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

After the end of the semester, the winter break wind, still carrying a lingering chill, swept across the old town's blue bricks and gray tiles, swirling the fallen leaves in the alleyways.

Lu Yu, Su Wan, Zhao Lei, and Chen Mo walked side by side, the stone path beneath their feet glistening from the purification rain two months prior.

The wall surrounding the repair shop has been rebuilt. The newly laid bricks are a slightly brighter color, creating a stark contrast with the mottled old wall. The old light bulb at the entrance still droops, but the smell of engine oil is gone.

The old house next door was eerily quiet, and a new brass lock had been installed on the weathered front door. It was most likely Old Zhou who replaced it, but now he had vanished without a trace, disappearing once again as if he had evaporated into thin air.

"Go inside." Lu Yu raised his hand and pushed the wooden door, but the lock didn't budge.

Zhao Lei volunteered to squat down, Su Wan stepped on his shoulders, Chen Mo steadily supported her waist, and Lu Yu lifted Su Wan's ankles to help her up. The four of them moved in perfect unison and quickly climbed into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the distorted symbols carved by the fanatical cultists had been completely erased, and faint polishing marks remained on the walls.

The originally messy and mysterious magic array in the corner was deeply cut open by a piece of dark red metal fragment. The edges of the fragment gleamed with a faint runic luster, which was a fragment left over from Senior Li's broken runic longsword.

Faint traces of a fight could be seen on the ground. A few loose blue bricks, scattered stones in the corner, and half a broken wooden stick were remnants of the fierce battle between Old Zhou and the believers. However, Lu Yu and the others had no idea what kind of confrontation had taken place in the old house that day.

Su Wan raised her hand and released a psychic silver light, the silver threads spreading along the ground like a fine spider web: "There is real power here... and illusory aura, intertwined like two tightly twisted ropes..."

A sharp line of insight flashed in Chen Mo's eyes as he scanned every corner of the courtyard, from the broken pieces of wood in the corner to the cobwebs on the eaves, before finally shaking his head:

"There are no new energy fluctuations, only residual auras, and these auras are very mixed, with no valuable clues."

Zhao Lei clenched his fists and walked around the yard, but apart from the old traces, he found nothing useful.

Lu Yu's gaze fell on the corner of the east wing, where a pile of miscellaneous items was stacked. It had been ransacked last time and was still scattered. He walked over and rummaged through the pile of old clothes and odds and ends. Suddenly, his fingertips touched a rough piece of paper—the half-burnt letter, its edges charred black, as if still retaining the heat from when it was burned.

Holding the half-sheet of paper between his fingertips, Lu Yu's heart pounded, and his previous hesitation vanished instantly.

He took a deep breath, and the pale golden runes in his palm lit up. The power of truth slowly flowed into the letter, and the energy of the True Vision spread along the paper.

My consciousness was instantly pulled apart, and the scene before my eyes began to blur rapidly...

He saw this piece of paper sprout from the soil and grow into a towering tree; he saw the wood chips flying when it was felled, processed into timber and eventually made into paper; he saw it bound into a notebook, held in his grandmother's hand, the pen tip leaving ink marks on the paper...

The timeline sporadically fast-forwarded and rewound, like a play button that had been randomly pressed, with countless images flashing by. But suddenly a violent headache struck, and the images began to blur. Lu Yu knew his time was running out.

Lu Yu struggled to control his thoughts, finally freezing them on a moonlit night with few stars.

In the main room, the kerosene lamp cast a warm, yellow glow. Grandma held a fountain pen in her hand, and in front of her lay a sheet of paper, the handwriting illegible. Her hair was gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes held a gentle smile, but her gaze concealed a barely perceptible resolve.

"You've still decided to leave?"

Old Zhou's voice came from the side, his tone full of worry, even a hint of helplessness.

Grandma looked up at him, a hint of relief in her smile:

"Yes, it's been so long, someone has to go and check on it, someone has to take the first step..."

"But I still think you have no chance of making it through." Old Zhou took half a step forward.

"You have to try everything."

Grandma lowered her head, the tip of her pen gently touching the paper as she wrote something, but it was impossible to read.

"And I asked an old friend for help. She can make me eligible... and maybe she can even come with me so we can look out for each other."

"I'll go with you too." Old Zhou's tone was firm, even a little stubborn. "I can remember some of the rules over there. You've treated me well all these years, and I have to repay that kindness."

Grandma smiled and shook her head, then reached out and pressed his arm down: "No need, you stay here. Xiaoyu is still young, and he's a thoughtful but persistent child. He'll inevitably run into trouble in the future, so please take good care of him."

She paused, the pen tip gliding lightly across the paper, her voice tinged with hesitation:

"I'm thinking of writing him a letter... What do you think? Should I keep it for him?"

"But what if he changes after reading the letter..." Old Zhou's words trailed off, revealing obvious concern, "You know, if he..."

"He won't," Grandma said with absolute certainty.

"I gave him all my source of power, and the fact that he can grasp that power means he's the same as me. He's a good kid, and he'll be much stronger than I imagined."

"But isn't it too early to tell him so much now?" Old Zhou was still worried. "He's still in school, he should be living a peaceful life, there's no need for that..."

Hearing this, Lu Yu's heart pounded wildly. He subconsciously channeled all his true power, his eyes fixed on the letter in his grandmother's hand—if he tried a little harder, as long as he could see the words on it, he would know the contents of the letter and find out where his grandmother had gone!

Just then, Grandma suddenly stopped writing, looked up in the direction Lu Yu was "gazing," and frowned slightly: "Hmm, why do I suddenly feel... a familiar energy?"

Then his brows slowly relaxed, a relieved smile appeared on his lips, and the hesitation in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only complete open-mindedness.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, meeting Lu Yu's eyes in the future. The lingering concern and worry gradually faded away, replaced by a reassuring certainty, as if she had confirmed something of utmost importance.

"Look at my mind, I get confused when I care." Grandma's voice was tinged with laughter. "People's knowledge should always be proportional to their abilities. When they are capable enough, they will naturally know everything. Saying more now will only become a burden."

She glanced down at the letter in her hand, then held it up to the candlelight beside her. The flame instantly licked the paper, black smoke rose, the paper curled and charred, and the writing turned to ash in the fire.

"I'm leaving Xiaoyu in your care." She turned to look at Lao Zhou, her eyes full of entrustment.

Old Zhou nodded emphatically, his voice slightly hoarse: "Don't worry, I will protect him until he can..."

A severe headache struck, like countless needles pricking his temples, forcibly pulling Lu Yu back to reality. The letter in his palm was still that half-burnt fragment, but the conversation from just now was clearly etched in his mind, each word resounding.

Countless questions surged like a tide, making Lu Yu feel a tightness in his chest and his fingertips tremble slightly.

Where is Grandma going?

Old Zhou knows so much, why doesn't he ever say a word more to him?

Who exactly is the "old friend" that Grandma is talking about?