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

The boy, soaking wet as if he had just been pulled from the water, was none other than Lu Yu, who had ventured into the core of the ruins from the perilous underground river.

Time rewinds...

The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed my consciousness like a tidal wave.

The water deep within the underground river is no longer a liquid, but a solidified darkness that violently surges in through the mouth, nose, ear canals, and even every pore, robbing the last bit of air from the lungs.

Lu Yu's consciousness floated in the boundless darkness, like a small boat in a raging storm, which could be swallowed up at any moment.

Am I going to die here?

I'm not giving up! Grandma's whereabouts are still unknown, Teacher Liu's resurrection is still uncertain, my friends are still anxiously waiting outside the cave, and I still have unfinished responsibilities on my shoulders... How can I stop here!

A powerful will to survive erupted like wildfire in the dying embers of his consciousness. This will pushed the Spirit Plant Returning to Origin Body to its absolute limit, surpassing all previous boundaries.

Just then, through his hazy perception, he caught a glimpse of something extremely tiny in the water.

It is moss clinging to rocks, aquatic plant spores drifting with the undercurrent, and algae rooted in the crevices of rocks, almost invisible to the naked eye.

These extremely faint signs of life in the plants, which would normally not even elicit a response from the Spirit Plant Returning Body, have now become the only lifeline for the drowning person!

Devour! Transform!

A cool, refreshing scent stubbornly seeped against the icy river water into his collapsing body. Like fireflies in the night, faint yet steadfast, it kept a flickering light in his heart in the deathly darkness.

He didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity—when suddenly a deafening roar came from ahead! An irresistible force seized him, violently throwing him out of the constraints of the underground river!

"boom--!!"

In a dizzying moment, he crashed heavily into a cold pool of water. The immense impact caused him to cough up several mouthfuls of murky river water, and the long-lost air rushed into his lungs, bringing a burning sweetness.

He breathed heavily, lying on the edge of the shallow water, completely exhausted, coughing violently. Each breath brought excruciating pain to his entire body, as if his chest was being torn apart.

After catching his breath, he looked up, glanced around, and froze.

This is not outside the mountains, but an incredible underground secret realm.

Instead of a rocky ceiling, a hazy halo of light, like a slowly rotating aurora borealis, illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime. Directly ahead, a massive waterfall cascaded down like a silver river, roaring into the pool below and sending up a cloud of mist. All around grew many exotic flowers and rare herbs never seen before, radiating a shimmering glow. The air was filled with the crisp, refreshing scent of hundreds of medicinal fragrances, each breath invigorating the spirit.

Could such a hidden paradise be found inside Shennong Mountain?

His gaze was involuntarily drawn to the huge blue stone in the center of the pool below the waterfall.

The smooth bluestone was like a mirror, and a figure stood quietly on it.

It was not a physical entity, but a phantom formed from a hazy halo, dressed in simple linen clothes, exuding an indescribable majesty and compassion, as if it had been one with this world since time immemorial.

Just by being swept by the "gaze" of that phantom, the budding Hundred Herbs Dao within him trembled uncontrollably, emitting a reverent resonance from its very source.

This feeling is exactly the same as the divine will of Nuwa and Feng Hou in the Hub of Myriad Paths!

Lu Yu forced himself to stand up, staggered towards the bluestone, and bowed respectfully: "Junior Lu Yu has mistakenly entered the sacred land of the senior. Please forgive me."

The phantom did not respond, but simply "watched" him silently.

A moment later, a calm yet resounding voice echoed through the sea of ​​consciousness: "Bearing two paths, with conflicting foundations, spiritual plants serve as a guide, seeking life amidst death. Your physique and experiences are indeed in line with the test of the Millet Sect. Having observed the cultivation of others' hearts, you must personally endure their punishment. If you pass, you will gain an opportunity; if you perish, you will turn to dust."

Before the words were even finished, the scene before their eyes suddenly changed!

The tranquil underground secret realm vanished instantly, replaced by a chaotic void. Five distinct yet equally torrents of consciousness, each filled with extreme pain, surged violently into his senses—his soul seemed to be forcibly cleaved into five parts, simultaneously enduring five layers of mental torture!

He "transformed" into Shen Che, and faced with the choice that could reverse the battle by sacrificing 100,000 souls, he roared that he refused to trade the lives of all living beings, even if it meant facing a complete defeat, he would still uphold the bottom line of the true protector who safeguards all living beings.

The next moment, his consciousness switched to Lin Yue. The sensation of the vines digging into his flesh was so real it sent shivers down his spine, but he firmly believed that the true purpose of power was to protect. Even if he couldn't change the tragedy, he wanted to ensure that his loved ones could feel peace in their final moments, rather than be harmed a second time by his own power.

Before he could escape despair, he was "trapped" in a transparent force field, becoming Zhao Changfeng. Impulsiveness and regret gnawed at his mind like venomous snakes, but he suddenly closed his eyes and bowed deeply to his teammates in the illusion—the meaning of living is not to dwell on the past, but to protect the present with the sentiments of the deceased, and certainly not to exchange more sacrifices for redemption.

In a shift of consciousness, he found himself once again "in the midst of a spreading plague," becoming Liu Jiaqi. The despair and resentment of the abandoned clung to him as if they were tangible, yet he suddenly raised his hand, transforming all his healing power into countless rays of light, equally illuminating every life, regardless of age or status. He knelt down to clean a child's wounds, knowing it was futile, yet upholding the purity of a healer's compassion, refusing to be bound by the shackles of the "best choice."

Finally, he "faced" that forbidden ancient technological blueprint and became Sun Ruliang. Reason and conscience clashed violently, but he turned around to deduce the virus defense mechanism—the value of knowledge is never to create destruction, but to protect life and to uphold the bottom line of humanity.

Five layers of torment, like five red-hot irons, simultaneously seared the depths of his soul. The tearing pain of making choices, the uncontrollable guilt, the agony of regret, the struggle of deciding, and the torment of reason intertwined to form an impenetrable purgatory.

His consciousness was repeatedly teetering on the brink of collapse. The vitality of his spiritual plant body was being rapidly depleted. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his whole body convulsed violently, his meridians felt as if they were being pierced by steel needles, and his divine sense felt as if it were being torn apart.

But he never gave up resisting! He was not resisting the illusion itself, but every choice that would cause the guardian's heart to collapse, and every "shortcut" that came at the cost of sacrifice.

On the blue stone in the center of the pool, the phantom of Shennong stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the struggling boy. The originally calm aura rippled slightly, as if scrutinizing him, or perhaps expecting him.

Meanwhile, Lu Yu's spiritual plant returning to its origin is undergoing a profound transformation amidst extreme pain and resistance.