198: Heaven and earth reversed! Chaos reigned forever.

"Reversing Heaven and Earth!" As Lu Chen spun, his sword tassel swept across the Kan position, and a galaxy-like waterfall suddenly descended from the arena's dome.

The Elven Magister's elemental chains had not yet touched the edge of the Bagua formation before they were drenched into a drowned rat by the Sword Intent of "Flying down three thousand feet."

A magic rune scholar in the spectator stands suddenly acted as if he were having an epileptic seizure, pointing at Lu Chen and stuttering:

"—Those!!! They are the patterns from the sinking of the Bronze Divine Tree in the previous Secret Realm, they are exactly the same."

Bronze Divine Tree?

Lu Chen heard this voice.

His mood sank to the bottom.

Has the Bronze Divine Tree actually appeared in this world too?

Then many things would make sense!

The holy shroud in the hands of the Vatican's ascetic monks suddenly spontaneously combusted.

As they chanted the final chapter of "Revelation," Lu Chen's tianwen sword happened to pierce into the Qian position: "In the Northern Ocean, there is a fish, its name is Kun."

The ancient characters of "Zhuangzi: Free and Easy Wandering" materialized within the Holy Light, and the angel phantom summoned by the ascetic monks had not yet spread its wings before it was swallowed into a vortex by a giant Kun formed from ink and wash.

Lu Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Nothing more than this!"

Nita's crimson eyes shed tears of blood.

She saw the blood moon of the night of the First Embrace emerge within Lu Chen's Sword Qi; the plants from the "Classic of Poetry" and the mountain spirits from the "Songs of Chu" were dismantling the proudest creations of the Western magic System, as if they were mere symbols at the foundation of civilization.

Nita was inspired.

The power within her Bloodline was helping her improve.

This was as wondrous as an Epiphany.

The methods of Cultivate are myriad and strange.

But all changes lead back to the same origin.

This is Lu Chen's Dao.

And it is the experience he imparted to Nita.

And this little girl clearly understands it now.

A certain vampire prince crushed his heirloom ring, and the emerald ring face reorganized into magic symbols amidst the eerie sound waves.

The seventh challenger was a Dragon Knight wearing nano-armor.

His mount spewed Dragon breath capable of melting vibranium, but Lu Chen used his sword as a pen to write "Ode to the Red Cliff" in the Void Realm:

"—White dew spans the river, the water's light touches the sky."

"—Flame Breath!"

The ultimate Moves collided!

The river breeze and bright moon drenched the flame breath into a field of apricot blossom rain.

The billboards of the competitive training ground's corporate sponsors lit up on the big screen—their pride and joy, the combat power assessment System, was now presenting the dimensions of Eastern Xianxia.

This world contains the East, and it is the extremely mysterious Eastern Divine Land.

When the last Elemental Lord was suppressed by Lu Chen's powerful Sword Qi, using "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" as the Sword Intent, directly with the sword shadow of a startled swan!

The Bagua formation was already filled with fallen challengers.

The wind pressure generated when Lu Chen sheathed his sword tore the corporate-sponsored holographic advertisements into shreds.

Nita, having recovered from the wondrous feeling of Epiphany, was shocked to discover that her shadow power was evolving:

—The blood-colored energy roaming in her Meridians was spontaneously arranging itself into mutually influencing circular trajectories.

"Lesson over." Lu Chen flicked off the magic crystal dust clinging to his sword tassel, the Dragon roar of the tianwen sword returning to its sheath perfectly matching the moment of his stylish finish.

Amidst the silence of the hundred thousand spectators, only Nita heard the trembling sound of the jade flute in Lu Chen's sleeve—!

It was something he had picked up in the Constantinople black market this morning from the Eastern Divine Land, the flute body still carved with characters from the Eastern Divine Land, reading the seal script for "Nine Heavens," and at this moment, that sound seemed to resonate with the gradually dissipating magic of the arena.

The corporate representatives left the seats one by one, their holographic projections arguing in the corridor:

"We must rewrite the 'Combat Power Assessment White Paper'!"

"Contact the Cultivator Association of the Eastern Divine Land immediately!"

"That sword... the power coefficient of that sword exceeds 9.7! The Eastern Divine Land doesn't have such a thing, do they?"

"Damn, the full score is only ten, Your Excellency! —He's 9.7?"

When Nita jumped down from the spectator stand, her dark red leather shoes crushed a crystal lens dropped by a Magister.

She saw Lu Chen sitting in the center with his eyes closed, regulating his breath, while healing spells were appearing on the bodies of the defeated challengers.

At this moment, the arena's inherent magic was taking effect.

—This crushing performance had not even incurred a single bit of karmic sin from killing.

It seemed that big brother Lu Chen did not wantonly harvest the lives of these challengers.

Big brother Lu Chen did not seem to be so fond of slaughter either.

But every time he made a Move, it was as if he were a butcher of men.

Just as if he had slaughtered countless people, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It was daunting.

An emperor from Hell.

Nita always had this feeling.

But, now she was not so afraid of Lu Chen.

She always felt that he was just a gentle big brother.

...

The rainstorm in New Rome was carrying magic crystal dust from the sky today.

The dome of the Pantheon in the distance refracted an eerie aurora.

Nita stepped barefoot over the runes of the Holy Angel Bridge, the dark red energy on the soles of her feet branding the healing spell she had just learned into the marble.

She could actually learn healing magic.

This was all thanks to big brother Lu Chen's teaching.

Big brother Lu Chen could cast Holy Light-type healing magic, which surprised her even more.

And big brother Lu Chen had even taught it to her.

Nita felt that big brother Lu Chen was full of secrets.

The galaxy Sword Intent from the coliseum three days ago was still playing on the holographic news feed.

And at this moment, she was being taken by Lu Chen to the Neon Abyss at the bottom of the Tiber River—this underwater ruin, sunken for a thousand years, was being transformed into the black market's largest magic item auction house.

"Your heartbeat is faster than the midnight bell of Constantinople," Lu Chen suddenly stopped and said.

He raised his hand, his sleeve embroidered with Eastern scenery brushing against Nita's earlobe.

The young girl hurriedly stepped back half a step, the blood-suppressing device on her lace choker bumping against the edge of the bronze sword case, splashing up girlish thoughts that made her somewhat shy.

Lu Chen smiled, raised his hand to summon light, illuminating the floating oracle bone script notice ahead:

—"The 79th Abyss Auction, carrying holy relics into the venue is prohibited."

"How much do the people here dislike the Church?" Lu Chen joked, "Holy relics are treasures, they are all artifacts left behind in the Church's history. Not to mention whether they have magic, even ordinary ones can sell for a good price, but they actually don't want them. Interesting."

The vampire guard at the entrance of the auction house suddenly had his pupils contract.

When the silver cross on Nita's neck was reflected in the other party's iris, Lu Chen's sword case had already begun to overflow with a faint scent of ink.

"Your Excellency is Lu Chen? You are the young vampire girl who has recently risen to fame? Known as the New Moon of the arena?"

The guard's electronic prosthetic eye blinked three times, and finally, he bowed and let them pass in front of the two gold coins that drifted from Lu Chen's sleeve.

Lu Chen did not answer this.

Because he actually already knew the answer.

After all, he had been bringing Nita around recently and had really been stealing the spotlight.

A noble who was once in the West, whose ancestors came from the East.

At least the identity information was like that.

The mechanical octopus on the dome led the two to private room number three.

As soon as Nita's body touched the nanofiber seat, the holographic projection bloomed with the auction list on her lap.