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

The flashlight beam suddenly focused, illuminating the enormous object in the darkness.

It was a phantom that had expanded several times its original size. It retained the basic outline of an ordinary phantom, but was twice as big as a normal phantom, like a skin that had been forcibly stretched.

The most bizarre thing is that beneath the dark purple texture, there are dark golden flowing patterns that appear and disappear, slowly flowing with its breath, exuding an eerie feeling.

"How come this octopus is so big?"

Zhao Lei's booming voice was filled with disbelief. He clenched his fists, his muscles bulging like iron. "Whatever kind of monster it is, I'll beat it up first!"

Before he finished speaking, he charged forward like a cannonball, his right fist, carrying the force of breaking through the wind, slamming hard into Xu Ling's chest.

With a crisp clang, the moment his fist collided with the muscle, Zhao Lei felt a powerful shockwave travel up his arm, his wrist went numb, his knuckles turned red, and he was jolted back three steps. The gravel under his feet crunched under his feet, and the soles of his shoes got stuck in the cracks between the stones.

"Holy crap! This skin's tougher than steel!" Zhao Lei shook his numb hand, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a fiercer fighting spirit. "Again!"

Su Wan's fingertips flared with a surge of ethereal silver light, which coiled towards the illusory spirit like a fine spiderweb. The silver threads possessed a sharpness that pierced through the void, but the moment they touched the spirit's texture, they were repelled by an invisible barrier, the threads trembling and nearly snapping. She frowned deeply: "There's an energy flowing within it!"

With a thought, Lu Yu condensed his pale golden power of truth into a blade of light that pierced through illusion. The blade gleamed with a sharp light that could tear through the void, and when it struck, even the air itself was ripped open with tiny cracks.

He leaped into the air, using the enhanced physique from the Spirit Plant Returning to Origin Body to fiercely strike at the weak point on the illusory spirit's neck.

With a muffled "thud," the light blade struck the ethereal spirit's neck precisely, leaving only a faint white mark. The dark purple skin shimmered with a glassy sheen, and the white mark receded like the tide, leaving not a trace of damage, as if the attack had been nothing but an illusion.

"The Void-Piercing Blade didn't work?"

Lu Yu's heart sank. He hadn't expected that there would be an ordinary Void Spirit that could withstand the Void Blade.

The ethereal spirit was utterly enraged, letting out a low roar that sent rubble tumbling down the cave walls. Its thick tentacles swept across like steel whips, carrying a pungent, foul stench.

Lu Yu hurriedly retreated, his mind racing, and the power of the array instantly switched.

"Eight Trigrams Formation - Rest Gate, Secure!"

Azure-blue array patterns, like ancient runes, flowed from his palm, spreading across the ground like a stream, instantly expanding within a three-zhang radius around him and Zhao Lei. The light patterns solidified upon landing, transforming into a semi-transparent azure light shield. The surface of the shield was covered with intricate array patterns, layered like fish scales, faintly exuding the heavy pressure of an ancient array.

A gentle, life-giving energy flowed into their bodies like a trickle, instantly dissipating most of the damage from the initial attack. The Eight Trigrams Formation's Rest Gate, emphasizing "stability" and "resistance," can serve to construct a defensive barrier and heal injuries.

As soon as the gate opened, a loud "bang" was heard. The ethereal tentacles slammed into the light shield, causing it to tremble violently. Fine cracks spread like a spider web, and the light flowing through the array patterns dimmed by more than half in an instant.

"Switching is too much of a hassle!"

Accustomed to firing from two lanes simultaneously, he is now forced to switch frequently, completely disrupting his rhythm.

The ethereal spirit pressed its advantage, and another tentacle stabbed straight at Lu Yu. Before Lu Yu could switch to his true power, the defensive barrier shattered after colliding with the tentacle a second time.

Lu Yu felt a tightness in his chest, his back slammed heavily against the stone wall, and pebbles fell down. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Lu Yu!" Su Wan exclaimed in surprise. The spiritual silver light transformed into several sharp needles, shooting towards the ethereal spirit's head in an attempt to restrain it. As soon as the silver needles approached, the patterns on the ethereal spirit's skin suddenly lit up, and a layer of metallic luster covered its entire body. The silver needles struck it and shattered instantly.

Zhao Lei didn't sit idly by and await his fate. He leaped up, his knee carrying immense force, and slammed into the ethereal spirit's head. But just as his knee was about to touch the spirit, the patterns beneath its skin suddenly lit up, and a layer of metallic luster covered its entire body like a tide. Zhao Lei's knee struck it, producing only a crisp "clang," and he was instead thrown back by the shockwave, his knee going numb.

"This lousy skin can turn into iron?" Zhao Lei grimaced, but still refused to give up, clenching his fists and preparing to charge forward again.

"Wait!" Chen Mo's voice suddenly rang out. He stared intently at the glowing patterns on the ethereal creature's body, his eyes gleaming with a golden light as he discerned the vertical lines. "Avoid the patterns on its body; there's something wrong with those patterns!"

Lu Yu took a deep breath, forcibly stabilizing his chaotic aura. With a thought, he retracted the power of the array and unleashed the power of truth, causing the pale golden Void-Piercing Blade to condense once more.

He leaped forward, his light blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, slashing repeatedly at the ethereal tentacles, each strike landing precisely at the junction of the patterns. The ethereal tentacles were forced back repeatedly, the dark gold patterns flowing noticeably faster, and the metallic sheen of its skin dimmed slightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Wan activated the spiritual silver light, which transformed into countless fine silver needles, densely shooting towards the sparsely patterned areas of the ethereal skin.

Zhao Lei then circled around to the side of the Void Spirit and delivered a powerful elbow strike to its waist and abdomen. Although the blow was still bounced off, the Void Spirit's body visibly swayed this time.

Just then, the ethereal spirit suddenly let out a sharp roar, and the flowing patterns around its body instantly surged, its metallic luster becoming even more intense. Several tentacles swept across at the same time, with a sharp metallic sound as they cut through the air, leaving deep trenches in the ground.

Caught off guard, Lu Yu was grazed on the shoulder by a tentacle, instantly tearing his skin open.

Su Wan's spiritual budding power at the Condensed Form Realm had no effect on her; she was blown away by the air currents.

Although Zhao Lei managed to block in time, he was still forced to retreat repeatedly, and his tiger's mouth split open.

Lu Yu clutched the wound on his shoulder, enduring the excruciating pain. Just as he was about to activate the Eight Trigrams Formation again, he saw Chen Mo suddenly freeze in place, the vertical lines of insight in his eyes trembling violently.

Chen Mo's fingertips trembled as he pointed to the dark golden patterns flowing across the ethereal spirit's body. His voice was heavy with disbelief, even trembling slightly: "Those aren't ordinary patterns... those are patterns of the Great Dao!"

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly plunging the chaotic battlefield into deathly silence.

Zhao Lei's punching motion froze in mid-air, his face blank: "Great Dao patterns? What's that?"

Su Wan's psychic silver light froze in mid-air, her brows furrowed: "Isn't the power of the Great Dao supposed to require inheritance and comprehension? How could it appear on a ethereal spirit?"

Lu Yu's hand holding the Void-Breaking Blade paused slightly, and a storm raged in his heart.

The dark purple ethereal spirit was still roaring, with dark golden Dao patterns flowing across its body. Its metallic skin gleamed with a cold, hard luster. It was an ethereal spirit that should have been restrained by the power of the Dao, yet it carried Dao patterns that only a Guardian of Truth possessed.

This is completely illogical!