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

Lu Yu could clearly sense a warm vitality flowing through his meridians, distinct from the power of the blue array and the light gold power, yet subtly forming a delicate balance.

This vitality, carrying the crispness and moisture of plants, surged through the blood to every part of the body. Wherever it passed, the remaining stinging pain in the meridians melted away like ice and snow, and even the lingering pain from previous internal organ injuries gradually dissipated.

Even more remarkably, this life-giving energy seemed to resonate with him, establishing an invisible connection between him and the plants and trees around him. The pines and cypresses in the courtyard outside the window, the weeds in the corner of the wall, and even the roadside trees in the distance were all emitting tiny particles of life-giving energy, which gathered like fireflies and merged into his body.

This absorption is silent and imperceptible, neither plundering the vitality of plants and causing them to wither, nor overloading its own energy. Instead, it forms a delicate balance, as if it itself has become part of the cycle of life in this world.

He could feel his recovery speed increasing exponentially—the internal organ injuries that previously took several days to heal were now repairing at a visible speed, and fine, soft roots seemed to be rapidly wrapping around and healing the damaged meridian walls. Even his mental energy became fuller, and the dizziness caused by the energy conflict had completely dissipated.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his tense nerves completely relaxed under the continuous nourishment. He felt as if he were sinking into a warm spring and soon fell into a peaceful sleep, the paleness on his face gradually fading.

The moment his consciousness left his body, Lu Yu found himself in the sea of ​​light at the Hub of Myriad Paths. The sea of ​​light still flowed with seven-colored rays, and the 9999-step starlight staircase stretched out beneath his feet. However, the space now seemed to have a touch of the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, echoing the life energy within his body.

Following his senses, he led the way to the Nuwa Temple. The jade door opened in response, and Nuwa stood beneath the starry sky, surrounded by a misty haze, her snake tail gently sweeping across the warm white jade.

She turned around, her eyes more probing than usual, yet still retaining her timeless gentleness: "Within your body, there is the aura of my bloodline's descendant."

Lu Yu bowed respectfully and said frankly, "Senior, I just suffered a backlash from both paths, but fortunately a physician treated me with the power of a hundred herbs, which allowed me to escape danger."

"The power of a hundred herbs?" Golden light flowed from Nuwa's fingertips, sweeping over Lu Yu's body. A hint of understanding flashed in her eyes. "The Great Dao of a Hundred Herbs was created by my descendants observing the vitality of plants, containing the true essence of endless life."

She paused, her tone now carrying a touch of the Great Dao's majesty: "While mortals can inherit the Great Dao, they are limited by their mortal bodies and cannot unleash even a tenth or a twentieth of its power. If it weren't for the resonance and pull from my bloodline, the weakened power of the Hundred Herbs would be insufficient to suppress these two pure origins within you, let alone repair them."

Lu Yu was shocked and was about to ask further questions when Nuwa gently waved her hand: "The Great Dao flows and turns, it has its own destiny, there is no need to force it, you may go."

After bidding farewell to Nuwa, Lu Yu followed his senses to the Feng Hou Temple and recounted the events to Feng Hou.

On the Xuanhuang stone ground, the patterns of the Eight Trigrams Formation shimmered with a pale blue halo. Feng Hou, holding a beast bone scepter, stood beside the tortoise shell, his expression as steady as a mountain: "Do you know that 'misfortune' and 'fortune' are originally of the same origin and coexist?"

Lu Yu shook his head, waiting for the next part.

"You forcibly fused the two paths, triggering a backlash, which is a 'misfortune'; but you also turned misfortune into a blessing, absorbing the source of all herbs and the power of divine artifacts to make up for your own shortcomings, which is a 'blessing'."

Feng Hou lightly tapped the ground with his scepter, and the "Gate of Injury" and "Gate of Life" in the Eight Trigrams Formation lit up simultaneously. "In the way of the formation, there is 'injury' before 'life,' and there is 'blockage' before 'opening.' The same is true of the world. The backlash makes you aware of the danger of multiple paths arising at the same time, but it also gives you the power of spiritual plants to sustain life. This is the true meaning of fortune and misfortune being interdependent."

Feng Hou's words were like a wake-up call, and Lu Yu's mind instantly became clear, sweeping away the frustration he had felt earlier due to the inability to launch two paths simultaneously.

Just then, an ancient consciousness suddenly exploded in his mind, carrying a heavy pressure of the Great Dao:

"The Great Path of Herbs - The Sprout of the Great Path - The Awakening Realm"

Immediately afterwards, the three forces within the body seemed to suddenly reach a tacit understanding—the life force, like a gentle stream of water, slowly nourished the blue array force and the pale gold true force, no longer repelling or clashing with each other; at the same time, the divine artifact essence of the Shennong Xuanyu Needle completely melted, flowing along the meridians like jade nectar, intertwining with the sprouting of the Hundred Herbs Dao, and finally transforming into a pale green mark, deeply imprinted in the depths of the dantian.

Another ancient consciousness followed, carrying a complex yet clear flow of information:

"Spiritual Plant Returning to Origin Body".

This physique can automatically absorb the vitality of plants and trees in the world and convert it into its own energy. This not only greatly enhances vitality and recovery speed, but also allows the user to temporarily strengthen themselves by drawing on the power of plants and trees during battle...

Before Lu Yu could fully regain consciousness, the ward door was gently pushed open, and Lin Hui and Lu Jianming immediately rushed over, their eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Jiang Heng turned to face them, his face already adorned with a gentle smile. His tone was calm and resolute, instantly soothing their panicked minds: "Mr. Lu, Ms. Lin, rest assured, Xiaoyu's condition has stabilized."

He didn't use technical jargon, but instead explained the illness using the simplest analogies:

"Xiaoyu suffers from a very rare 'metabolic regulatory disorder.' Simply put, the human body is like a sophisticated machine, and the 'regulator' responsible for energy distribution inside suddenly malfunctions. Normally, the nutrients in our bodies that maintain organ function and muscle activity are 'energy,' which should flow in a regular and orderly manner. However, Xiaoyu may have recently experienced some stress, coupled with her special constitution, causing two types of 'energy' to accidentally 'collide' in her body, interfering with and colliding with each other, which led to minor contusions and bleeding in her organs."

"This disease is rare, but it is not dangerous at all, and it is not an organic lesion—it's like a machine part that isn't broken, but just a faulty connection in the wiring. With precise adjustments, it can be restored to normal."

Jiang Heng's tone became increasingly relaxed, completely dispelling their concerns: "My treatment plan involves precisely harmonizing these two 'energies' and then repairing the damaged areas. He can be fully healed in a week at most. Moreover, after recovery, a natural balance mechanism will automatically form in his body, and he will never relapse. It will not affect his studies or sports in any way."

Upon hearing this, Lin Hui's tears rolled down her cheeks again, this time tears of joy. She clasped her hands together and repeatedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, Professor Jiang! Thank you all! Thank you so much!"

Lu Jianming held Jiang Heng's hand tightly, and all his unspoken words were finally condensed into a heavy "Please take care of me." The bloodshot eyes were filled with the relief and gratitude of surviving a disaster.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ward, its golden rays dispelling the chill of the winter morning and falling on Lu Yu's calm face, outlining a soft contour.

As he regained consciousness, he looked at his parents' haggard yet relieved faces and felt a warmth in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, he caught sight of Shen Che standing in the shadows, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze sweeping across the quiet street outside the window, his expression still serious.

Beneath the surface of calm in Zhongzhou, a new undercurrent seems to be quietly brewing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, atop a skyscraper shrouded in night, an extravagant party is underway.

Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling light, illuminating the room filled with elegant attire and champagne towers, the air thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfumes and cigars. Scantily clad men and women swayed to energetic electronic music, laughter and the clinking of glasses creating an atmosphere of unbridled indulgence…