130: Lu Chen's true strength!

Before Lu Chen could answer, the entire Kunlun Mountain suddenly shook violently.

The waterfall on the back mountain flowed backward, and the group of hanging coffins opened collectively, each shooting a beam of black light straight into the sky.

Old Wu's roar came from the direction of the library as the blood-seeping Bronze Gate swung wide open.

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Ignis was the first to rush toward the library, her flame demon greatsword carving a lava trench into the ground.

When everyone arrived, they saw Old Wu slumped in a pool of blood, his lantern rolling on the side.

He mechanically repeated, "It's the black water... it ate Little Zhang..."

Morning Dew's Holy Light swept across the ground, illuminating a few remaining scraps of uniform fabric.

Shelley immediately froze the entire area, and a struggling humanoid silhouette appeared beneath the ice.

Ning Xiwei summoned the Nether Ghost Fire; within the green flames, the final scene of Administrator Little Zhang being swallowed by black liquid appeared—the slime was clearly the animated text of the "Yongle Encyclopedia."

A divine codex of ancient civilization.

It had clearly been tampered with.

But why was it activated at such a time?

Even the things the academy guarded had become this unstable?

Lu Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of vigilance in his heart.

"Get back!" Lu Chen suddenly swung his sword toward the Void Realm.

A metallic clang erupted from where the tianwen sword struck, forcing a transparent entity to manifest—it was a monster composed entirely of small regular script from "The Analects," with ink dripping from every character.

Sun Feifei threw out a cinnabar rope to bind the monster, "Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi!"

The moment the incantation was uttered, the monster suddenly split into three parts: "Mencius," "Great Learning," and "Doctrine of the Mean."

Ignis took the opportunity to throw the flame demon sword: "Blazing Flames Incinerating the Three Thousand Realms!"

The crackling of burning codices echoed within the firelight, yet the sound of clear recitation drifted through the smell of charring.

These were all ancient Chinese codices of this world that possessed power.

At this moment, Lu Chen knew.

What "Heaven" was truly trying to do.

Humans preserved civilization through writing.

It was starting with these secret codices left behind by civilization.

Shelley immediately constructed an ice wall, only to find the cold air neutralized by some kind of power!

"It's absorbing our attacks to evolve!" Morning Dew saw through the mystery and shouted urgently. Simultaneously, she spread her six wings and flew to the dome, summoning her holy codex and turning to the "Book of Revelation": "Judgment Day, let the fire rain fall!"

However, the Holy Flame instead caused the text monster to expand threefold. The bamboo slips in the collection burst from their boxes one after another, joining the rampaging stream of characters.

The Ghost Fire in Lu Chen's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle tip; he saw a deeper truth!

—Behind every character, there were black lines as thin as spider silk. These threads pierced through the Void Realm, ending at that blood-colored vertical pupil shrouding the Guixu.

"These are all connections of Heavenly Dao Karma! We must cut their Karma lines with Heaven!" He roared, tossing out the golden compass. Three hundred copper coins formed the river map and book of luo formation in the air.

Ning Xiwei understood immediately. She bit her tongue and sprayed a mist of blood, "With my blood, trace back to the source!"

The blood mist transformed into a crimson net within the formation, actually managing to entangle those black lines.

Ignis and Shelley exchanged a glance, their flame and ice swords crossing as they slashed down.

Within the energy storm of interwoven extreme heat and extreme cold.

Sun Feifei once again summoned her life-bound Magical Artifact, the Yin-Yang Mirror, and shouted an incantation, "Universe Reversal, Evil Spirits Manifest!"

Under the mirror's light, the black lines emitted a screech like a crying infant.

Morning Dew seized the opportunity, her six wings fully spread as she chanted a holy song, "Shining Morning Star, Blade of Dawn!"

The giant sword condensed from Holy Light slashed toward the densest cluster of black lines, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier before it could touch them.

"You truly underestimate me!" Lu Chen snorted coldly. His skeletal true form manifested uncontrollably as his bone claws gripped the tianwen sword and stabbed into the center of the power vortex before him.

That was where a massive amount of spiritual power gathered.

If it were magic, it would have been broken long ago.

But this was power originating from ancient times, the very Origin of heaven and earth's spiritual power.

However, by doing this, Lu Chen would clearly suffer a backlash.

But Lu Chen didn't consider himself at all.

"Are you crazy?!" five voices cried out in alarm!

The tip of Lu Chen's sword plucked out a cluster of dancing black flames.

Lu Chen threw his life-bound Soul Fire toward the barrier and hoarsely chanted a forbidden technique, "—Undead Berserk!"

Burning my three souls to sacrifice to the heavens,

Incinerating my seven spirits to prove a past destiny.

If I can gain half a day to defy fate,

I dare to make Yin and Yang hang upside down!

At this moment, Lu Chen was just as he had been a hundred thousand years ago.

Resolute and calm.

The moment the black flames collided with the barrier, time and space seemed to stand still.

Everyone saw countless fragments of spiritual power splashing.

These fragments seemed to allow people to see many images.

They also reflected everyone's faces.

A hundred thousand years ago, Lu Chen carved a bronze coffin at Mount Li;

The bone talisman that fell from the sky when Ning Xiwei was born;

The skeletal figure holding a sword in the murals of the Ignis Family... Cracks finally appeared in the barrier, and Morning Dew's Holy Light sword took the opportunity to break through.

When the last black thread snapped, a rain of ink suddenly fell in the library, and all the rampaging characters returned to their codices.

In the arms of the unconscious Old Wu, a blood-colored hexagram appeared on the charred "Yongle Encyclopedia": Kan above, Li below—Wei Ji.

Before Lu Chen stumbled and fell, he saw the blood-colored vertical pupil flash and vanish in the Void Realm.

The five heroines reached out to catch him at the same time, only to find his body as light as a paper man—from the crack in his chest, Soul Power actually drifted out, inscribed with the words that he had kept a trick up his sleeve.

Bold indeed!

So many ancient civilization codices gathering powerful energy.

Yet they were actually quelled by him just like that.

How terrifying!

When Lu Chen woke up, it was already five days later.

Fortunately, he was merely an undead body.

He only needed to replenish his magic from the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Not to mention the magic replenishment from the girls.

So there were no issues.

But Kunlun Academy was clearly no longer safe either.

This point made Lu Chen a bit worried.

One day.

In the dissection room of the Kunlun Medical School, the incandescent lights sizzled, and fine bubbles rose to the surface of the formalin.

Assistant Lin, who was on the night shift, rubbed his tired eyes. When he looked up again, cold sweat instantly soaked his white coat—twenty-three dissection specimens stood neatly by the soaking pool, seal script from the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" appearing on their skin.

"Help...! Ugh!"

His phone suddenly began to automatically play the audio commentary for "Lingshu: Chapter on Meridians." The corpses all turned their heads in unison, black mycelium growing from their eye sockets.

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At the top of the Kunlun Academy bell tower, Lu Chen leaned against the inside of the bronze bell to recover from his injuries.

His fingertips rubbed the two characters "A'fang" on an ancient bronze scroll marriage certificate.

This was something from a hundred thousand years ago.

It was also his possession.

The former A'fang, now Ning Xiwei.

"Little Skeleton!!!"

Suddenly, Lu Chen heard Morning Dew's cry of alarm from below.

Looking down, the little nun was being chased by a group of students waving calligraphy scrolls, her Holy Light barrier splattered with ink dots.

"Student Lu!" Morning Dew spread her six wings and flew up to the bell tower, her hair still stained with wet ink. "The members of the Calligraphy and Painting Club have suddenly been affected by those ancient codices as well; they've all gone berserk and lost their sanity!"

The holy codex she clutched in her arms was seeping black blood, and oracle bone script patterns were appearing on the cross on its cover.

Lu Chen flipped down from the bronze bell, the scabbard of the tianwen sword hooking Morning Dew's waist. "Hold on tight."