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

The afterglow of Ji Gate completely vanished behind them; the five people fell not into space, but into an absolute "nothingness".

There was no light, no darkness, no up or down, no sound. Even his own heartbeat and breathing seemed to be swallowed up by this chaos. Sun Ruliang's instrument screen was completely black. It wasn't that the equipment was broken, but that there were no detectable dimensions here. Even the boundary between energy and matter had become blurred.

"Trespasser".

The moment the sound rang out, the chaos was not torn apart, but rather covered by an older, heavier will.

The five people "sensed" that they were standing on a void altar, surrounded by slowly rotating stardust. In the center of the stardust, a colossal will that could not be described by form and could only be defined by "existence" slowly descended.

That was not an image, nor a remnant soul, but a "decree" solidified in the long river of time, carrying the unique majesty of ancient gods.

"I am the punishment left here by Shennong." The will roared, each word like a star striking, crashing into the depths of the five people's consciousness, bringing pain and awe that were almost like their souls being scattered.

"This place is not for you to set foot in, and the inheritance is not for you to covet. The first four valleys were defended by the great formation on its own, and you were lucky to survive; this millet gate is the final punishment for disturbing the sacred peace and tampering with the secrets of heaven."

A chill ran down their spines, and the five of them felt a cold shiver down their backs—the life-or-death obstacles of the first four trials were merely "defense mechanisms," and this fifth trial was the real death penalty!

"There are three kinds of punishments, which are irreversible and insurmountable."

The verdict was delivered with a cold, detached tone, devoid of any emotion, and executed with the strictness of a procedure.

"Firstly, it dissipates one's energy."

An invisible force suddenly seized the core of everyone's energy.

Shen Che's shadow power shattered and evaporated like frozen ink; Lin Yue's intimate connection with plants was brutally severed, and there was no green left on his fingertips.

The whirlwind around Zhao Changfeng suddenly dissipated, and even his breathing became labored; the healing light in Liu Jiaqi's palm dimmed and extinguished instantly, and the warm energy vanished without a trace.

The instrument in Sun Ruliang's hand crackled and popped as its intricate internal structure silently disintegrated, and all readings returned to zero.

The power they relied on for survival was irresistibly stripped away, and a wave of weakness washed over them. The five of them staggered, almost unable to stand, their meridians empty, leaving only a bone-chilling emptiness.

Secondly, cultivate the mind.

The chaos re-emerges and changes, not by presenting scenes, but by directly infusing five extreme painful "circumstances" into the depths of the soul; the will's explanation is as cold and ruthless as a knife:

"Sorghum is a sacrificial offering, which communicates with ghosts and gods, and also reflects the inner demons. This punishment will become a real purgatory, where you will have to endure the endless suffering arising from the flaws in your Dao heart, until your souls are obliterated or your Dao heart collapses, leaving you as a madman with only instincts."

As soon as the words were spoken, the scene before the five people exploded, but it was no longer an illusion that they "saw," but an incredibly real "encounter" that directly affected their consciousness.

Shen Che "becomes" the supreme commander of the Central Plains Defense Bureau, and the city is already doomed.

He watched as, because of his order to "play it safe," team after team of familiar comrades—including Zhao Changfeng and Lin Yue—voluntarily gave their lives to buy time, only to be torn apart and chewed up by the spirits.

He held a talisman in his palm, capable of instantly reversing the tide of battle, but at the cost of sacrificing the souls of 100,000 civilians in the city.

Ten thousand vivid faces cried out before his eyes, and he heard the dying roars and plea of ​​"I believe in you" from his comrades. Every second, comrades fell, and every breath was accompanied by the torture of conscience. He had to choose between "sacrificing the minority" and "ruining the whole situation".

Lin Yue "returns" to the day his abilities awaken.

He watched as the rampant vines he had unconsciously created entangled his beloved family and neighbors.

He tried desperately to control it, but he was as powerless as he had been back then. He could clearly "feel" the vines digging into his flesh and watched as his loved ones were transformed into ethereal spirits one by one under his power. The wood-type energy in his body was like poison; the more anxious he became, the tighter the vines wrapped around him.

He repeatedly experienced the guilt of causing tragedy due to his "incompetence." With each cycle, the cries of his loved ones became clearer, as if his soul was being repeatedly torn apart.

Zhao Changfeng was "trapped" in an absolutely solid, transparent force field.

Outside the force field, the teammates who died tragically years ago are reliving their deaths—the images of being torn apart by phantoms and dying from energy depletion are vividly clear.

He possessed the power to shatter force fields, but the price was that the shockwave from the shattering force field would detonate a giant psionic bomb in the city below, annihilating millions. He roared, pleaded, and cursed, but there was no response from the outside world; he could only watch helplessly as his teammates repeated their deaths…

This time, he clearly "knew" that if he hadn't acted impulsively and rashly, and if he had been strong and calm enough, his teammates could have survived.

He was deprived of all possibility of action; "impulse" and "regret" became a cage, repeatedly tormenting his mind.

Liu Jiaqi is "in the midst of" a spreading and terrifying plague.

Her healing abilities remained intact, but they were far outpaced by the rate of infection.

She had to personally choose the priority of treatment: the crying child in front of her, or the critically ill elderly person next door? The doctors and firefighters who kept the city running, or ordinary citizens who were infected but still had a chance to live?

Every choice meant giving up other lives. She "felt" the lives of those she abandoned slipping through her fingers. Their despair and resentment clung to her like a tangible reality. Meanwhile, the source of the plague was constantly creating new infected individuals. No matter how hard she tried, the death toll continued to rise.

The belief in "healing" was repeatedly scorched on the scales of despair, and she endured the dual torment of "giving up" and "being powerless."

Sun Ruliang "faces" an ultimate paradox about "knowledge".

He "obtained" an ancient technological blueprint that could immediately resolve the global ethereal crisis, but the knowledge structure of this blueprint contained an "indestructible logic virus."

Using it can resolve crises, but all those who come into contact with this knowledge will gradually lose their humanity and become absolutely rational monsters who disregard life.

If it is sealed away, the ethereal crisis will devour billions of people, and he is the only one who knows the "solution".

He was forced to repeatedly "deduce" the consequences of the two choices, and every detail was incredibly real—the images of the Virtuosos, twisted by the virus, slaughtering civilians and the wails of the phantoms spreading all over the world flashed alternately in his mind, and reason itself became the cruelest tool of torture.

Thirdly, Nirvana.

The will declared in conclusion, "Once you have exhausted your soul power in your respective cultivation, or your Dao heart has collapsed, everything here, including any trace of your existence, will be completely erased. This is the price of intrusion."

There is no way out, no reward, only the stripping away of power, the torment of the soul, and the ultimate nothingness.

The five individuals' consciousnesses sank and floated in their own inner hells, the extreme moral dilemmas like steel knives, almost instantly crushing their minds.

This is not a test of "making the right choice," but rather to make them repeatedly experience the weight of consequences in the most cruel choices, until their souls can no longer bear it and are annihilated.

The most inescapable and fatal punishment is the one that strikes at the heart.