125: Fight against heaven and earth!

At this moment, those corpses of Northern Abyss suddenly opened their eyes!

A cackling laugh erupted: "Brother Lu, this game started from that moment a hundred thousand years ago... do you think you can escape the eyes of Heaven?"

This voice seemed to possess magic.

It was like a forbidden technique specifically targeting Lu Chen.

Suddenly, it caused Lu Chen's Soul Fire to dim.

That was a hundred thousand years ago... in the Far North Wilderness, the dying Northern Abyss was resurrected by him using an undead forbidden technique!

—So the so-called Reincarnation of Heavenly Dao was nothing more than a piece Northern Abyss used for Rebirth!

Lu Chen was calculating, the Heavenly Dao was calculating, and Northern Abyss was plotting even more!

Within this blur of illusory afterimages, atop the giant Bronze Tree, Xu Fu was playing the zither and singing!

Those twelve zither strings were all Human Sovereign Bones.

Lu Chen, situated in the sky above them, held a Golden Sword and wailed to the heavens!

The inscriptions on the sword spine glowed with an icy blue light—that was Northern Abyss's handwriting!

Engraved upon it were verses of sacrifice of living beings, attached with the powerful strength of living beings!

The poem engraved above read,

“Discarding ninety thousand layers of mountains and rivers, meeting with a smile to sacrifice to the east wind.”

“Though this body falls, the Dao is not extinguished; I dare to command the sun and moon to bring a new sky!”

Instantly, Lu Chen opened his eyes and saw the Guixu beginning to collapse.

Lu Chen hurriedly split the Void Realm, pushed the women out, and turned toward the top of the Bronze Tree.

His last look back reflected the stars reversing!

Then the 'Northern Abysses' in the ice coffins laughed in unison:

“—The Heaven-Slaying Game against the Heavens has only just begun! Your sins shall never be redeemed!”

When Lu Chen opened his eyes again,

he was inside an illusion.

“This is?”

Lu Chen saw the person in front of him and was slightly stunned!

—The elder Xu Fu!

The surrounding world was exceptionally beautiful.

It did not seem like heaven and earth!

Twilight poured like a rusted copper furnace, tempering the sea of clouds into a piece of red molten iron.

Lu Chen stepped through the ripples of the Void Realm and saw the black-clothed elder Xu Fu fishing under a Star Waterfall—the fishing rod in his hand was half a Dragon bone, and nine tortoise shells hung at the end of the line, each engraved with broken civilization totems.

Those were the civilizations that disappeared one after another a hundred thousand years ago.

Civilizations that perished in succession!

As Xu Fu shook his sleeves, the tortoise shells turned into fireflies and scattered, piecing together a grand star map in the night sky: the center was bright white like molten gold, but the periphery was wrapped in spiderweb-like cracks.

“This is the Will Furnace of all living beings.” Xu Fu tapped the central light spot with his fingertip, and the bright light actually made a cry like an infant, “At first it was just a spark of prayer from all living beings, but when it swallowed the seven emotions of the Mortal World, it refined mercy into violence and forged hope into despair.”

Lu Chen gazed at the struggling soul shadows in the cracks of the star map, seeing a hundred thousand moths using their bones as firewood, burning themselves into the flames.

Lightning chains hung from the dome of the furnace, striking the souls that tried to climb into ash, just as a certain Ancient King sighed: 'Light is originally a deeper prison.'”

Xu Fu suddenly threw the fishing rod into the star river and fished up a Bronze Square Ding.

The boiling black mist in the ding condensed into a pale hand, blood rain leaking from between the fingers.

“This is the Hand of Heaven, the manifestation of the furnace's will... A hundred thousand years ago, what you cut down was this remnant body of Heaven's Incarnation!”

He said as he scooped up a handful of blood water, which reflected the collapse of cities and the change of civilizations, and added: “When the furnace detects a new spark about to ignite, it sends down Heavenly Punishment to re-refine the human world, once every hundred thousand years, the Reincarnation never stops, unending, just like a potter smashing undried clay just to monopolize the temperature of the kiln fire.”

Lu Chen's brow suddenly throbbed with pain, and a shocking image was reflected in his Divine Sense:

A million Cultivators used their spines as bows, tempering their obsessions into arrows and shooting them toward the sky.

The rain of arrows spontaneously combusted before touching the furnace, and more brilliant fire lotuses bloomed in the ashes.

“When the moths fly to the fire, do they ever regret?” Xu Fu's voice came.

Lu Chen smiled and said firmly: “Only seeking to live, even in death, no regrets!”

The elder Xu Fu nodded and picked up a burning arrowhead; in the scorch marks, there was a faint silhouette of a mother holding an infant.

Xu Fu moved the stars of the heavens in the illusion to fall into the ding, refining a glazed dagger: “Regret is also fuel! Back then, the wailing of the three thousand children of Penglai helped me glimpse the cracks in the furnace—the obsessions of all living beings gathered into a blade can pierce through the barriers of the Reincarnation of Heavenly Dao.”

Three thousand children?

Also a grand blood sacrifice.

But compared to all living beings, it seemed like nothing.

Lu Chen had always disagreed.

Even now!

“The path I take has always been different from yours!” Lu Chen spoke bluntly, even after a hundred thousand years, “I am used to fighting heaven and earth alone!”

The elder Xu Fu was slightly stunned, but then he laughed helplessly.

He sighed: “Indeed, that is you. You and I follow different Daos, but we plot together, reaching the same end by different paths!”

Suddenly, thunder exploded from within the ding, and the Hand of Heaven swelled like a cloud hanging from the sky, with billions of red pupils opening in the palm.

Xu Fu's sleeves fluttered like battle flags as he stabbed the dagger into his own chest, pulling out half a spine wrapped in runes: “In the past, the shamans of the Chu Region used bones to divine the heavens; back then, this old man used his vertebrae as a pen!”

He used his spine dipped in blood to write in the void, the characters turning into chains that bound the Hand of Heaven.

Seeing this, Lu Chen knew these were things that had happened before.

He even remembered what happened then and what everyone did.

He saw Xu Fu bite his fingertip and draw a Taiji in his palm; the Yin and Yang fish actually tore open a corner of the furnace, leaking the clear light from the beginning of Chaos.

“Excellent! This is called 'New sprouts growing from the depths of the tribulation ash'.” Xu Fu's figure gradually faded, turning into blue smoke and merging into the cracks of the star map, “Remember, the furnace is but a reflection of the heart-fire of all living beings. When a hundred thousand moths no longer chase the light, but instead use the fire of their own burning bodies to illuminate each other—that will be the moment the new candle breaks the night.”

As the lingering sound dissipated, Lu Chen saw the blood water in the ding had condensed into amber, sealing a cluster of leaping blue flames, and in the center of the flame sat a jade pupa unraveling its cocoon.

Lu Chen understood in his heart.

The surrounding environment gradually faded, yet he was still within that Guixu Secret Realm.

The only difference was that he remembered all the past events.

Xu Fu's figure gradually receded.

Lu Chen sighed to the heavens!

“Am I truly all alone?”

The shocking scenes from a hundred thousand years ago continued to appear before Lu Chen's eyes:

A hundred thousand broken swords were stuck all over the mountains, each blade engraved with the inscription 'Rather cut Reincarnation than kneel to Heaven'.”

Those experts stuck between heaven and earth opened their hollow eye sockets one after another, and from their throat bones erupted roars that shook the star river.

At this moment, blood lines suddenly seeped from Lu Chen's seven orifices, but something deep in his Divine Soul was resonating.

He saw golden Mars flowing in his Bloodline, and in each spark sat a cross-legged phantom—those were actually the remnant souls of Cultivators of past generations who shook the heavens with their lives!

“Even if it's just me, I will never bow my head!”

Lu Chen said through gritted teeth!

The blood-stained corners of the young man's mouth curled into a mad arc, and he suddenly used his fingers as a sword to carve four lines of blood characters in the void:

“You feed on all living beings as straw dogs,”

“I use human souls to forge sword light.”

“Ninety thousand green blades intercept the heavenly orbit,”

“Planting a proud sun in the depths of the tribulation ash!”

—As each word took shape, the stars of the heavens shifted.

Lu Chen's black hair rolled back like a flag, and gold-red blood flames ignited around him. In that flame, a hundred thousand sword-wielding phantoms appeared, letting out a long roar that shattered the Karma chains inch by inch!

Lu Chen is back!