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

"Are there humans colluding with you?"

Senior Li's voice was as deep as thunder, and his gaze swept across the battlefield, landing on the dark red, illusory aura that soared into the sky in the distance.

The aura was as thick as ink, carrying a primordial level of oppression, even darkening the air, as if an ancient ferocious beast had awakened deep within the mist.

The gray fog churned violently, and a voice exploded directly into everyone's minds: "A human once told me that there is a treasure here that can contain the energy of evolution."

Lu Yu knelt on the ground, his blue-green energy flashing wildly. Sweat streamed down his forehead and into his eyes, making them sting.

Even with the power of the Dao of Array Formation at its peak, the underlying framework of the "Worry-Free Wonderland" before him was like an impenetrable wall. The energy veins connected to the high-level executor's body were like countless venomous snakes coiling around him, impossible to sever.

The previous attempts to break through the illusions were merely within illusions nested within illusions, making the foundation of the array inherently unstable. The cracking of the "Worry-Free Wonderland" illusion was achieved with the right timing, location, and people. However, now that the gray mist's strength has surged by 30%, the underlying illusion, which carries the consciousness of nearly ten thousand teachers and students, is so solid that it makes him feel powerless.

He watched as the teachers and students in the misty cocoon gradually lost their breath, watched Zhao Lei lying on the ground convulsing in pain, watched Chen Mo covering his bleeding eyes and unable to get up, watched Su Wan's spiritual silver light so weak that it might go out at any moment, and an unprecedented sense of insignificance welled up in his heart.

The urge to become stronger burned like wildfire throughout his body, almost overwhelming his reason—

If he were a little stronger, could he have protected these people?

Despair washed over the battlefield like a tidal wave.

The Guardians squad was already in complete disarray. Two members had their chests pierced by the beams of the Silver Scale Executors and fell to the ground lifeless. The Guardians entangled by the Liquid Executors were having their skin corroded at a visible rate, emitting mournful screams. The remaining members were barely holding on by the broken barrier, each of them covered in wounds and their breaths as faint as candles in the wind.

On the playground, more and more of the misty cocoons turned gray and dull, the chests of the teachers and students inside no longer rising and falling, becoming empty shells drained dry. The patterns on the cocoon walls solidified like dead ink, exuding an indescribable eeriness against the backdrop of the gray mist.

Outside the school, where the illusory aura spread, more and more passersby had mist rising from their necks and empty eyes. The area affected by the illusory transformation was expanding at a terrifying speed, and faint roars could be heard, like a death knell.

What's even more suffocating is that the dark red aura of illusion soaring into the sky in the distance actually exudes the pure power of the origin of illusion! It is a power that is more ancient and terrifying than that of a high-level executor, as if it can devour all the reality in the world. Even the surging aura around Senior Li was slightly suppressed by this power.

The situation couldn't get any worse.

Senior Li turned to look at everyone, his tone calm and utterly unwavering: "I'm about to draw my sword."

Shen Che shuddered, his eyes filled with utmost respect as he looked at Senior Li. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only gripped the short blade in his hand tighter—

He knew what Senior Li's sword meant: it was a power that could cleave everything, but it also meant that it could not take care of lives as insignificant as ants.

"But I might not be able to protect those teachers and students." Senior Li's next words struck everyone like a heavy hammer.

Liu Jing's gaze swept over the misty cocoons covering the ground, over the teachers and students who were still breathing weakly. Her eyes were as complex as crushed starlight, containing pain, determination, and a trace of unwillingness.

The other guardians also fell silent, their eyes filled with respect mixed with regret for their own incompetence as they looked at Senior Li.

Senior Li said no more, his fingertips lightly brushing against the long sword.

The blade suddenly hummed, the runes seemed to come alive and flowed, and crimson light spread along the patterns, making his figure appear intensely red.

His movements were extremely slow. Raising his hand, gripping the knife, and holding it above his head, each movement carried the weight of heaven and earth, yet his aura was rising wildly, like a volcano dormant for millennia about to erupt.

The air began to distort, the illusory energy on the playground was forcibly compressed, the vertical slit between the brows of the Silver Scale Executors stopped flashing, and the flowing traces of the Liquid Executors ceased their writhing. The Executors were emotionless, yet they all subconsciously retreated, their bodies trembling slightly... A death intuition, originating from instinct, firmly enveloped their hearts.

The gray mist churned more and more violently. It had been able to barely suppress Shen Che and Liu Jing, the two guardians of the Transformation Realm, with its mere pressure, but now it felt an unprecedented terror.

The power emanating from Senior Li seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth and severing the rules, making it instinctively want to escape.

"Stop!"

The gray mist's voice exploded in everyone's minds, filled with an unusual panic: "I promise I won't harm anyone here. I'll leave on my own after I've evolved!"

Senior Li ignored him, raising his longsword even higher. Crimson energy overflowed from the blade, gradually condensing into the phantom of an ancient giant axe. The axe blade gleamed with a cold light capable of tearing through illusions, even cleaving the air with fine cracks.

"You can't withstand that kind of power!"

The gray mist tried to persuade her, its tone urgent, "This power will backfire on your very essence!"

"open--"

Senior Li's voice was deep and rumbling like thunder, and a huge divine figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by chaotic energy. Its muscles bulged like mountains. Although its face was not visible, it exuded a magnificent aura that seemed to cleave the world apart with a mere wave of its hand.

The surging energy around the divine figure caused even the distant illusory origin energy to pause slightly.

"I'm about to complete my evolution!"

The gray mist panicked completely, its voice even carrying a human-like pleading tone, "After evolving, I can help you fight against the Primordial Ruins! I swear I will never harm a single human again!"

"sky--"

Senior Li's gaze locked onto the gray mist, and the divine figure slowly raised its head. The chaotic air currents surged even more violently, and the light of the giant axe phantom almost pierced the sky.

"Stop!"

Seeing that pleas were useless, Gray Mist instantly switched to threats, his voice icy and chilling, "If you kill me, the remaining thousands of people will all die! Their consciousness is connected to mine; if I die, their souls will instantly dissipate, and no one can save them!"

Senior Li's body trembled violently, his arm holding the knife swayed slightly, and the divine figure behind him also fluctuated violently, causing the chaotic energy to become disordered and almost dissipate.

He could disregard the backlash he would suffer, and he could cleave through high-level executors, but he truly did not want those thousands of innocent lives to perish in this battle…

Even though he knew there would be such consequences.

As Liu Jing watched this scene, her gaze slowly swept over the struggling guardians and the dying teachers and students, finally landing on Lu Yu, who was still gritting his teeth and urging the power of the array to try to sever the connection between the gray mist and the teachers and students. His face was as pale as paper, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the blue array patterns had dimmed considerably, clearly indicating that he was at his last gasp.

"Lu Yu, you should take a rest."

Liu Jing's voice was calm and undisturbed, yet it carried an undeniable resolve.

She turned to look at the guardians around her and stretched out her hand: "Give me all the Spirit-Soothing Liquid on your bodies later."

The guardians were taken aback, not realizing what was going to happen, but they still took out the Spirit-Soothing Liquid from their waists, preparing to throw it at Liu Jing.

She turned to look at Senior Li. Shenying was still barely maintaining his posture, while cold sweat beaded on Senior Li's forehead, clearly indicating that he could no longer suppress his inner turmoil.

"Senior Li, don't worry."

Liu Jing's voice remained calm, yet it possessed a reassuring power: "I won't let anything happen to these teachers and students."

As soon as she finished speaking, a gentle yet powerful energy began to slowly gather around her.