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

The cold light from the metal platform was like a blade chilled to ice, cutting into the deathly stillness in Wang Hao's eyes. His clenched fists felt like they were about to crush his bones.

The moment Zhao Lei was still waving at the cubicle below with a silly smile on his face, Wang Hao's pent-up resentment suddenly erupted, and he pushed Zhao Lei forward with all his might!

"We'd rather die together!"

The roar, shrouded in a fog of illusion, exploded instantly, like a thunderclap signaling the breaking of a cauldron.

Caught off guard, Zhao Lei leaned forward instantly, wildly waving his arms as he lunged toward the edge of the platform. The wind lifted the hem of his school uniform, revealing the strong muscles of his lower back.

He thought he would fall into an endless abyss, but the expected feeling of weightlessness and the sound of wind did not come. The moment his toes left the ground, he stepped on a solid piece of "air"—hard to the touch, as if it were no different from the platform he had been standing on before.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Zhao Lei wobbled but managed to stand firmly, scratching the back of his head with a puzzled look on his face. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the surface of the "air" beneath his feet. "Why does this damn air feel like a playground, so hard?"

Wang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. He took a half-step forward in disbelief, his toes tentatively touching the invisible barrier, which instantly transmitted a clear tactile sensation, hard enough to support his weight.

He stomped his feet frantically, the dull sound echoing in the empty illusion. He then bent down and stretched out his hand, his fingertips groping down the barrier, from the edge of the platform all the way into the distance, but he never touched the void.

"impossible……"

He muttered to himself, the madness in his eyes dispelled by confusion, then covered by a deeper resentment, his voice trembling and cracking, "Even death won't let me have my way?"

He turned around abruptly, his fist whistling as it slammed into Zhao Lei's cheek.

Zhao Lei instinctively raised his hand to block, and the two began to wrestle on the "suspended" "ground".

Zhao Lei instinctively raised his hand to block, his forearm colliding with Wang Hao's fist with a dull thud. The brute force of the two athletes collided, leaving both of their arms numb. Zhao Lei didn't want to hurt anyone, so he simply gripped Wang Hao's arm tightly, with such force that the other man winced in pain.

"Have you gone crazy enough! Isn't it good that you advanced?"

Wang Hao struggled and roared, his eyes bloodshot and the whites of his eyes filled with bloodshot veins: "I'm not good enough! I can never beat you in this lifetime! Your existence is an insult to me!"

He suddenly broke free, his shoulder slamming into Zhao Lei's chest. The two instantly began to wrestle, tumbling on the "suspended" "ground".

The rough texture of the "ground" made their skin ache. Zhao Lei deliberately held back his strength, only defending and not counterattacking, but Wang Hao's eyes were already red. He grabbed Zhao Lei's collar and tore at it, his fingernails almost scratching Zhao Lei's neck.

In the chaos, the two men slammed their backs against the side of the giant electronic screen. There, a row of dark purple metal pipes had been connected. With a crisp "crack," the pipes snapped, and tiny sparks of electricity flew out from the broken ends, falling like stars onto the "ground" and instantly going out.

The pale purple energy patterns on the surface of the pipeline dimmed instantly, as if its soul had been ripped away. The giant electronic screen, which had been flashing crimson, suddenly went black, then flickered with chaotic white light, like an old television with a faulty connection.

Almost simultaneously, the figure of the disciplinary officer who was dragging the teacher and student with negative scores suddenly became transparent and then real, gradually dissipating between the real and the virtual. The ruler in his hand also turned into specks of light, and before it could touch the target, it completely disappeared into the air.

The teachers and students who had been dragged stood there, their faces still showing fear, but the threat from the punishers was gone.

"The energy source has been cut off."

Chen Mo's voice pierced through the chaos.

In Chen Mo's cubicle, Li Tianwei's hand, which had been hovering over the error button, suddenly stopped.

The flashing white light on the electronic screen and the sight of the Punisher dissipating into specks of light were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, fading most of the madness from his face. The jealousy and rage ignited by the illusionary fog suddenly lost their foundation, and the roar in his throat abruptly ceased.

The vertical lines of insight in Chen Mo's eyes burned like gold as they swept across the black electronic screen and landed on the swirling, illusory mist—the mist, which had been viscous, now began to churn wildly, the negative emotional energy it contained having nowhere to vent, exploding into tiny sparks in the air.

"This fog didn't form naturally." His insight spread along the fog.

"They are actively absorbing the negative emotions—jealousy and rage—evoked by the illusion, and then converting them into energy to maintain the illusion, forming a cycle." He pointed to the black electronic screen, where the vertical lines shone even brighter. "The electronic screen is indeed the energy center. The impact just now damaged the central node, and the cycle was broken."

Inside Lu Yu's cubicle, Jiang Zhehao was still unaware of what had happened. He staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the glass partition with a dull thud.

Looking at the empty spot where the Punisher had vanished, and then glancing down at his fingertips hanging in mid-air, his chest, which had been filled with jealousy and rage, was now filled with a hollow panic.

Lu Yu had already mobilized the power of both paths. The azure array patterns spread along the "ground," unfolding like a spider web, while the pale golden power of reality pierced through the mist, outlining invisible veins in the void. "It's not just for energy circulation," he said with certainty, his gaze sweeping over the floating glass partitions, "it also constructs a spatial illusion."

"Fog, mirrors, glass," Chen Mo immediately chimed in, their analyses echoing each other perfectly. "Through complex reflections and refractions, they create the illusion of layers and a mix of reality and illusion. In fact, all the compartments and platforms are on the same plane, but they are visually separated."

Lu Yu used his true power to quietly cut open the cubicle, took a step out, then closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, eliminating all visual distractions.

The principles of the Hetu and Luoshu formations, the basics of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, and the seventy-two array patterns taught by Feng Hou unfolded one by one in his mind, and the "order" of energy flow emerged like a clear vein—

No matter how ingenious the illusion is, the flow of energy cannot escape the logic of the array. Those seemingly chaotic mists actually converge and circulate along fixed patterns.

He reached out, his fingertips gently brushing the air, tracing the path of energy flow, his steps slow yet firm, moving forward as if "suspended" on flat ground.

With each step, a pale blue ripple spread through the air beneath his feet, dissipating the illusory mist and revealing the energy patterns hidden beneath.

"There's an energy turbulence half a meter to the left front. Avoid it." Chen Mo also broke through the partition and used his insight power to lock onto the details of the energy channels. His voice was deep and precise. "At the three o'clock position, there are dense energy channels. It might be a shortcut to the core of the array."

The two moved swiftly across the "suspended" plane, their figures appearing and disappearing in the mist like ghosts flitting between reality and illusion.

Liu Jing's heart sank to the bottom, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

In the instant the illusion trembled, a familiar, bone-chilling cold pierced through the void and seeped in along the cracks—it was the aura of the Executors! Not just one, but several, their oppressive power surging like a tide, causing even her Purification Dao to tremble slightly.

She knew better than anyone what this meant: everyone's consciousness was trapped in an illusion, but their bodies were still lying in the real campus.

In the eyes of those who act on the outside, everyone's body is a lamb to the slaughter.