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

On the top floor of a skyscraper across the Pacific Ocean, a man in a black waiter's uniform, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, walks expressionlessly through the revelry, carrying a velvet tray in his hand, on which lies a vibrating black cell phone.

He walked steadily to the leather sofa in the corner.

A man, around forty years old, reclined on the sofa, wearing a well-tailored black suit that accentuated his tall and imposing figure. He held a cigar between his fingers, slowly exhaling smoke rings that diffused under the light.

The waiter respectfully handed the tray to him, bowed slightly, and stepped back without making a sound. The man didn't even lift his eyelids, reached for his phone, and swiped his thumb across the screen to answer.

The surrounding noise seemed to be paused. The revelers stopped in unison, turned off the music, and bowed as they retreated into the shadows. The large living room was instantly left with only the man, so quiet that the faint sound of a burning cigar could be heard.

"So, China's landfill was discovered by accident."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, yet tinged with chilling indifference: "You took matters into your own hands, trying to destroy the evidence with a bombing, but not only did you fail to clean up the mess, you also unexpectedly alerted the Guardians of Truth in China?"

A muffled, broken explanation came from the other end of the phone, tinged with obvious fear.

The cigar butt was casually stubbed out in the crystal ashtray by the man, making a soft "sizzle" sound, like some kind of warning: "If your brains are useless, you might as well feed them to the spirits."

His tone was colder than before, filled with undisguised anger: "Don't you understand how blatantly stupid it is to carry out a bombing in a core city of China?"

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A few days later, in the VIP ward of Anhe Private Hospital, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Jiang Heng held the Shennong Xuanyu Needle, which had long lost its luster, and gently pulled it out of Lu Yu's chest. The tip of the needle was a dull grayish-white, no longer possessing its former warm green light.

He sensed the faint aura emanating from Lu Yu's dantian, his lips twitched, and his tone carried a hint of helplessness: "You're quite lucky, kid. You absorbed all the energy of the divine artifact, and even stole half of my Hundred Herbs Dao's origin, which helped you sprout your own Dao."

"Dr. Jiang, I really didn't mean to." Lu Yu scratched his head awkwardly. "At the time, the energy in my body was out of control, and it just rushed in on its own."

"I know." Jiang Heng waved his hand, put the discarded needle back into the ancient wooden box. Although there was some regret in his expression, there was more open-mindedness. "The flow of the Great Dao is fate... But I'm not at a loss. Although my realm has temporarily dropped, once I start cultivating again, my foundation in the Great Dao will only be tempered more solidly. Maybe I can even break through to the legendary Perfect Realm... It's still better than that guy Li Cangyan."

"Senior Li?" Lu Yu asked curiously.

"He inherited the Great Dao of Pangu, which is domineering, but it damages the foundation too much." Jiang Heng leaned back in his chair, his tone filled with regret. "That Great Dao only has one core skill, 'Opening Heaven and Earth,' which can unleash a domineering attack that surpasses the strength of a 9-star perfect realm, but every time it is used, he will permanently drop one or two major realms, and what drops is the upper limit of the realm."

He chuckled softly, "Now he's only at the upper limit of the initial awakening realm, so he can only be a 'veteran cadre' in the Shouzhen Bureau, training newcomers and making the most of his remaining strength."

Lu Yu's heart trembled. He remembered that Senior Li's cultivation level had permanently dropped in order to kill a high-level executor. That sacrifice was heavier than he had imagined, and his respect for Senior Li grew even stronger.

"Wow! Dr. Jiang, you've turned misfortune into a blessing!" Zhao Lei's boisterous voice came from the doorway. He barged in carrying a bag of fruit, with Su Wan and Chen Mo following behind. "Lu Yu, you're even more amazing! You just lay there and 'picked up' someone else's path. Will you be able to fight while healing your wounds, and even give birth to a little flower to perform magic tricks for us?"

Su Wan tugged at his arm helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, Doctor Jiang is just comforting Lu Yu."

Chen Mo handed over the thermos, saying calmly, "Auntie asked us to bring some pork rib soup to help us recover."

Zhao Lei leaned close to the hospital bed, his face exaggerated: "Lu Yu, you'd better drink a lot and try to recover soon. Then Xiao Cao will cheer you on!"

These words made everyone laugh, dispelling the somber atmosphere in the ward. Jiang Heng looked at the energetic young man before him, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "The future ultimately belongs to you. Being able to save a young man with multiple constitutions is a contribution to China. I hope you will do more practical things for humanity in the future."

After saying that, Jiang Heng got up to leave, leaving only four people in the ward.

As the laughter subsided, Chen Mo pulled a notebook from his backpack, his expression instantly turning serious: "The Shouzhen Bureau won't let us interfere, but I've compiled publicly available information and found too many inconsistencies."

He opened his notebook: "First, there's the Shennong Mountain incident. The police report said it was a landslide, in which a little boy and three firefighters fell into a deep pit and had an accident. But the hospital emergency room records clearly state that the four injured people had 'a metallic sheen on their skin, and cord-like or worm-like abnormal bulges could be felt under the skin, accompanied by spontaneous rhythmic peristalsis.' This is almost exactly the same as the initial symptoms of etherealization that we've seen before."

Su Wan immediately took over the conversation, her tone serious: "Chen Mo and I secretly went to Shennong Mountain. It has been sealed off, but I sensed an extremely faint illusory aura near the deep pit. It was very faint, as if it was being forcibly suppressed by something, yet it was real. This means that this matter is definitely related to the illusory spirits."

Lu Yu frowned upon hearing this, and followed up with common sense: "If it's related to illusions, based on past experience, the world's rules would automatically modify the memories of those involved, making everyone unclear about the details of the anomalies, and then creating a self-consistent explanation..."

"Yes, not this time." Chen Mo interrupted him, his tone certain. "Not only were the hospital doctors able to accurately record the symptoms of these people's 'spiritualization,' but I also found all the publicly available interview videos: the rescue team members could clearly describe the specific circumstances of the people who encountered the 'accident'; even the little boy's parents could recall in detail the strange changes in their child before and after the fall... There was absolutely no 'collective amnesia' or 'uniform narrative' that completely erased any traces in the past."

He closed his notebook, his eyes sharp as knives: "This shows that the memories of the people involved were not altered by the world's rules at all."

"That's impossible!" Zhao Lei interjected, scratching his head. "Could it be that those four patients weren't spirits?"

"It's etherealization, but someone interfered with the rules." Chen Mo closed his notebook, his eyes sharp. "That's the core mystery: it's clearly related to ethereal beings, yet it didn't trigger the memory modification of the world's rules."

Lu Yu's brows furrowed suddenly as he grasped the key point: "If the rules weren't in effect, then the hospital explosion makes sense."

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded. "The official classification is that it was a terrorist attack from abroad, but no organization claimed responsibility, made any extortion or political demands, and caused no large-scale casualties. Of the only five victims, four were patients with symptoms of spiritualization."

"This is not a terrorist attack at all; it's a precise cover-up." Lu Yu's voice carried a hint of coldness.

Su Wan frowned slightly: "Normally, even if the patient is a phantom, the world's rules would automatically modify their memories and conceal the truth. There's no need to use a large-scale explosion to destroy the traces of a phantom. Unless..."

"Unless the people behind this already knew, the rules wouldn't work this time." Lu Yu picked up where she left off, his tone grave. "They were afraid that the patients' ethereal symptoms would be investigated further, that someone would trace them back to them through the illusory aura, so they used an explosion to silence them and destroy all relevant evidence."

This deduction was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly making the atmosphere in the ward heavy.