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

The space at the three o'clock position had long been twisted into a bizarre vortex, with cracks opening and closing intermittently under the tearing of illusory energy, and tiny fragments of space falling like sharp blades at the edges.

The surrounding illusionary background fluctuated violently, sometimes reflecting indulgent smiling faces, sometimes flashing distorted shadows.

Zhao Lei stood protectively in front of Su Wan like an iron tower, his muscles taut enough to snap steel bars. His broad hands pressed firmly against Su Wan's shoulders, his right hand clenched into an iron fist. His gaze was fixed on the illusory fluctuations around the crack, ready to pull Su Wan back at the slightest sign of abnormality. His breathing was heavy yet steady, as he vowed to shield her from all danger.

Su Wan sat cross-legged, her body radiating a spiritual silver light that surged like moonlight. Countless fine silver threads, as thin as hair, stretched outwards, gently wrapping around the dazed classmates near the crack. Wherever the silver threads touched, the students' tense brows slowly relaxed, they unconsciously murmured the names of their loved ones, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in their eyes.

Every memory is precious...

Her voice was as soft as a feather, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead down her chin, but the silver light grew stronger. Her spiritual power, like a fine spider web, gently enveloped the consciousness of dozens of students, isolating them from the violent energy surges at the crack.

Chen Mo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the vertical lines of insight in his eyes burned like gold, sweeping across every moment the crack opened and closed.

His fingertips flew through the air, tracing the frequency of the cracks opening and closing, the peak values ​​of energy fluctuations, and the flow of illusory energy. Countless data collided and calculated in his mind, revealing patterns that ordinary people could not fathom even after a lifetime of study.

After every three contractions, the rift will expand for a maximum of 2.4793 seconds, and the illusory energy will briefly drop during the expansion, which is the perfect opportunity to break the deadlock!

"Now!"

He uttered a low shout, and a pale golden Sanskrit mark materialized at his fingertips, shooting towards the core of the crack like an arrow: "All forms are not forms, dispel illusions to see the truth; cause and effect are revealed, flaws will naturally appear!"

The mark of dispelling delusion and seeing the truth was nailed to the center of the crack, instantly bursting out with dazzling light, clearly outlining the contours of the crack, illuminating the weak points, and even revealing the physical manifestation of the energy flow.

"Purify the area, activate!"

Liu Jing's shout was like a thunderclap. The peach wood hairpin suddenly hummed, and golden light surged as its patterns flowed. She lightly brushed the hairpin with her fingertips, and a long sword as white as moonlight appeared out of thin air, the scent of sandalwood spreading with the sword's movement. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure darted towards the crack like a swallow. With a flick of her wrist, the long sword drew a graceful arc, and the purification field instantly spread out, enveloping the crack like a gentle light curtain, yet precisely avoiding the surrounding students without touching them in the slightest.

Within the domain, the illusory energy began to melt away like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, and the spatial fragments at the edge of the cracks also became docile.

"The profound origin of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi! Through countless eons of cultivation, I have attained my divine power—the Purification Seal!"

She uttered a clear shout, and three yellow talismans condensed from her fingertips, instantly unfolding in the air. The cinnabar runes seemed to come alive, emitting a "buzzing" sound, transforming into three golden light trails that intertwined in the air to form a magic array, carrying a world-destroying, destructive power, and slammed fiercely into the crack.

The golden light exploded, the crack was forcibly torn three times wider, the illusory energy receded like a tide, and the aura of the real world surged in through the crack.

But she was still not at ease, and swung her longsword repeatedly, golden sword lights pouring down like the Milky Way. Each strike precisely hit the edge of the crack, tearing the crack even wider.

"My turn!"

Lu Yu stepped forward, the power of the two paths intertwining and boiling in his palm.

The pale golden power of reality, like a warm shield, instantly enveloped the inside of the crack, firmly fixing the surging spatial turbulence and forming a stable passage; the blue array patterns spread along his fingertips, wrapping around the illusory veins around the crack like a living spider web.

With his eyes closed, he rapidly calculated in his mind: the flow pattern of the illusionary veins perfectly matched the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams array taught by Feng Hou. By simply reversing three core nodes, he could temporarily paralyze the illusionary veins at the cracks, preventing them from closing!

"Following the order of the formation, reverse illusion!"

Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his fingertips precisely pointing at three virtual nodes on the edge of the crack. The blue-green array patterns instantly went berserk, flowing upstream along the illusion's veins, violently colliding with the original flow direction, emitting a "sizzling" energy explosion.

The instant the meridian reversal was completed, a surge of pure array energy flowed into his body through the crack, and the azure-blue light surrounding Lu Yu surged dramatically—

"The Great Dao of Array Formation - Form Condensation Realm." An ancient consciousness crashed into his mind like a brand, not like an external indoctrination, but more like the awakening of a dormant origin.

Lu Yu's array path has officially advanced to the 2-star Condensation Realm!

"Rush!"

At Lu Yu's command, he stepped into the passage first. The power of truth and the power of the array intertwined to form a barrier, protecting the space in front of him.

Zhao Lei immediately grabbed Su Wan and followed closely behind, while Su Wan's spiritual silver light continued to soothe the last few students.

Chen Mo's insightful vertical lines swept across the passage, ensuring there were no traps, and then he followed closely behind.

Liu Jing swung her longsword horizontally, the golden sword energy sweeping away the remaining illusory energy to cover the rear.

The spatial turbulence within the passage was firmly suppressed by the power of reality, and the light bridge beneath their feet remained as stable as solid ground.

The moment everyone passed through the passage, the illusory buzzing in their ears suddenly disappeared, their consciousness returned to their bodies, and their vision was obscured by a misty cocoon.

With a wave of their hands, the group emerged from their cocoons, but the sight before them caused everyone's pupils to shrink in shock.

On the playground, nearly ten thousand misty cocoons covered the ground, like dusty amber. Some cocoons had a faint glow on their walls, with the teachers and students inside having their eyes closed and tiny points of light shining between their brows; others were gray and dull, with the people inside already lifeless, becoming empty shells drained dry.

Outside the cocoon swarm, Shen Che led the Guardians in a fierce battle against several Executors. The shadowy figures of the Hunters and the illusory energy of the Executors collided, sparks flying everywhere.

An executor covered in silver-white scales shot out a cold beam of light from the vertical slit between his eyebrows, instantly piercing through the barrier formed by the two guardians using the power of the Great Dao. The two groaned and flew backward, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Another liquid executor transformed into a black streak, silently wrapping around the limbs of a Guardian of Truth. The person was instantly corroded by the illusory energy, and signs of corrosion began to appear on their skin.

In the center of the playground, a huge cloud of gray mist floated in mid-air. It was the high-level executor. Its pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down, causing everyone's power of the Great Dao to stagnate. The guardians were defeated one after another and had fallen into a desperate situation.

"The Executors!" Zhao Lei's eyes widened in fury, and he clenched his fists, ready to charge forward. "They're attacking the Guardians!"

Su Wan looked at the misty cocoons covering the ground, her voice trembling, "Those classmates... are still trapped inside!"