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

Old Zhou approached step by step, wrench in hand. The energy around him surged like boiling magma. Crimson and clarity intertwined in his pupils, like a ferocious beast that had broken free from the shackles of instinct but retained its sanity.

The wrench twirled in his hand, its rust scraping through the air with a sharp, whistling sound. With each step, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, as if even the earth itself feared this out-of-control yet lucid being—

ethereal!

"Are you a phantom?! Or an executor?!" the leader roared, his black robes billowing in the energy currents, his eyes filled with extreme panic and obsession.

"Stop him! He's not human! He's going to ruin our journey home and keep us imprisoned in this false cage!"

The believers, like oil drums that had been set ablaze, charged forward fearlessly.

Their eyes were filled with an obsession with the "real world," and even with blood streaming from their shoulders and broken bones, they still roared and charged forward!

They've had enough of this crisis-ridden world where family ties are fake. The thought of the "real world" is their only remaining support. Now that the hope of returning home is within reach, they are unwilling to give up, even if it means being shattered to pieces.

The dull thud of a wrench being swung, the crisp sound of bones breaking, and the roars of believers echoed and reverberated in the old courtyard.

Old Zhou's work clothes were soaked in blood, and the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, but his eyes were still sharp as knives. Every strike was precise, hitting the cultist's joints or weak points in his weapon. It was not fatal, but it could instantly dismantle the opponent's fighting ability.

Broken iron bars, rolling daggers, and the staggering figures of cultists piled up in the dark red, illusory aura, while the energy fluctuations coming from the direction of the school in the distance grew stronger and stronger, echoing the aura of the old house, like two thunderbolts about to collide, foreshadowing an even greater storm.

On campus, Shen Che's team had already engaged in a fierce battle with the Executors who had returned to the playground, making the already fragile illusion space even more turbulent.

Against the backdrop of "Worry-Free Wonderland," ripples rise and fall like water, and spatial rifts sometimes tear open with a hideous gash, only to close instantly, leaving behind a fleeting glimpse of cold light.

The pale gold bracelets on Lu Yu and the others' wrists had dropped to less than 30 points. The fluctuating numbers were like a death knell, making everyone's hearts pound with anxiety.

"The fifth illusion from the left! A student is pulling out memories of their time with their mother, and their points are skyrocketing!"

Zhao Lei's voice was filled with rapid breathing. He was like a gust of wind shuttling between nested miniature illusions. His clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his back. The air currents he created as he ran stirred up the surrounding illusory mist.

"The eyes of the three people in the illusion on the right are vacant! Something is moving beneath their skin; they're about to become ethereal!"

His feet were numb from running, and a metallic taste filled his throat, but he still didn't stop. Every report he gave was accurate, with precise location and details, making him a tireless "mobile scout."

Su Wan moved between various small illusions, her body enveloped in a soft, moonlit silver light.

With her eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed, her spiritual power transformed into countless fine silver threads, gently wrapping around the classmates who were about to sacrifice their emotions. The moment the silver threads touched their skin, they brought a cool, soothing sensation. Their tense shoulders slowly relaxed, a glimmer of clarity flashed in their empty eyes, their hands, which had been suspended in mid-air, paused, and soft murmurs unconsciously escaped their lips, as if they had recalled some precious fragment of memory.

"Don't give up...and never forget..."

Her voice was as light as a feather, yet it carried the power to pierce through illusion, entering everyone's mind through the psychic silver thread: "Those memories that made you cry, those memories that you can never forget, are all important imprints in your life."

The silver threads trembled all over her body, cold sweat dripped from her forehead and down her chin. Her face was pale from exhaustion, but she still stubbornly extended the silver threads to every corner that needed redemption.

Liu Jing's figure moved through the illusion, her moon-white skirt gliding through the void, her fingertips glowing with a purifying light.

This illusion contained countless independent smaller illusions, almost without interfering with each other. There was no need to worry about triggering a large-scale ethereal riot, so she could finally act freely.

Following Zhao Lei's report, she precisely injected the purifying power into the students who were about to undergo mutation. The illusory energy accumulated in their bodies melted away like ice and snow when it encountered the purifying light. The undulating texture under their skin gradually calmed down, and the emptiness in their eyes quickly faded, restoring the clarity that a young person should have.

As she unleashed the glimmer of light, she caught a glimpse of Lu Yu's composed profile, Chen Mo's wise eyes, Su Wan's determined back, and Zhao Lei's running figure out of the corner of her eye, and a hint of relief unconsciously welled up in her eyes.

Once upon a time, these children needed her to stand in front of them, but now they can stand side by side in danger, each displaying their own strength. This growth moves her more than any victory.

Chen Mo stood in the center of the illusion, his eyes scanning the vertical lines as bright as gold, moving over every area of ​​abnormal energy.

He rapidly traced his fingers in the air, marking the energy pathways and spatial rifts of the illusion in his mind. His voice was calm and composed: "The core pathways of the illusion are distributed in a network, with nested smaller illusions intertwined. Conventional methods cannot find a fixed array eye. However, there are continuous energy impacts outside the illusion, causing spatial rifts to appear in three areas. The rift at the three o'clock position is the most unstable, so be careful to avoid it."

Lu Yu stood with his eyes closed, the azure array patterns spreading beneath his feet like a living spiderweb, yet he couldn't lock onto the shifting array core. Zhao Lei's report and Chen Mo's analysis intertwined in his mind, and just as the spatial rift tore open again, a flash of inspiration struck like lightning—

Father, like son!

He had been trying to calculate the array's core within the illusion, but this illusion was inherently a nested, dynamic array; the core moved with the flow of energy, making it impossible to detect from within. Since that was the case, why not step outside the array and break through from the outside!

"Everyone, follow my orders!"

Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his voice rising abruptly, carrying an undeniable authority that instantly drowned out the faint sounds in the illusion.

"Chen Mo, use your insight to locate the crack at the three o'clock position and mark its weak points; Teacher Liu, use your purification power to dispel the illusory energy around the crack, widening it while protecting the students nearby; Zhao Lei, stay by Su Wan's side, she is severely depleted and cannot withstand any more impact; Su Wan, use your psychic power to soothe those near the crack, stabilizing their consciousness and preventing them from being stimulated by energy fluctuations!"

"I'll use the power of reality to stabilize the crack passage, then use the power of the array to reverse the illusory patterns at the crack, preventing it from closing. Once the crack is stable, we'll rush out together and break the array from the outside!"

The instructions were clear, the division of labor was well-defined, and not a single word was superfluous. Upon hearing this, everyone immediately sprang into action, their tacit understanding of fighting side by side was on full display at this moment.