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

Smoke and dust swirled above the playground, and pale blue raindrops mixed with the dust fell, splashing up tiny droplets of water as they hit the broken steel bars, like a silent lament.

The lingering influence of Senior Li's groundbreaking achievements was still felt. The concrete walls of the gymnasium resembled ferocious fangs, and shards of glass from the laboratory building covered the running track, reflecting faint light that pierced through the smoke and dust. Every ray of light and shadow was like a scar etched on the earth, shocking to behold.

The remaining executors had long since dissipated in the sword energy and purification storm, which was comparable to the 9th-star perfect realm, leaving not even a trace of their illusory origin.

Several guardians were affected by the residual force, their arms bleeding, but they didn't bother to bandage them. They just gritted their teeth and cleared away the rubble of the collapsed building.

One of them was nearly pierced through the shoulder by flying cement and steel bars. He grimaced in pain, but only let out a muffled groan. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his back hand, and his hoarse voice was full of self-blame: "If only I could be stronger..." Before he could finish speaking, he was drowned out by heavy breathing. He bent down and continued to lift the broken beam, pulling out the students who were trapped underneath. His back was stubbornly tragic in the dust.

The watchmen were all in place, wearing reflective vests and setting up a cordon around the campus.

Old Chen, the watchman, held up a megaphone, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, each word carrying a suppressed heaviness: "Dear residents, a sudden extreme weather event has triggered a building collapse. For your safety, please evacuate immediately! Official announcements will follow. Please do not linger!"

He maintained a professional composure on his face, but his eyes betrayed his weariness and heaviness.

No one knows better than them what kind of protection, costing lives, lies behind this "collapse."

The Shouzhen Bureau support team rushed over with medical kits, rows of blue amnesia potions gleaming coldly in the dim light. This was a massive undertaking; nearly ten thousand teachers and students were still fast asleep in the center of the playground, some having just emerged from their misty cocoons, their chests gradually calming down.

The medical staff of the Shouzhen Bureau carefully injected the amnesia potion into everyone. The moment the needle pierced the skin, those memories of illusions, spirits, and battles would be completely erased, leaving only a vague "nightmare" and inexplicable fatigue.

"Be quiet, we're out of the healing potion, don't wake them."

Shen Che stood aside giving instructions. His black outfit was covered in dust and blood, and his wounds were still bleeding, but his back remained straight.

His gaze was as deep as a still pool, sweeping over the sleeping teachers and students on the ground, before settling on the hunched white figure in the center of the playground. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, but in the end, he only let out a heavy sigh before turning back to continue his instructions: "The residents on the outskirts will be evacuated under the guidance of the Watchers, so as not to make any mistakes."

In the center of the playground, Liu Jingjing lay quietly on the temporary white canvas.

Her moon-white dress was already stained with dust, and dark red bloodstains spread across the hem like solidified sunset. A tear in the hem revealed her withered calves, the skin loose and sagging like dehydrated tree bark.

His long, jet-black hair had turned completely white, sparsely plastered to his scalp, a few strands of hair stuck to his deeply furrowed forehead by sweat, his once smiling eyes were now tightly closed, his eye sockets sunken, with only a thin layer of skin covering his bones, his lips were cracked and bleeding, and his breathing was almost imperceptible.

There was no final burst of energy, no dying words. The golden light surrounding her completely dissipated, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood, the last warmth of the purifying Dao, which could no longer warm her withered body.

The coldness of the Great Dao's rules was fully revealed at this moment. She sacrificed her essence, lifespan, and soul to bring peace to a city, but she could never regain her youth and vitality.

Zhao Lei squatted not far away, his knees slamming heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

This fearless "war god" was trembling all over. He wanted to rush up and call out "Teacher Liu," but his feet felt like they were made of lead, afraid that his clumsy movements would shatter this fragile life.

He slammed his fist into the broken wall beside him, sending brick fragments flying. The wound on his arm reopened, and blood mingled with tears as he roared, his voice trembling with sobs: "Why! Why does Teacher Liu have to sacrifice so much! If I were a little stronger, I could have taken it all for you!"

Su Wan knelt beside Liu Jing, the silver light of her spiritual connection flickering faintly at her fingertips as she carefully brushed it across Liu Jing's withered wrist. The moment the silver light touched her skin, her body trembled violently, and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks, leaving tiny damp patches on the canvas.

Her spiritual power allowed her to clearly perceive that Liu Jing's life force was like a candle flickering in the wind, and the source of the Purifying Dao had long since dissipated, leaving only a faint obsession, as if it were guarding something.

"Teacher Liu..." Her voice was as soft as a feather, choked with uncontrollable sobs, "You clearly said that you would personally escort us into the college entrance examination hall, and watch us receive our admission notices..."

Chen Mo stood in the shadows, his hands clenched into fists, his fingertips digging into his palms until blood seeped out. His perception lines had long since dimmed, his vision blurred to the point where he couldn't make out Liu Jing's features, yet with the remaining power of his perception, he could clearly "see" the resolute determination in her sacrifice—

I saw her black hair turn white, I saw her skin become withered, I saw her life essence and lifespan burning away.

This usually calm and rational young man was now trembling slightly, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with hot cotton, unable to utter a complete sentence. His pride wouldn't allow him to shed tears, but the redness in his eyes betrayed the surging emotions within him—heartache, resentment, and anger at his own powerlessness.

After arranging the finishing touches, Shen Che slowly walked to Liu Jing's side and bent down to gently tidy the stray hairs on her forehead. His movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure. His face was expressionless, but the sadness and guilt in his eyes were overwhelming.

As a person in charge of the Zhongzhou branch of the Shouzhen Bureau, he was unable to prevent this sacrifice and could only silently shoulder everything that followed. This silent weight made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Lu Yu did not step forward.

He stood under the sycamore tree at the edge of the playground, looking at that hunched white figure, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Liu Jing's image kept overlapping in his mind—her dashing figure wielding a sword to cut down the executor in the repair shop, her unwavering gentleness in protecting her students in the illusion, her resolute chanting of forbidden incantations during the sacrifice, and finally, her withered and powerless appearance at this moment.

All those past admonitions, protections, and expectations now feel like sharp needles, piercing his heart with pain.

He turned abruptly and stumbled into a deserted corner behind the teaching building. The corner was filled with broken desks and chairs, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the cracked windows, illuminating the swirling dust.

Lu Yu slid down against the cold wall, his hands clenched tightly in his palms, the pale golden power of reality and the blue-green power of the array overflowing uncontrollably...

He needed to find answers, to find a glimmer of hope!

With a thought, the energy around him suddenly contracted, and his consciousness was pulled by a familiar force, instantly sinking into the hub of myriad paths.

The sea of ​​light continues to flow, the 9999-step starlight staircase extends beneath your feet, and the Rubik's Cube compass floats in the sky.

After advancing in the Dao of Arrays, he could clearly perceive the more complex patterns on the Rubik's Cube Compass, and some previously obscure array principles were now as clear as patterns on his palm.

But he had no interest in exploring further, and only followed his heart's desire, speeding towards the Temple of the Wind Queen...