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

On the playground of Zhongzhou No. 11 Middle School, the athletes who had just crossed the finish line were still in the swinging arm position. The teachers and students in the stands froze one after another like dominoes, like sculptures whose souls had been taken away, frozen motionless in the last moment of vividness.

The entire playground has become a wasteland of sculptures, with only deathly silence spreading in the air.

The next second, the fog, like a burst dam, poured down, its pungent, sticky substance dripping down. In three seconds, it swept over the steps of the stands; in five seconds, it swallowed the outline of the teaching building; and the world ten meters away was completely engulfed in a white, chaotic void.

The teachers and students had their eyes closed and their breathing was eerily even, like puppets whose souls had been taken away. They let the thick fog seep over their clothes and hair, forming a thin film of water on the ground, shimmering with a very faint gray light and exuding an unnatural chill.

"Emergency Alert! A Level A False Energy Outburst Has Been Detected at Zhongzhou No. 11 Middle School!"

The alarm at the Shouzhen Bureau's underground base pierced the deathly silence, and red warning lights flashed wildly.

"Everyone, move out!"

Shen Che's voice was sharp as a knife. Before he finished speaking, he had already gripped the short blade at his waist. The shadows of the Shadow Hunting Avenue flowed beneath his feet, and the red light locked in his eyes burned like torches, like two clusters of fire burning in the darkness.

Senior Li followed closely behind, his rune-inscribed longsword slung across his back, its crimson scabbard gleaming coldly. The pressure emanating from him caused the air to tremble slightly. Several Guardians filed out, their aura of the Great Dao concealed like a ferocious beast gathering its strength, and sped towards the school.

Director Qin Mu went to Yanjing for a meeting, and the safety of Zhongzhou rested entirely on their shoulders.

Meanwhile, the Watchers lurking in various parts of Zhongzhou City also gradually gathered around the school.

Old Chen, the watchman, held up a megaphone, his loud voice so clear it drowned out the sound of the mist:

"Dear residents, urgent notice! The school is currently hosting the 'National Middle School Orienteering Finals.' This fog is a professional smoke simulation device designed to test the participants' orientation abilities!"

"Is this fog at midday? Are you kidding me!" A resident peered over the fence of the residential compound, his eyes full of curiosity.

The young Watcher immediately produced a document stamped with a fake official seal, speaking with an air of authority: "Signal is completely blocked to prevent players from cheating using navigation! Taking photos that infringe on copyright will result in a 100,000 yuan fine—this was just announced by the official team!"

A watchman in a reflective vest stopped the car in the distance, patted the hood, and shouted, "There's a burst water pipe up ahead! Please take another route!"

The absurd reasons, coupled with the seemingly serious identification, made most of the residents mutter, "Students are really going all out in competitions these days," and they retreated while cursing. A few skeptics were "persuaded one-on-one" by the watchmen and were firmly stopped outside the safety line a hundred meters away.

Old Chen wiped the sweat from his brow and lowered his voice into the communicator: "The perimeter is under control. Where are the people from the Shouzhen Bureau?"

Three black SUVs screeched to a halt at the school gate. The moment the doors opened, Shen Che leaped out first, followed closely by the shadowy Hunter, his eyes fixed on the fog with a red glow. Senior Li drew his sword, the crimson blade slicing through the air, and the Guardians instantly formed a formation, their movements so synchronized they needed no words.

"The detector has malfunctioned!" The technical team stared at the screen filled with jumbled text. "Life signals and phantom traces are all blocked!"

The moment Shen Che's fingertips touched the mist, the Shadow Hunter's aura tightened abruptly. The mist writhed like a living thing, its tiny tentacles seemingly trying to pierce through his pores. The red light of the Shadow Hunter was repelled as soon as it entered, and a metallic taste rose in his throat—this mist could actually suppress the power of the Great Dao.

"It's an extension of a high-level executor's domain." Senior Li's blade flashed through the mist, the cut instantly closing, most of the runic power being devoured. "Breaking the mist means breaking the domain. Nearly ten thousand teachers and students are here; if the Great Dao leaks out, it will inevitably trigger a riot of ethereal spirits, with unimaginable consequences."

"A high-level executor?" Shen Che's pupils contracted sharply, his Adam's apple tightened. "A target of this caliber has never appeared in Zhongzhou before. What is its purpose in coming here?"

He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, his fingertips pressed against the communicator, his voice terrifyingly calm: "Proceed according to plan. Everyone conceal your aura; no one is allowed to unleash the power of the Great Dao without authorization!"

The guardians of truth acted in unison.

Kobayashi closed his eyes and concentrated, a faint green light emanating from the top of his head. "There are dense life forms fifty meters to the left front. There are no obvious signs of a disturbance, but the sensation is very weak, as if it is enveloped by something."

A shimmering white ball of light condensed in Xiao Song's palm. The light was soft yet firm. "It can dispel dense fog within a ten-meter radius, but it consumes a great deal of energy and can only last for a maximum of half an hour."

Old Zhang raised his hand and conjured a light brown barrier, protecting the team in the middle. "My barrier can barely withstand energy erosion, but it won't last long."

Shen Che and Senior Li stood one in front of the other, their shadowy figures and runic blades intertwining to block out the murderous intent lurking in the fog.

In the thick fog, the shimmering white orbs of light guided the way like stars, each step feeling like walking on thin ice. The fog grew increasingly sticky, and illusory energy seeped into the meridians through the skin, sluggishly circulating the power of the Great Dao. Faint whispers occasionally reached the ears, faint yet unsettling, making one's heart tighten.

Deep within the fog, several dark figures wriggled indistinctly, their shapes varying in size, occasionally leaking out a stench that made the air even more viscous.

Shen Che's eyes blazed with red light as he pushed the Shadow Hunting Dao to its limit. The black shadows spread out like a spider web to search, but he couldn't find even a clear trace of them.

Senior Li's longsword trembled slightly, the runes on the blade resonating with a warning, "It's observing us, like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to make a move."

Outside the cordon, a few residents hadn't gone far, tiptoeing and peering inside, muttering, "This fog is so eerie," and "What on earth is going on in there?"

The Watchers held on desperately, their faces maintaining professional fake smiles, but their palms were covered in cold sweat—they could fool the residents, but they couldn't fool themselves; lurking in the fog were ethereal executors who could easily take everyone's lives.

Within the thick fog, the biting pressure suddenly surged, becoming several times stronger than before. The Dao of all the Guardians trembled, and fine cracks appeared on Old Zhang's defensive barrier. The fog churned wildly, and the outline of the black shadow became clearer and clearer, like a flowing blob of ink, carrying an aura of world-destroying destruction, slowly approaching them.

Shen Che gripped his short blade tightly, the shadows of the Shadow Hunter Avenue swelling beneath his feet, his eyes burning with an intense red light: "All personnel on alert! Senior Li, cover the rear! I'll lead the charge! No matter what, we must find the school's teachers and students!"

Senior Li gripped his longsword horizontally, the crimson blade expanding three feet in length, runes gleaming brightly: "Go without worry, I'll hold it off!"

Though the halo of the white orb in the thick fog was weak, it was like an inextinguishable flame. The figures of the Guardians appeared and disappeared in the fog, each step treading on the edge of life and death.

They didn't know what awaited them ahead, nor whether they could break through the deadly fog, yet driven by their belief in protecting all living beings, they persevered through the chaos.

This fog-shrouded crisis is no longer a simple mission, but a life-or-death redemption.