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

"Shennong's Secret Realm! This must be the Shennong clan's ruins that headquarters mentioned." Shen Che swung his sword, severing the binding spirit-locking vines. Shadowy figures swirled around him like ink, and the red light in his eyes grew increasingly intense. "The divine tree guarding the area, with every blade of grass and tree acting as an enemy—this is the ancient Shennong clan's plan!"

He abruptly sheathed his sword, his Shadow-Hunting power rapidly receding, and shouted loudly into the depths of the mist. His voice pierced through the rustling of grass and trees, carrying sincerity and unwavering resolve:

"Ancestor Shennong! I am Shen Che, a member of the Guardian Bureau of China. We are descendants of the Chinese people! Our bloodline inherits your roots of cultivating the land, and our civilization continues your benevolence in using herbs to benefit the people. We are ultimately dedicated to protecting the life of China and to living up to your ancient pioneering efforts! Today, I have mistakenly entered this secret realm not to plunder, but to investigate the ruins and protect all living beings! I hope you will grant me this request!"

The words echoed through the secret realm, and the mist from the Bewitching Grass paused briefly, as if scrutinizing the words. Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Yue activated his Wood Control power, and a pale green light spread along the ground, attempting to convey goodwill. However, as soon as it touched the roots of the Bewitching Grass, it was repelled by an invisible force, and fine beads of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Trespassers will be punished without mercy!"

The ancient and majestic voice boomed once more, carrying an undeniable resolve, and the attack from the vegetation suddenly escalated!

The mist from the Bewitching Grass transformed into countless humanoid phantoms, roaring as they pounced; the Spirit-Locking Vine thickened wildly, its barbs gleaming with an eerie light; the Mist from the Heartbreak Poison Grass condensed into poison arrows, precisely aimed at the team's weak points; the dazzling light from the Bewitching Grain Tree's flower spikes caused Zhao Changfeng's eyes to glaze over again, and a wind blade nearly struck Sun Ruliang.

"It seems communication is ineffective; we have no choice but to force our way through!"

Shen Che acted decisively, his Shadow Hunter short blade blazing with black light. "Lin Yue, control the wood to restrain the Spirit-Locking Vine; Zhao Changfeng, steady your mind and cut through the mist; Liu Jiaqi, protect everyone's will; Sun Ruliang, find the core of the Mystic Grain's energy and try to interfere with it using sound waves!"

The team hastily engaged in battle, barely managing to tear open a path. After running for over a hundred meters, the fog suddenly dissipated, but the daylight also vanished.

The darkness, like a tangible viscous liquid, pressed in from all directions, so sticky it could suffocate one's breath, and even Shen Che's Shadow Hunting Power could not penetrate it. He raised his hand and flicked out three thin threads of shadow, probing the unknown area ahead, but it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier in front of him, and the shadow power suddenly dissipated without leaving a trace of feedback.

Sun Ruliang stared down at the detection instrument, his face turning deathly pale: "High-intensity energy interference has been detected! The instrument has malfunctioned! All the data is jumping around wildly!"

Lin Yue subconsciously clenched his fists, the vines in his hands uncontrollably coiling around him—this was his instinctive reaction when he was extremely nervous. The faint green light at his fingertips flickered, clearly indicating that he was in a state of mental turmoil.

Zhao Changfeng could no longer contain his excitement. He condensed three wind blades in his palm and slashed them forward fiercely: "Playing tricks!" The wind blades crashed forward, like stones sinking into the sea, without even a ripple. However, a tangible force of recoil made his tiger's mouth go numb.

"I'll give it a try." Liu Jiaqi took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart. A soft, healing light emanated from her fingertips as she cautiously touched the ground ahead. Her healing abilities inherently contained vitality, and perhaps they could resonate with the energy of the relics.

The moment the pale golden light seeped into the barrier, the entire valley suddenly lit up.

It was not light, but a five-colored radiance that surged from the depths of the earth, warm and smooth as amber, meandering along the ground and eventually converging into five enormous gates of light, suspended in the center of the valley.

The scene inside the door is clearly visible:

Beyond the first gate lay an endless expanse of golden wheat waves, the ears of wheat plump like golden grains;

The second section is a verdant rice paddy, with rice ears swaying gently amidst the rippling water;

The third section is a trellis laden with plump bean pods, lush and green;

The fourth row consists of drooping millet ears, gleaming with a deep brown sheen;

Inside the fifth door, there was only chaotic darkness, from which faint whispers could be heard, like countless people silently chewing.

"It's the Five Grains!" Sun Ruliang stared at the ancient seal characters above the gate. "Rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, corresponding to the five gates."

The shadows beneath Shen Che's feet flowed slowly as his gaze swept over the five portals of light. Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "There's no way out; we have no choice but to go in."

"Which gate should we choose?" Zhao Changfeng asked urgently, the wind blade in his palm still throbbing restlessly.

"Going in together will disperse our forces, and going in separately is too risky." Liu Jiaqi's voice was tense, her fingertips gleaming faintly. "But this place is eerie; if we split up..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Che had already stepped towards the nearest golden portal—the Mai Gate. The other four exchanged a glance and quickly followed, their tacit understanding needing no further explanation.

The moment you cross the threshold, the world changes abruptly.

A wave of heat hit me, carrying the burnt smell of wheat, making my nose sting. The boundless golden wheat fields stretched to the horizon, the ears of wheat so full they were almost eerie, each grain gleaming with a cold, hard, silvery-white luster, like cast metal particles.

The five people stood on the cracked ridge of the field. The soil beneath their feet was so dry that it would crumble at the slightest step, and a faint red glow emanated from the cracks.

"This is too strange." Lin Yue frowned, his fingertips tentatively touching the wheat stalks beside him. "Putting aside the fact that it's not wheat harvest season, the temperature here is at least forty degrees Celsius, and the wheat stalks are as hard as iron."

Before the words were even finished, the nearest few ears of wheat suddenly burst open, sending thousands of grains of wheat flying like steel balls.

Zhao Changfeng reacted the fastest, instantly raising a pale blue wind wall in his palm. The wheat grains that hit it sparked tiny sparks, producing a metallic, ear-piercing clanging sound that made people's eardrums hurt.

"Retreat!" Shen Che shouted, and the Shadow Hunter's shadow had already condensed into a shield in front of him.

But the portal behind them had vanished, replaced by endless fields of wheat. At the same time, the entire wheat field began to tremble violently, the cracks beneath their feet spread rapidly, the wheat ears swayed wildly, and more grains of wheat poured down like a torrential rain, dense and inescapable.

"Too many! I can't stop them at all!" Liu Jiaqi screamed. A grain of wheat grazed her shoulder, instantly tearing her clothes open, and blood gushed out. She gritted her teeth and pressed on the wound, her fingertips quickly covering it with a faint golden light, barely stopping the bleeding, but her face was already ashen.

Shen Che's Shadow Hunter surged forth like a tide, forming a semi-transparent, flowing barrier around the five people. The grains of wheat that collided with the shadows vanished silently. But the grains of wheat were endless, and spiderweb-like cracks quickly appeared on the barrier. Veins bulged on Shen Che's forehead, and his brows furrowed—the Shadow Hunter Dao excelled at surprise attacks but not at defense, and it couldn't withstand such indiscriminate attrition.

Even more deadly, five dark brown roots suddenly burst forth from the cracked soil, writhing and coiling towards the five people like giant pythons. The surface of the roots was covered with fine barbs, gleaming with an eerie light, clearly coated with potent poison.

Lin Yue hurriedly urged the vines to resist, but ordinary plants were as fragile as paper in front of this ancient root system. As soon as the vines touched the root system, they were torn apart by the barbs, and pale green spiritual light splashed out, like broken jade.

Zhao Changfeng's wind blades struck the roots repeatedly, leaving only shallow white marks. The rebound force made his wrists go numb, and he roared irritably, increasing the force of his strikes.

Shen Che split off three shadows to entangle the three roots, but the remaining two still broke through the defense, one piercing straight at Sun Ruliang and the other aiming straight for Liu Jiaqi's heart. He tried to split the shadows again, but found that his energy was already more than half depleted, and the cracks in the barrier were rapidly widening.

Time seemed to be slowed down.

As Liu Jiaqi stared at the gleaming tips of the roots, the fear of death gripped her heart instantly. She tried to dodge, but her body was bound by an invisible pressure.

Lin Yue's pupils contracted as he desperately urged the vines to rescue him, but he was a beat too late.

Zhao Changfeng roared and pushed the wind blades to their limit, but the distance was too far, and there was no time to react.

Sun Ruliang trembled with fear, dropping the instrument in his hand to the ground with a piercing crash...