a glaring "0". Only the words "Elimination Countdown" at the top of the screen flashed wildly, like a death warrant.

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

"What college admission quota? The college entrance exam isn't until six months away!"

A bespectacled male teacher was the first to rush out. He had been teaching for over a decade and had never seen such an absurd rule. "Which department is behind this prank?" he asked.

"Exactly! Expelling them off campus? Perfect, then they won't have to attend classes or take exams. Who are they trying to scare!"

Some students joined in the commotion, their voices filled with youthful rebellion, while others whistled in an attempt to ease the absurd atmosphere.

But suddenly no one dared to utter another word—

Three dark figures suddenly darted out from the shadows behind the electronic screen.

That is the "Punisher".

They resembled teachers, but had no faces. A hazy gray mist shrouded their necks, and they wore faded, old-fashioned teacher uniforms, clutching half-foot-long rulers in their hands. With each step they took, a thin layer of frost would form beneath their feet, making them particularly eerie in the cold, gray world.

The punisher in the very center moved, his movements so fast they were like a blur.

Its ruler lightly swept across the shoulder of the roaring male teacher, without a sound, and the teacher's body began to turn transparent. Before the anger on his face had faded, two discipliners grabbed him by the arms, one on each side, and dragged him towards the school gate—

The gray fog there was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved. The male teacher's struggles, which started as screams, slowly turned into weak sobs, and finally disappeared completely into the fog, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed.

Deathly silence, utter and complete deathly silence.

All doubts and wishful thinking were shattered in that instant; even the wind seemed to freeze, and only icy fear remained in the air.

Liu Jing's pupils contracted sharply. The purifying power at her fingertips was about to gather, but she suddenly withdrew it... The consequences of a mass uprising would be even more severe than the punishment from this illusion.

She held Su Wan even tighter, lowered her voice, and said with unwavering caution, "The rules are the core of this illusion. First, figure out the logic of each level. Don't force your way through."

Lu Yu's Dao power quietly circulated, and the azure light patterns of the Condensed Form Realm spread along his fingertips. The seventy-two array patterns taught by Feng Hou rapidly unfolded in his mind. He could clearly sense that the layout of this purgatory's architecture conformed to the patterns of the "Five Elements Trapping Array"—

The East Arts Building belongs to Wood, the West Science Building belongs to Metal, the South Laboratory Building belongs to Fire, the North Library belongs to Water, and the Central Playground and Electronic Screen belong to Earth.

However, an invisible suppression tightly locked his power. He could only sense the meridians, but he couldn't even find the most basic array core, let alone break the array.

"The punisher's energy source is near the electronic screen."

Chen Mo's insight lines shone with a pale golden light in the depths of his eyes. His gaze pierced through the gray mist outline of the Punisher, precisely locking onto the node of the energy connection. "But there are rules blocking our way, so we can't get close. We can only follow the checkpoints for now."

Zhao Lei clenched his fists, staring at the words "Only 10 spots available" on the electronic screen, a surge of anger rising in his chest:

"Why are only 10 allowed to advance? This rule is utter nonsense! I'm determined to help everyone advance; not a single one can be left behind!"

Su Wan's spiritual silver light finally managed to spread out, and the power of the Condensation Realm made her senses increasingly acute. She could clearly perceive the undercurrents surging in the hearts of the teachers and students around her:

Some people stared intently at the points leaderboard on the electronic screen, their eyes glued to the classmates who consistently ranked at the top, and that hidden fear was quietly fermenting into jealousy.

Some people quietly retreated, distancing themselves from their friends, as if afraid of being targeted or turned against.

Several others had already huddled together, whispering their schemes, their calculating tone piercing the air like needles.

Just as Liu Jing was about to speak to comfort everyone, she suddenly realized something—

Her path of purification instinctively sensed the pressure emanating from the ethereal beings; at this moment, the oppressive feeling of an executor was seeping in from the cracks in the illusion…

She looked up at the top of the electronic screen. The predicament of this illusion might have formed an impenetrable link with the encirclement and suppression by the executors outside the illusion.

A deadly competition with unknown rules has only just begun.