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

The aftershocks of Shumen's energy had not yet dissipated, and it wasn't just Lin Yue whose abilities had been enhanced.

Zhao Changfeng unleashed a wind blade, its blade wrapped in fine ice crystals; the freezing properties of the blue bean had somehow been incorporated into his wind blade.

Liu Jiaqi took a deep breath, and her healing power surged, instantly clearing away the toxins in her body with a purifying effect. Zhao Changfeng's festering wounds also began to scab over quickly.

Sun Ruliang's eyes suddenly cleared, his five senses became exceptionally sharp, and he was able to operate the detection instruments with ease.

As the shadowy figures surrounding Shen Che shifted, they carried a faint aura of "life".

"Two levels left."

Shen Che looked up at the newly appeared light gate at the end of the trellis. Behind the gate was an endless expanse of dark brown ears of grain, hanging low like waves, exuding an even heavier sense of oppression than before.

"Jimen, let's go."

Beyond the Shennong ruins, the wind and snow grew increasingly violent.

The cold wind of Shennong Mountain swirled with snowflakes, scraping against Chen Mo, Zhao Lei, and Su Wan's faces like knives, icy and biting, but far less so than the anxiety in their hearts.

The cave entrance in the distance, which was clearly hidden, now resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast, swallowing Lu Yu's figure and everyone's peace of mind.

"When are the people from the Shouzhen Bureau finally arriving?!"

Zhao Lei slammed his fist on the snow-covered rock beside him. Snow fell in a flurry, and his fist turned red from the cold. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was hoarse with urgency. "Lu Yu is fighting so many bastards with guns and unknown monsters all by himself in there. He can't hold on!"

Su Wan pressed her lips tightly together, her face as pale as paper. A faint, ethereal silver light flickered at her fingertips. Before, she could vaguely sense Lu Yu's presence, but now all she felt was a chaotic flow of energy and a complete sense of isolation. This made her panic, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably: "I can't sense him anymore... I can only feel that the energy in the cave is very chaotic, not only the people who chased us before, but also the presence of many other life forms..."

Chen Mo remained relatively calm, but his furrowed brows and frequent glances at the communicator in the Watcher's hand betrayed his inner turmoil.

He forced himself to analyze: "The enemy has fierce firepower and is well-organized. The area behind the stone gate should be their core area, with more armed personnel and protective measures. Lu Yu is covering our retreat to ensure our survival. If we rush in, we will only distract him and leave him vulnerable to attacks from both sides. We must wait for professional support; this is the safest option at the moment."

"Someone's coming!"

Su Wan suddenly looked up, her eyes brightening. A faint resonance came from her spiritual power, bringing a touch of color to her pale face. "There's also a powerful aura of the Great Dao in the distance, very cold and heavy!"

Deep in the snowstorm, four figures moved steadily forward. There were no vehicles or lights; they braved the blizzard on foot. They were the Watchers who had received the distress signal and rushed to the scene from a nearby patrol point.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of a special engine came from the end of the mountain road. A black off-road vehicle equipped with snow chains and snow tires sped up, cutting through half a meter of snow. It made a clean drift and stopped in front of everyone. The snow sprayed up by the tires was instantly swept away by the cold wind.

An elderly man with gray hair got out of the back seat of the vehicle. He was wearing a worn military green coat. His face was sculpted, and his wrinkles showed the marks of time. However, his eyes were as calm as a frozen lake, without a ripple.

As soon as he stood still, the snowflakes and water vapor in the air within a radius of dozens of meters around him instantly froze in mid-air, forming an eerie stillness. Even the howling cold wind seemed to have been paused. Only within three feet of him, the snowflakes automatically changed their trajectory and slowly drifted down around him, as if paying homage to this master of ice and snow.

"Han Bingshuo, Zhongzhou Branch of the Shouzhen Bureau." The old man's voice was not loud, but it carried an air of authority that pierced through the wind and snow. His gaze swept over Chen Mo and the other two. "We've seen the Battle of No. 11 Middle School."

"Senior Han!" The Watcher, who had been staring at the deep pit, visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "The situation is urgent. Four collaborators have been attacked by unidentified armed men, one of whom is trapped inside the cave. The attackers are armed with firearms."

"Senior Han." Chen Mo steadied his breathing and quickly reported the situation.

He didn't miss a single detail: the enhanced phantom, the man in black behind the stone door, the type of firearms the enemy used, and Lu Yu's position when he covered their retreat. Zhao Lei added from the side, especially expressing lingering fear regarding the phantom's astonishing defensive capabilities and the man in black's combat prowess. Su Wan then whispered that she sensed a large number of life forms inside the cave, indicating that the enemy's numbers far exceeded those who had come out to pursue them.

Old Han listened quietly, his expression growing increasingly solemn. When he heard "strengthening the ethereal spirit" and "the patterns of the Great Dao," a deep look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Enhanced ethereal spirits... and they even possess power resembling Dao patterns? This is no ordinary ethereal spirit uprising. And these armed personnel... it seems we've stumbled upon a sizable secret lair."

He turned and walked towards the cave entrance, his steps steady, each step freezing the snow beneath his feet into ice. "Follow me."

The cave entrance remained deep and dark, like a throat leading to the earth's core.

Old Han slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward. At that moment, the wind stopped.

No, it wasn't that the wind stopped—it was that all the snowflakes, ice crystals, and moisture in the air within a radius of tens of meters around him froze in mid-air, forming a strange, still field.

Then, the snowflakes and ice crystals frozen in mid-air suddenly began to move. They were no longer flying around randomly, but instead swirled and gathered rapidly around his palm, gradually condensing into a palm-sized transparent ice compass. The compass was covered with intricate frost patterns, like ancient runes. When light passed through it, it refracted cold rainbows, making the darkness at the cave entrance faintly visible.

"What I inherited," Old Han's voice was exceptionally clear in the absolute silence, "is the 'Eternal Frozen Road' of the winter god 'Bialma' in Sami mythology."

Old Han's cultivation level had been stuck at the 4-star Imperial Dao Realm for a long time. He already had a deep foundation, and he gained some insights during the last campus defense battle. Now he has broken through to the 5-star Transformation Realm and is in the snow and ice, which is like his home field. He can unleash several times the power he had before!

With a slight turn of his wrist, the icy compass shattered into countless ice crystals, but instead of falling, it hovered in the air, quickly piecing itself together to form a three-dimensional diagram of the cave entrance, even vaguely outlining the area beyond the stone gate.

"This is domain-specific perception, capable of covering a range of over 100 meters within the cave. Young man, Shen Che praised you for having eyes that can see through illusions. Now, tell me your thoughts on how we can bring them out?"