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

Let's go back half an hour.

Deep within Shennong Mountain, an area no ordinary person could reach, Shen Che led his team through the remaining snow, shadowy figures appearing and disappearing beneath their feet, their red eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Just after crossing a frozen mountain stream, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed!

The snowflakes disappeared, replaced by a light, pervasive mist. The air was filled with the fragrance of plants and the slightly astringent taste of grass and tree sap, and the frozen ground beneath our feet turned into fertile, dark soil.

Something's not right.

Shen Che raised his hand, signaling the team to stop. The Hunter's Shadow Short Blade gleamed coldly. "Everyone, conceal your aura and advance according to battle formation."

The four members of the team quickly took their positions:

Lin Yue, the guardian of wood, stood on the left, his fingertips glowing with a faint green light. His cautious and somewhat indecisive nature was evident in his furrowed brows as he tried to communicate with the surrounding plants.

Zhao Changfeng, the guardian of the wind, guarded the right flank. He was tall and thin with sharp eyes like an eagle, but he could not hide the restlessness between his brows. His hands had already gathered a light blue stream of energy.

Liu Jiaqi, the guardian of medical expertise, brought up the rear. She was meticulous but easily nervous, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Technician Sun Ruliang walked in the middle, carrying testing instruments on his back, and was quickly debugging the equipment.

"Strong energy fluctuations detected, composition unknown..."

Sun Ruliang's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension, and the curves on the instrument screen were jumping wildly.

Before the words were finished, the fog ahead grew thicker, and several herbs with purple-glowing leaves came into view—these were the Bewitching Grass.

The fog spread with the wind, and Zhao Changfeng was the first to be hit. His eyes instantly became empty: "Aren't these the teammates I couldn't save back then? What are you doing here?" He subconsciously rushed towards the thicker fog and actually swung a wind blade at Lin Yue beside him.

"Zhao Changfeng! Wake up!"

Liu Jiaqi hurriedly activated the power of the Great Dao, injecting a beam of light into Zhao Changfeng's mind in an attempt to dispel the illusion.

But the power of the bewitching herb far exceeded expectations. Zhao Changfeng only paused for half a second before continuing to charge forward, roaring, "I'm sorry!"

"Stop him!" Shen Che darted behind Zhao Changfeng like a ghost, his shadowy form wrapping around Zhao's wrist. "This is an illusion, don't let your obsession control you!"

The power of the Shadow Hunter carried a chilling aura, finally bringing Zhao Changfeng to his senses for a moment, and his eyes regained some clarity.

Just then, several dark green vines suddenly sprouted from the ground. They were the Spirit-Locking Vine, their fine barbs gleaming coldly, and they silently wrapped around Liu Jiaqi's ankles.

Liu Jiaqi exclaimed in surprise. Just as she was about to use the power of the Great Dao to break free, she felt the energy in her body rapidly draining away along the vines, and her face instantly turned pale.

"Don't move!" Lin Yue reacted swiftly, his pale green light surging as he tried to soothe the Spirit-Locking Vine with his wood-controlling power. However, this ancient vine only understood the instructions left by its ancestors and wouldn't listen at all; its barbs only pierced deeper. "No! It has no room for communication; it only knows how to attack intruders!"

Shen Che swung his Shadow Hunter Short Blade in a backhand motion, unleashing a burst of black energy that precisely struck the root joint of the Spirit-Locking Vine, severing the vine. However, the severed vine did not wither; instead, it rapidly regenerated, wrapping around the group.

In a moment of quick thinking, Sun Ruliang took out another device from his backpack, pressed a button, and a high-frequency sound wave was emitted, causing the Spirit-Locking Vine's regeneration speed to slow down abruptly: "It's afraid of high-frequency vibrations!"

Zhao Changfeng fully regained consciousness and spat in embarrassment and anger: "This damn grass is really weird!" His wind control power surged, and the airflow turned into two whirlwinds, which swept the regenerated spirit-locking vines away into the distance, temporarily relieving the situation.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Lin Yue accidentally bumped into an inconspicuous herb. The plant's buds burst open instantly, spewing out a yellowish-green mist—it was the Heartbreak Poison Herb.

Lin Yue inhaled the mist and immediately felt as if his meridians were frozen. His control over wood became sluggish, and he staggered and fell to the ground, his face turning pale: "This mist... paralyzes my meridians..."

"Liu Jiaqi, give him the antidote!" Shen Che ordered in a deep voice while using the Shadow Hunter to entangle the approaching Spirit Locking Vine.

Liu Jiaqi hurriedly took out the antidote injection, rushed to Lin Yue's side, and injected the medicine into his body. Her eyes were full of anxiety: "The antidote injection can only temporarily suppress the symptoms. It will take time to completely relieve the symptoms. His Dao power is currently blocked."

Sun Ruliang looked at the analytical instrument in his hand: "These plants are distributed according to some kind of pattern, like a natural formation! We've been going in circles!"

He pointed to the trajectory map on the instrument, "Look, our route has formed a closed loop, and our direction judgment has been interfered with."

Shen Che's eyes blazed with red light, and the shadowy figures spread out like a spider web, trying to find the path. But the mist coiled around him like a living thing, and the red light that locked onto the shadows was dispersed as soon as it touched the mist: "This mist can interfere with the perception of the Great Dao."

Just then, the fog ahead suddenly surged, and a peculiar tree came into view.

The trunk is dark with veins, the leaves are shaped like those of a paper mulberry, and the branches are adorned with tiny flower spikes that gleam in the sunlight.

"This appearance...it's the Migu! The divine tree from the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

Sun Ruliang's voice betrayed his shock. "The records say it 'resembles a grain with black veins, its radiance shines in all directions, and wearing it prevents one from getting lost,' but its properties may have been altered by the relics! Its aura is actually amplifying the illusion, and its roots may be connected to the energy channels of the relics!"

Liu Jiaqi, who had been using her healing energy to protect everyone's will, grew increasingly pale: "The intensity of the illusion within the mist is increasing; if this continues, we'll all be swallowed up by it!"

Zhao Changfeng's wind blades stirred in his palm: "Just cut it down! How can I be trapped by a broken tree?" Just as he was about to rush forward, he was stopped by Shen Che.

"We can't destroy it!" Shen Che's tone was grave. "Ancient texts say that 'wearing it prevents confusion,' indicating that its energy source can actually neutralize illusions. Forcibly destroying it could trigger a chain reaction throughout the entire ruins. These ancient plants are interconnected, existing in a delicate balance. Once it gets out of control, we won't have a way out." He turned to Lin Yue, "Your Dao can communicate with plants; try guiding its energy?"

Lin Yue endured the numbness in his meridians, and the faint green light at his fingertips shone again as he carefully released his power to control wood.

Although the will bestowed upon Migu by the relics was firm, its essence still contained the origin of "warding off evil and preventing confusion." He tentatively tried to communicate with this energy, but suddenly his whole body trembled, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "No... its energy has been forcibly altered. The origin and the instructions of the relics are in conflict. As soon as I get close, I am backfired by both forces!"

"roar--!"

Just then, an ancient and majestic voice boomed from the depths of the mist, like a thunderclap, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression: "Those who trespass into the Shennong Secret Realm shall be punished by the hundred herbs..."

Before the sound had even faded, the surrounding plants and trees all stirred!

The pale purple mist of the Bewitching Grass surged, transforming into countless phantoms that swayed within the fog; the Soul-Locking Vine grew wildly, its barbs becoming increasingly sharp, coiling around from all directions.

The yellow-green mist of the poisonous plant spread, forming a ring-shaped barrier that trapped the team in the center.

Suddenly, the flower spikes of the Enchanted Grain Tree burst forth with blinding light, instantly doubling the intensity of the illusion. Zhao Changfeng's eyes became unfocused again, clearly about to fall into obsession once more...