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

The ancient stone door, engraved with Qimen Dunjia patterns, opened with a sound. Feng Hou still stood beside the tortoise shell, lightly tapping the ground with his animal bone scepter. The star patterns on the paulownia wood flickered slightly with the movement. The smell of pine smoke mixed with bronze rust wafted over, carrying the unique weight and chill of ancient array formations.

"You've arrived."

His voice was deep and resonant, like an ancient bell.

"Feng Hou-senpai!"

Lu Yu practically lunged at him, his knees slamming heavily onto the Xuanhuang stone floor with a dull thud. The dual power within his palms surged uncontrollably, and patterns of blue and pale gold light spread across the ground before dissipating. His voice trembled uncontrollably, still choked with sobs, and his words came out so fast they seemed to burst from his throat:

"Please! Is there any formation that can save Teacher Liu? To save us, she sacrificed her life essence, lifespan, and soul, triggering a forbidden spell to create a purifying storm. She might only have a breath left... Please, please think of something!"

He recounted the horrific events outside incoherently: Liu Jing's resolute transformation from black hair to white, her withered body, her breath so weak it was almost stagnant. Every detail was like a knife stabbing into his heart, causing him excruciating chest pain. Tears rolled down his cheeks without warning, landing on the Xuanhuang stone and instantly spreading a small wet patch.

Feng Hou slowly bent down, and the beast bone scepter drew a complex array pattern on the ground. The blue light flowed along the pattern, no longer desolate as before, but instead revealing a mysterious vitality, like a sleeping seed hidden under the frozen soil.

"The sacrifice of the Great Dao is irreversible—she used herself as fuel, burned her divine soul as fire, and drew forbidden spells as a storm. Her divine soul has long since become part of the power of purification, spreading into the rainwater of half of Zhongzhou City to nourish those lives corrupted by falsehood."

His voice was deeper than before, with a cold, hard quality like the clash of metal and stone. "But the sacrifice is not the destruction of the soul. Her soul will remain permanently on the Great Dao, coexisting with the power of purification. This is the glimmer of hope she gained through her sacrifice."

"In ancient times, there was a 'Soul Gathering and Body Refining Array' that could bind scattered souls and reshape physical bodies."

Feng Hou abruptly changed the subject, and the array patterns drawn on the scepter suddenly lit up. "In the past, when the Yellow Emperor fought Chi You, his general Xing Tian was beheaded, but his soul did not perish. The Yellow Emperor used Nine Heavens Mystic Jade as bones, Yaochi Immortal Water as blood, and Kunlun Spiritual Soil as flesh to reshape his body through this array, thus leaving behind the legend of Xing Tian's immortality. Liu Jing's soul is bound to the Great Dao, and is more stable than Xing Tian's soul aura, making her an excellent foundation for reshaping."

Lu Yu suddenly looked up, his eyes blurry with tears but filled with ecstatic joy. He grabbed Feng Hou's robe and eagerly asked, "Then Teacher Liu can do it too? What do you need? I'll find it for you! Even if it means going through fire and water!"

"Disaster."

Feng Hou shook his head, and the array patterns drawn by the scepter suddenly receded.

This formation requires three things as its foundation:

The first is the "Core of Purification," which requires deep extraction from the purest source of the Great Dao. If one is not careful, one will be devoured by the power of the Great Dao and one's soul will be scattered.

The second is the "Nine Heavens Breath Soil," which replenishes the deficiencies of the physical body. In the past, Nuwa used this to mend the sky and reshape all things. Now it has long disappeared from the world, or may only exist in ancient secret realms.

Thirdly, there is the "Power of the Perfected Array Dao," which drives the flow of arrays. This requires a thorough understanding of the origins of all arrays to accurately guide the fusion of soul energy and physical body; neither is dispensable.

He looked up at Lu Yu, his gaze as firm and unwavering as iron:

"I'm trapped here and unable to act personally. You're only at the Condensation Realm, not even qualified to activate an array. Even if you were to place the 'Core of Origin' and the 'Nine Heavens Breath Soil' before you now, you'd only be wasting this sliver of life, and might even completely destroy her soul!"

His elation was instantly extinguished. Lu Yu staggered back a step, his back slamming heavily against the paulownia wood, causing the star patterns on the wood to tremble slightly.

Feng Hou's words were like a heavy hammer, striking his pride hard, making him both hurt and awake—he was only thinking "I want to save them," but never considered "whether I can save them." Behind this urgency lay the helplessness of insufficient strength.

But he did not despair; Feng Hou said "not now," not "never."

"I can become stronger!"

He clenched his fists, the dual power in his palms suddenly surging, and the tears in his eyes were replaced by determination. "Five years, ten years, twenty years, I will definitely reach the Perfect Realm, I will definitely find the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, I will definitely break through the source of the Purification Great Dao! Teacher Liu can sacrifice for us, so I will fight to the death for her!"

Lu Yu turned around and ran wildly towards the Nuwa Temple.

The path of light shifted and surged beneath his feet, the red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple threads of light scorching his soles. Every step felt like stepping on a burning knife tip, causing him to tremble with pain, but it was nothing compared to the flame of hope burning in his heart.

The jade gate opened automatically before him, and Nuwa stood beneath the starry sky, the chaotic mist swirling around her like a veil. Her snake tail swept lightly across the warm white jade, producing a soft, rustling sound, carrying an unchanging sense of timelessness and clarity.

"You want to ask about Liu Jing's chances of survival." Nuwa didn't turn around, her tone calm yet accurately revealing his thoughts.

Lu Yu nodded, panting heavily, tears still clinging to his cheeks.

Nuwa slowly turned around, her palm gleaming with soft golden light, reflecting Lu Yu's face, his tears still wet but his eyes burning with passion. The golden light fell on his face, gentle and warm: "She truly did not perish."

"In the past, to save his disciple Xuandu, Laozi used the 'Great Dao Symbiosis Technique' to bind Xuandu's soul to the Great Dao of Morality. Although he lost his physical body, his soul remained intact. It was only after a thousand years that he was able to rebuild it by gathering the necessary materials. When Liu Jing offered her sacrifice, she drew the Purification Dao into her body. Although it was not intentional, it still achieved the effect of 'Great Dao Symbiosis.' As long as the Great Dao does not perish, she will have a chance to be resurrected."

"However, none of the three things mentioned by Feng Hou can be missing."

She paused, her tone becoming more serious: "More importantly, it's about how you grow. If you yearn to protect, you must possess the power to protect; if you want to resurrect her, you must shoulder this weight. This is both a test for you and an essential path to your growth, not something that can be accomplished overnight."

"Truth is never about escaping pain, but about finding direction within pain; it's not about praying for perfection, but about creating possibilities within imperfection. Truth is the birth of spring and the growth of summer, as well as the harvest of autumn and the storage of winter; it's the garden in full bloom, as well as the withering of flowers and leaves; it's the interdependence of life and death, as well as the separation of life and death."

Nuwa's voice flowed slowly, like an ancient river flowing through the ages, "Liu Jing's sacrifice was her choice, her 'truth.' And your mission is to carry on with this truth. Become stronger, find the lost items, and resurrect her—this is your 'truth.' But if you are only driven by momentary passion and lack unwavering determination, this hope will ultimately vanish like a bubble."

The sea of ​​light at the Hub of Myriad Paths began to fluctuate violently, and a powerful force pulled Lu Yu's consciousness outward. The confusion in his eyes completely vanished, leaving only an unprecedented determination.

When consciousness returned to his body, Lu Yu was still leaning against the cold wall, his tears already dried.

A faint commotion came from the direction of the playground, as teachers and students gradually awoke and left one by one under the guidance of the Watchers. Their memories had been erased by the forgetting potion, and their faces bore the bewilderment of someone who had survived a catastrophe, saying things like "So sleepy" and "I had a nightmare."

They didn't know who sacrificed their life for peace, nor did they know that a young man had already made a vow in his heart that would transcend the years.

Lu Yu slowly raised his hand, looking at the runes in his palm that were glowing faintly. The power of truth and the power of the array flowed quietly, but there was no longer the restlessness as before, only a heavy sense of hope and responsibility.