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

The air in the repair shop was thick and suffocating. The old light bulbs above flickered, casting the three people's shadows crookedly against the wall, as if being torn apart by an invisible hand. The ancient coin in Lu Yu's palm was incredibly hot, yet it exuded a helpless anxiety—this was the first time it had been so passive in the face of danger.

Su Wan was practically pressed against him, her hands gripping his arms tightly. Her body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, but she didn't make a sound. She just buried her face in his shoulder, her warm breath trembling slightly, making his neck go numb.

Lu Yu subconsciously raised his hand and gently patted her back, his movements awkward yet firm—he couldn't let this quiet girl, who had risked her life to save him with a brick, get hurt.

Old Zhou moved closer to the two of them, using his broad back to block most of their view. "This Executor is no ordinary ethereal spirit. We're like meat in its mouth right now, and we might not even have a chance to escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp crack suddenly came from the door of the repair shop. It wasn't the dull sound of something being smashed, but rather something extremely sharp that slowly sliced ​​open from the outside, like a blade cutting through rice paper. A thin crack instantly spread out, and icy cold air rushed in through the crack, carrying a strong fishy smell, like rotten seaweed mixed with the smell of rust, making one's throat tighten.

A pure black shadow slipped in through the crack. It wasn't an ordinary shadow, but rather like solidified ink mixed with viscous black mist. The moment it landed, it spread outwards, leaving a thin layer of white frost on the ground and causing fine cracks to appear.

The edges of the shadowy figure twitched slightly, and countless hair-thin tentacles rolled and twisted inside. Each tentacle was topped with a scarlet dot of light, densely packed like countless miniature eyes, staring intently at the three of them, exuding a cold, emotionless killing intent.

What was even more chilling was that wherever the shadowy figure passed, all surrounding sounds rapidly dissipated—the wind, the barking of dogs, even the breathing and heartbeats of the three were swallowed up, leaving only deathly silence. Only the hissing sound made by the shadowy figure as it moved, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, was particularly jarring.

"It's coming in!"

Lu Yu's heart leaped into his throat. He gripped the ancient coin tightly and frantically chanted "Protect us" in his mind. The golden light in his palm suddenly surged, forming a semi-transparent barrier in front of the shadow.

But as soon as the golden light touched the shadow, it melted instantly like ice and snow meeting boiling water, only pausing for half a second before continuing to spread toward the three of them.

Where the shadow passed, the light bulb dimmed even more, and the heat of the ancient coin quickly subsided, as if its core energy had been drained away. Lu Yu felt a tingling emptiness.

"Useless! Your meager strength can't harm it!" Old Zhou hissed, abruptly standing up, gripping the wrench tightly. The pale gold light on the wrench flickered like a candle in the wind. "In the past, when I encountered them, I could only run... but I've lived these decades, and that's enough!"

Old Zhou suddenly rushed towards the shadowy figure and swung the wrench down hard. The wrench, glowing with a faint golden light, sizzled as it struck the shadowy figure. The spot where the shadowy figure was hit began to boil, but the surrounding shadowy figures immediately surged up to fill the gap, becoming even denser. Several tiny shadowy tentacles even wrapped around Old Zhou's wrist along the wrench.

"Boom—"

The wall of the repair shop facing the street collapsed with a roar. Old Zhou suddenly pushed Lu Yu and Su Wan away with a desperate, do-or-die attitude.

The shadowy figure instantly swelled, and countless black tentacles emerged from it, surging towards Old Zhou like a tidal wave. Some were as thick as barrels, with sharp barbs; others were as thin as silk, intertwining and weaving into a net that instantly swallowed his figure.

The pale golden light of the wrench flashed briefly in the shadows before extinguishing completely, and everything fell silent, without even the slightest struggle, as if it had been completely swallowed up and digested by the shadows.

"Uncle Zhou!" Lu Yu's eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively rushed forward, but Su Wan held him back tightly. The next second, his vision was filled with the surging black ink, and a feeling of suffocation instantly gripped his throat.

Just then, a clear female voice suddenly pierced the deathly silence created by the executors, carrying an undeniable majesty, like thunder rolling across the ground: "The Mysterious Origin of Heaven and Earth, the Root of All Qi!"

The voice was so familiar that Lu Yu and his companion were startled—it was their homeroom teacher, Liu Jing!

The black ink before them shattered with a snap, dissipating into a misty haze. Standing at the entrance of the repair shop was a slender figure—their homeroom teacher, Liu Jing.

Tonight, she had her long hair tied up in a high bun, secured with a peach wood hairpin. Her left hand was behind her back, while her right hand held three yellow talismans, her fingertips gleaming with a faint golden light. She was completely different from her usual gentle demeanor, exuding a sharp aura, like a drawn sword. The scent of sandalwood filled the air with her presence, dispelling the stench of the shadowy figure.

Liu Jing's eyes were sharp as swords as they fell on the dark shadow that was swallowing Lao Zhou. There was no fear in her eyes, only fierce anger.

With a wave of her hand, three yellow talismans flew from her fingertips and instantly unfolded in the air. The cinnabar runes seemed to come alive, emitting a "buzzing" sound, and transformed into three golden light trails that intertwined in the air to form a simple magic circle, flying straight toward the black shadow.

"boom!"

The talisman landed on the shadowy figure, instantly bursting forth with dazzling golden light. The magic circle exploded, and the golden light spread like a tide. The shadowy figure let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream, unlike a human voice, more like some kind of inhuman roar, filled with extreme pain, making one's eardrums ache.

The black tentacles that were wrapped around Lao Zhou instantly curled up and broke off, splattering black fluid everywhere.

Old Zhou's figure tumbled out of the shadows, the black markings on his body rapidly fading. His chest rose and fell slightly, indicating he had only fainted and was not in mortal danger.

Without pausing, Liu Jing lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped into the air like a swallow. Her movements were light and fluid, and as her hem fluttered, she drew a long sword from behind her back. The blade gleamed with a moonlit glow, and the sword was covered with fine runes.

With a flick of her wrist, her longsword traced a graceful arc in the air, golden light flowing with the sword's momentum like a cascading silver river.

She chanted incantations, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a unique rhythm that echoed throughout the heavens and earth: "Cultivate for countless eons, prove my divine powers—Purification Seal!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pressed it down hard on the dark figure. A complex, pale golden mark instantly appeared in her palm. The mark grew larger and larger, with countless runes flowing on it, as if breathing with life. Golden light overflowed through the gaps in the runes, illuminating everyone's face.

The moment the mark flew out, it shone brightly, illuminating the entire repair shop as if it were daytime, and even dyeing the night sky gold.

Under the light of the Purification Seal, the Executor's thick black shadow melted and evaporated rapidly, like snow meeting the scorching sun. One by one, the dense scarlet eyes went out, the shrill shrieks gradually weakened, the black tentacles turned to ashes, and the viscous black shadow turned into a colorless liquid. The moment it hit the ground, it was evaporated by the golden light, leaving not even a trace of fishy smell, only a faint sandalwood fragrance.

In just a few seconds, the executor that Old Zhou had risked his life to resist for less than two seconds was easily defeated by Liu Jing, without leaving a trace.

Even after the battle ended, Lu Yu still couldn't see what the executor's true form looked like; he only remembered the boundless darkness and the dense, scarlet dots of light.

"Teacher Liu..." Lu Yu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

He finally realized that Liu Jing's unusual calm this afternoon might mean she already knew everything... It turned out she had been secretly watching him all along?

Liu Jing sheathed her sword and landed on the ground. She turned to look at them, her gaze softening slightly, yet still filled with intense scrutiny. When it landed on Su Wan, it was as if she could see right through her: "Su Wan, what are you doing here?"

Her gaze fell on Su Wan, a faint golden light still lingering on her fingertips, and her tone was unwaveringly assertive: "You're not human, so why do you keep following Lu Yu?"

Su Wan's face had turned deathly pale, devoid of any color. She instinctively hid behind Lu Yu, her eyes filled with terror and confusion: "I...I'm not human?...