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

The snow on Shennong Mountain fell faster and faster, with large snowflakes like torn cotton wool, frantically plunging onto the ground and quickly covering the footprints around the deep pit.

The red and blue lights of the police cars flashed alternately in the snow fog, piercing the thick darkness of the night. The sirens of the ambulances gradually subsided, and the medical staff pushed the stretcher and stood guard by the pit, their masks covered with frost and their eyes full of solemnity.

The firefighters quickly secured the rope anchors, and two thick safety ropes sank down the pit wall into the darkness, their bodies covered in snowflakes that gleamed with a cold, hard sheen.

"Zhang Guang, Li Sheng, go down and investigate. Keep communication open and watch your step!" The fire chief's voice boomed, cutting through the howling wind and snow. He stared at the pit opening, his brows furrowed—this pit was too eerie.

Zhang Guang and Li Sheng nodded, fastened their safety buckles, and with powerful flashlights and communicators clipped to their waists, slowly slid down the pit wall. The beams of their flashlights flickered in the darkness, illuminating the artificial filling marks on the pit wall. The soil was mixed with gravel and rotten wood chips, clearly not naturally formed.

"Captain, there are obvious signs of excavation on the pit wall, and there's a platform about fifteen meters down!" Zhang Guang's voice came through the communicator.

Just as the fire chief was about to respond, a piercing electrical sound suddenly came from the communicator. The crackling noise instantly drowned out Xiao Zhangguang's voice, and then it fell into complete silence.

"Zhang Guang? Zhang Guang? Li Sheng? Answer me!" Old Chen shouted into the communicator, his voice filled with anxiety, but all he could hear was the howling of the wind and snow.

He subconsciously tugged at the safety rope, and an unusual tension came from it, as if it were being held tightly by something.

"Something's wrong!" The police officer next to him also changed his expression drastically, shining his flashlight into the pit. The beam of light only penetrated a few meters before being swallowed by the darkness. "There's definitely something wrong down there. Should we call for backup?"

The fire chief gritted his teeth, wiped the snow water off his face, and said resolutely, "We can't wait any longer. Every second we wait increases the danger!"

He quickly secured the safety rope, took the powerful flashlight and emergency knife handed to him by his teammates, and said, "I'll go down and take a look. You guys stay up here and keep watch. If the rope moves, pull me up immediately!"

The team members wanted to stop him, but seeing the captain's determined eyes, they could only nod in the end. The captain took a deep breath, slid into the pit, and the beam of his flashlight drew an arc in the darkness before his figure quickly disappeared into the abyss where snow mist and darkness intertwined.

The people at the pit held their breath, staring intently at the swaying rope. The wind and snow continued to rage, but no one dared to make a sound. Only the occasional tremors from the rope sounded like drumbeats in everyone's hearts.

At the same moment, Lu Yu's consciousness sank into the myriad dao hub.

The paulownia wood of the Feng Hou Temple still stands tall, its star-shaped patterns gleaming faintly in the night.

Lu Yu sat cross-legged in front of the tortoise shell, his eyes slightly closed, his mind rapidly deducing the structure of the temple—the arrangement of the green paulownia wood corresponded to the twenty-eight constellations, the patterns of the black yellow stone corresponded to the nine palaces, and the cracks in the tortoise shell were the core nodes of the seventy-two basic array patterns. The three were interdependent, forming an invisible natural array.

This deduction was not something that could be accomplished in a day. For days, he would immerse himself in it every night, using the power of the array to perceive every detail of the temple, from the spacing of the green paulownia wood to the angle of the cracks in the tortoise shell, from the trajectory of energy flow to the rhythm of the interwoven rules, gradually touching the ultimate of "order".

At this moment, the azure array power surrounding him suddenly surged, rushing through his body like a tidal wave, flowing along his meridians to his limbs and bones. The faint array patterns that had previously lingered on his body surface now became incredibly solid, spreading along the array base patterns of the Xuanhuang Stone and resonating with the natural array of the temple. The star patterns on the Qingtong wood suddenly lit up, and pale golden energy seeped from the cracks in the tortoise shell, intertwining and entwining with Lu Yu's array power to form a rotating energy vortex.

"The power of array formations is rooted in order and bridged by perception. Your ability to decipher the basic layout of the temple's grand array means you have grasped the true meaning of 'going with the flow.'" Feng Hou's voice was deep and resonant like an ancient bell. Holding a beast bone scepter, he slowly walked to Lu Yu, his eyes filled with satisfied approval.

"The Great Dao of Array Formation - Divine Realm." An ancient consciousness resounded in my mind.

As consciousness arose, a surge of pure array primordial power flowed into Lu Yu's body from the vortex. He felt his meridians widen instantly, and the flow of array power became smoother. With a thought, azure array patterns condensed in front of him. Without any inscription or preparation, they took shape in an instant—it was a simple trapping array pattern.

"The Great Dao of Arrays - Instantaneous Array." An ancient consciousness, carrying a complex flow of information, surged into his mind, merging with the energy within his body. "No need for tedious inscription; wherever the mind goes, the array patterns are created. But remember, instantaneous arrays are limited by one's own realm; one can only condense basic array patterns one level lower than one's own strength."

Lu Yu's thoughts raced, and he condensed another prototype of the Illusion Breaking Array Pattern. Although it was weaker than the deliberately drawn one, it was superior in its speed.

Feng Hou watched as he skillfully controlled the instantaneous formation, then slowly nodded and turned to point at the tortoise shell: "Now that you have attained divine power, I will pass on to you the method of the ancient treasure 'Eight Trigrams Formation'. This formation originated from the Battle of Zhuolu of the Yellow Emperor, and follows the sequence of 'Rest, Life, Injury, Block, View, Death, Shock, Open', which secretly corresponds to the Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth and the mutual generation and restraint of the Five Elements. It cannot be activated by brute force; one must follow its sequence and conform to its principles."

He raised his hand and waved it, and the blue array patterns spread out on the black and yellow stone, transforming into eight clear array eyes, corresponding in turn to the eight characters "休生伤杜景死惊开". Each array eye shone with a different halo: the 休 gate was light blue, the 生 gate was light green, the 伤 gate was crimson, the 杜 gate was dark gray, the 景 gate was bright yellow, the 死 gate was pitch black, the 惊 gate was light purple, and the 开 gate was gilded.

"The wonder of the Eight Formations lies in 'order' and 'change.' They must be unfolded in the order of these eight characters, without reversal." Feng Hou's voice carried the weight of ancient formation principles. "With your current strength at the Divine Realm, you can only unfold three formation eyes at most at a time. Forcing more will only deplete your energy and cause you to be devoured by the formation's power. In formation cultivation, one should avoid being greedy for more and faster progress. One must proceed step by step. Only when you are completely integrated with the formation principles can you fully comprehend the entirety of the Eight Formations."

Lu Yu stared at the Eight Trigrams Formation on the ground, his mind surging. He could clearly feel the energy flowing through each of the formation's cores, subtly resonating with his own Dao power.

He tried to activate the "Rest Gate" by focusing his mind. The blue and green array power flowed continuously in his palm, and the runes alternated between light and dark. His gaze locked onto the floating eight array nodes under his feet. He calmed his mind and focused his spirit.

The first pale blue light pattern emerged from his palm, spreading like a stream along the ground around him, instantly expanding within a three-zhang radius around him. The light pattern solidified upon landing, transforming into a semi-transparent, misty blue light shield. The surface of the shield was covered with fine array patterns, layered like fish scales, exuding both a gentle sense of protection and an unshakeable stability.

Stabilizing the protective barrier around his body, Lu Yu's mind raced once more, and a second pale green light pattern suddenly erupted, resonating with the pale blue barrier both inside and out. The green light pattern dissipated upon landing, transforming into countless tiny light threads that, like vines, wrapped around his limbs and spread out along the ground.

In an instant, the array energy between heaven and earth was forcibly drawn, and visible energy ripples appeared in the air. Countless tiny blue-green light spots were gathered by green light threads, forming a rotating energy vortex above Lu Yu's head.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yu mobilized most of the array power within his body and fully activated the third array pattern—the Injury Gate!

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred!

Lu Yu groaned, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood mist. His body swayed, and he crashed heavily onto the Xuanhuang Stone...