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

The executor's aura seeped in through the cracks in the illusion, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Liu Jing froze, the power of purification surging through her meridians—this aura was more intense than ever before, and carried a world-destroying resolve, clearly indicating that the unknown situation outside the illusion was approaching its limit.

However, the teachers and students around her were completely unaware, still immersed in the afterglow of the illusion. Some were still whispering about their choices, while others were secretly rejoicing over their scores on the electronic screen. Only Liu Jing could clearly sense that the oppressive aura was spreading along the spatial rift, like an invisible giant net.

"Just now..." Jia Ying, who was in the same cubicle as Liu Jing, suddenly frowned, and the resentment that had been amplified by the illusory mist instantly froze on her face. She could not feel the executor's pressure, but she could catch Liu Jing's suddenly tense aura, a solemn atmosphere that was poised to erupt yet was being restrained with all her might.

The resentment in her mind from not being selected for the evaluation and having her lesson plan rejected, like burst bubbles, quickly dissipated in Liu Jing's solemnity and the eerie atmosphere, replaced by astonishment and clarity.

Looking at the deep wariness hidden in Liu Jing's eyes, she suddenly remembered her earlier scheme against Liu Jing—to use the rules as a trap to make Liu Jing lose points and be dragged away by the punisher. That dark scheme now seemed absurd and laughable, and her cheeks instantly burned. She opened her mouth, about to say an apology, when she was interrupted by a suppressed groan.

"Buzz—"

The illusionary space trembled violently, and irregular ripples appeared on the mirrors of the glass partitions, like water disturbed by pebbles. Some partitions even began to shatter and dissipate, turning into countless illusory points of light.

Not far away, three students closest to the spatial rift suddenly had a light mist rising from their necks, like cold sweat seeping from their pores and trickling down their collars.

Their eyes quickly became unfocused, their pupils were empty and unfocused, and there were faint, fine muscle textures wriggling under their skin, like countless tiny insects crawling under the skin, which was a sign of triggering their ethereal instincts!

"Oh no!" Liu Jing's voice was urgent, like the beat of a drum, condensed into a beam through her ultimate control of the purification power, precisely reaching Lu Yu and the others' ears. "The executor's aura has leaked in, stimulating them. Many of them are about to trigger their ethereal instincts!"

Su Wan was startled. Just then, the glass partition where she was located disappeared. Upon hearing this, she immediately stepped out.

But as soon as she took a step, the space in front of her suddenly distorted. The students who were clearly close at hand seemed to be separated by countless layers of swaying mirrors. The faster she ran, the further away she got from her target... The spatial illusion had not yet been broken, and this invisible barrier locked her in, making it impossible for her to move an inch.

Lu Yu's heart was burning with anxiety, but he forced himself to calm down. He knew that finding the core of the formation was the most important thing right now. The more flustered he became, the more likely he was to make mistakes. He could only calm down and let the power of the formation spread quietly along the ground, trying to find the key to breaking the deadlock.

"I can't get through!" Su Wan's eyes reddened with anxiety, large tears welling up in her eyes, and the spiritual silver light at her fingertips surged instantly.

She dared not hesitate for a moment. Her spiritual power at the 2-star Condensation Realm transformed into a soft silver mist, like melting moonlight, spreading out along the spatial crevices, deliberately amplifying the scope of the soothing effect.

Fortunately, the essence of the Path of Spiritual Communication is communication and empathy. It will never stimulate the ethereal spirits like the power of purification or the power of reality. Instead, it can penetrate along with the aura. This is the only way to break the deadlock at this moment.

The silver mist first enveloped the boy who was closest to him. The boy was unconsciously opening his mouth wide, making a soft cracking sound as he clenched his teeth. The light mist on his neck had already condensed into thin strands.

Where the silver light passed, the light mist slowly dissipated like snow meeting the warm sun. The boy's empty eyes gradually focused, but his body trembled uncontrollably, his face as white as paper, and he choked out with a sob, "I...I think I wanted to bite someone just now..."

Su Wan bit her lower lip until it turned white. Silver mist trembled violently around her, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead down her chin, splashing onto the ground and spreading into tiny water stains.

The wide-range output of spiritual power was far more costly than imagined. What was even more deadly was that the special nature of the Path of Spiritual Communication allowed her to perceive the inner emotions of countless people at the same time. These chaotic emotions surged into her sea of ​​consciousness like a tide, and the mental load was so great that her vision went black. The brightness of the silver light also began to flicker, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Liu Jing had already broken into her cubicle and was eager to get closer to Su Wan, but every time she took a step forward, it was as if she had hit an invisible wall and was bounced back to her original position by a spatial illusion.

"Take four steps forward, then 30 degrees to the left, avoiding the reflection zone of the third mirror; take five more steps forward, using the angle of refraction of the fog to cut in!"

Chen Mo's voice suddenly pierced through the noise of the illusion and accurately reached Liu Jing's ears.

The sharp lines in his eyes burned like gold as he fixed his gaze on the intersection of fog, mirror, and glass. His fingers moved rapidly through the air, his speech as fast as a machine gun, yet every word was precise: "Fog refractive index 1.37, mirror reflection angle 45 degrees... That's right, follow this route!"

His insightful understanding had already revealed the core of the illusion's layout. It wasn't a simple visual deception, but a triple refraction trap formed by fog, mirrors, and glass. As long as the critical point of folding and reflection was found, the true path could be calculated.

Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Jing quickly moved along the route given by Chen Mo.

With precise steps, she avoided the distorted light and shadow, the air beneath her feet shifting from stagnant to flowing smoothly. She passed through the invisible barrier and instantly arrived beside Su Wan. The purifying power at her fingertips condensed into a fine golden stream, flowing slowly into Su Wan's body like a silken thread. Her voice was extremely low: "Don't panic. You can use my energy to stay calm."

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The purifying power of the Transformation Realm was gentle yet profound, but Liu Jing compressed it to the extreme, only daring to flow slowly along Su Wan's meridians.

She feared that too much energy would stimulate the ethereal teachers and students around her who had not yet undergone mutation, so she could only replenish it in the most restrained way.

The aura of purification intertwined with the psychic silver light, forming a faint barrier that protected Su Wan from her swaying precarious state. However, both of their breathing became increasingly heavy. Su Wan was only at the nascent stage of the second-level Great Dao, and to cover such a large area with psychic soothing while also enduring the emotional impact of so many people, Liu Jing couldn't imagine the immense pressure she was under.

Su Wan gritted her teeth and stubbornly held on. She absorbed Liu Jing's energy like a bottomless pit, but she still refused to give up on any student who was about to undergo a mutation.

Su Wan's face grew paler and paler, her lips cracked and dry. Liu Jing felt a pang of heartache and whispered comfortingly, "Hang in there a little longer. Lu Yu and the others are searching for the array's core; they'll break the illusion soon."

Just then, two more students simultaneously showed signs of becoming ethereal. A light mist emerged from behind their ears, their eyes glazed over, and their fingers began to curl unconsciously, as if trying to grab some prey.

Su Wan gritted her teeth and activated the last bit of spiritual power in her body. The silver mist surged again, barely enveloping the two of them.

"puff--"

Su Wan coughed up a mouthful of pale pink blood, which splattered onto the ground in front of her, a shocking sight. The silver light around her dimmed instantly, and she could no longer hold on, her body slumping softly into Liu Jing's arms.

Liu Jing quickly caught her, feeling the faint breathing of the person in her arms. Her eyes turned serious as she looked at the increasing number of teachers and students who were acting strangely. A layer of cold sweat had broken out on her back.

The illusionary space distorted even more violently, with countless overlapping human figures reflected in the mirror, like countless ethereal spirits about to mutate spying on them. The cold aura of the executors continued to permeate, and an aura of despair surged in like a tide, almost drowning everyone.

Chen Mo's insight lines were still flashing rapidly, and Lu Yu's array power spread along the ground. But time waits for no one. More and more light mist rose from the students' necks. This race against time for redemption had been pushed to the edge of a cliff.