Chapter 656: The Bizarre Rules

Chen Yan felt a chill in his heart.

He suspected that it was not just him, but all the martial artists within the Five Clans Conflict who had entered this illusion.

Chen Yan did not recognize the girl, but it was clear she was not a native of this illusion.

Chen Yan looked at the window beside him; the reflection in the glass revealed the face of a young and ordinary man.

This was not Chen Yan's own appearance.

Chen Yan looked to his side; his desk mate was a girl who was also frowning at this moment, mumbling "Le, Le, Le" indistinctly.

Within the entire classroom, among the seventy-some students, at least ten of them were currently wearing dazed and confused expressions, going through the motions of chanting this bizarre poem.

They were also observing their surroundings, and several had even noticed Chen Yan.

"Read louder! Did you not eat breakfast?"

The female teacher swept her cold gaze over Chen Yan and the others; her aura was frigid, and her look as she scanned the classroom felt like an invisible shackle, making one afraid to look her in the eye.

"Were you slacking off again? We are having a dictation later; whoever fails to write it down, get out!"

Her voice was icy, and she immediately waved the ruler in her hand as if conducting with a baton:

"Read with me: Le, Le, Le, Le, Le, Le, Le!"

The female teacher closed her eyes, chanting the poem as if enjoying it, savoring the profound artistic conception contained within the verse.

In an instant, the sound of reading throughout the entire classroom grew louder.

Chen Yan frowned and looked at his desk mate, only to see her carefully writing a line of text on the desk.

【Who are you?】

The long-haired girl looked full of vitality, but at this moment, her brows were tightly furrowed as she stared fixedly at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan also wrote three characters:

【Who are you?】

The girl took a deep look at Chen Yan and then ignored him.

The information she possessed was far less than Chen Yan's.

She had clearly realized that Chen Yan was a martial artist who had entered the illusion just like her, but she was unsure whether Chen Yan was from the Five Clans Creation Realm or the Great Xia Creation Realm.

But Chen Yan knew.

A certain existence that had suppressed Lu Xunyang had awakened.

The mere act of awakening had created such an illusion.

If Chen Yan did not possess the Breath of Life and Death, he would not even have been able to detect the anomaly produced in the world.

This illusion was more like the descent of a rule.

This was the ability of a top-tier Eighth-Rank Ancient God Beast.

Just like the Dark-Devouring Mother Tree.

The Dark-Devouring Mother Tree could use malice and rules to create certain rule-based techniques.

This illusion was clearly also a rule-based technique.

Chen Yan now knew the first rule.

That was, after the class bell rang, one could not stay outside the classroom, or else a certain rule on the playground would directly annihilate the martial artist.

Just like that female martial artist who had melted like a candle.

Clearly, not only Chen Yan, but many others had realized this point.

When Chen Yan entered the illusion, it wasn't just that female martial artist; many others had wanted to erupt with power at the first moment.

But after seeing the female martial artist's experience, the others, like Chen Yan, held back and walked into their respective classrooms.

Chen Yan felt a chill in his heart.

If he had entered such an illusion, had Chen Yu entered as well?

Chen Yan closed his eyes, sensing all his current abilities.

The Martial Dao Veins and the Saint-Breaking Tree could not be perceived by Chen Yan, and his insight into the emotions of others had also completely vanished.

But the power of the True Martial Path and the Will Path were perceived by Chen Yan.

Likewise, there were those five wisps of the Breath of Life and Death.

The Breath of Life and Death was an Eighth-Rank power; it was the rule that governed martial artists.

Now, Chen Yan was within the rule-based illusion created by an Ancient God Beast, but this did not mean Chen Yan was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

An Eighth-Rank Ancient God Beast was an absolute crushing force against ordinary Creation Realm practitioners.

But Chen Yan had the Breath of Life and Death.

Sure enough, the moment Chen Yan circulated the Breath of Life and Death.

Within Chen Yan's vision, the entire classroom changed, and everything became incredibly blurry.

The entire classroom began to look like layers of thick fog shrouding Chen Yan, which were rapidly dissipating, and the scene behind the mist began to be seen by Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was still in the room of the Magnetic Storm Thunder Prison, standing quietly.

But directly in front of Chen Yan was a pitch-black cloud the size of a washbasin; in the center of the cloud, countless tiny, pale eyeballs that were difficult to see with the naked eye were opening and closing.

Coldness bloomed in Chen Yan's eyes.

That terrifying existence had awakened, and the moment it awakened, it had stared at all the martial artists in the Five Clans Conflict.

Furthermore, the other party was not even within the Five Clans Conflict, but in the Ancient God Forbidden Land.

The other party was so powerful that its rules had penetrated the rule protection of the Five Clans Conflict and spread to the presence of Chen Yan and the others.

Chen Yan felt a chill in his heart.

The Purple Firmament World-Stabilizing Mirror was truly too useless.

It was supposed to be the second-greatest divine artifact in the world.

It seems that the divine artifacts of the human race are only exceptionally powerful when dealing with the human race.

When Chen Yan was taken away by the infant in the Blood Sun Cultivation Chamber, the Xia Lord Sword actually did not kill that infant.

The Xia Lord Sword is, after all, the number one divine artifact under heaven.

Trash.

Not even as good as his own Ember Evil Spear and Heavenly God Armor.

Chen Yan made up his mind; one day, the number one divine artifact under heaven will be either the Ember Evil Spear or the Heavenly God Armor.

And at the very moment Chen Yan circulated his Life-Death Qi, intending to completely break free from the classroom illusion.

Within the pitch-black clouds and mist, countless pale eyeballs suddenly stared at Chen Yan in unison, as if all laughing together.

The next moment.

The classroom illusion that had originally dissipated was now suddenly becoming clear again, clearer and clearer.

Chen Yan saw the female teacher holding the ruler looking at him coldly, walking toward him.

Chen Yan's expression turned cold.

At this moment, his thoughts flickered.

The Ember Evil Spear and Heavenly God Armor, which had already left the vicinity of the Magnetic Storm Thunder Prison and headed for the Blood Vine Manor, returned.

*Snap! *

The sound of the ruler hitting the desk rang out.

Chen Yan completely detached from reality and returned once again into the classroom illusion.

"Do you treat my words as a passing breeze? Sitting here dazed, is it really that hard to move your mouth?"

The female teacher's voice was cold and sharp; the black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose slid down slightly, yet added a touch of majesty, her aura heavy enough to be suffocating, as she pointed the ruler at Chen Yan:

"If you don't want to attend class, then get out!"

At this moment, all the students in the entire classroom looked toward Chen Yan.

Most of the students were in a state of indifference just like the female teacher, ignoring Chen Yan as if Chen Yan were an anomaly among them, a disgrace to them.

But there were still a dozen or so students, including Chen Yan's female desk-mate, who were looking at Chen Yan with uncertainty and shock.

And it was at this time.

"Get out!!!"

A cold, sharp voice rang out from the classroom next door.

A student was grabbed by the collar and thrown out of the classroom by a middle-aged male teacher dressed in white.

Soon.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

*Hiss, hiss, hiss!! *

"Let me in!"

The boy's shrill, screaming voice echoed throughout the entire street.

"What on earth is the situation? Have the Five Races attacked?!"

"Damn it, ahhhhh!!!"

Hearing this, the people in the classroom all revealed looks of shock.

Soon, the shouting disappeared.

No one saw it, but everyone could guess that the boy must have had his body melt just like the girl at the very beginning.

At the same time.

Inside the classroom where Chen Yan was, the female teacher, seeing Chen Yan make no move, had already reached out to grab Chen Yan's collar, intending to drag Chen Yan out of the classroom as well.

"Teacher, my throat is uncomfortable." Chen Yan suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.

The female teacher sneered:

"I see you playing around normally, and I never heard your voice being hoarse; you read a poem and suddenly your throat is wrong? Get out!"

She rudely grabbed Chen Yan's collar, and a force that Chen Yan could not resist surged forth.

Chen Yan's heart sank; he was completely bound by the rules.

Inside this dream, his strength could not even defeat this seemingly frail female teacher.

"It is precisely because I played around on normal days that I feel ashamed before the teacher; I stayed up all night reading poems, which is why my throat has problems," Chen Yan said.

"Oh?" The female teacher narrowed her eyes:

"So you are saying you have been very diligent?"

"Yes," Chen Yan said.

The female teacher sneered:

"Then you will write from memory in a moment; if you get even one character wrong, get out."

She swept a cold glance at Chen Yan, then immediately said:

"Paper, pen, three minutes."

As her voice fell, all the students in the entire classroom took out paper and pens and began to write from memory, the tips of their pens scratching across the paper with a *rustling* sound.

Chen Yan also took out paper and pen and began to write the characters 'Le Le Le' on the paper.

Up until now, Chen Yan still did not understand what the rules within the entire illusion were.

But soon, Chen Yan's body stiffened.

With every 'Le' character he wrote, the vibration of his own True Martial Dao universe became more intense, and strands of power were being extracted as Chen Yan wrote.

Chen Yan's pupils contracted.

His own universe was actually being extracted.

If he were to wait until Chen Yan finished transcribing an entire ancient poem from memory, at least half of the power of his True Martial Dao personal universe would be extracted.

One must know, the True Martial Dao personal universe of Chen Yan is formed by the combination of two personal universes.

For Chen Yan, it is only half of his personal universe being extracted.

For other Creation Realm experts, once they finish transcribing an entire poem, they will have an entire personal universe extracted.

Most Creation Realm experts only have three or four layers of personal universe in total, while powerful prodigies might have five or six.

If one layer of their personal universe is extracted, their strength will be reduced significantly.

Beside Chen Yan, his female deskmate also widened her eyes, stunned to the extreme.

Inside the entire classroom, over a dozen students suddenly raised their heads, their eyes filled with deep shock.

"Write, why is no one writing?"

The female teacher spoke in a cold voice.

In an instant, the hearts of these dozen or so students turned cold.

Only now did Chen Yan thoroughly understand.

A certain existence is about to awaken, but Its awakening requires power, so It created this illusion.

As long as all the martial artists write down these characters, their power will also be consumed by It.

This is an extremely tyrannical seizure.

The Ancient Divine Beast has never cared about the feelings of human martial artists; it simply comes to snatch, in an invincible manner.

Suddenly, the dozen or so Creation Realm experts in the entire classroom fell silent.

Beside Chen Yan, that female student hurriedly used the pen in her hand to write the three characters 【What to do】 on the desk.

Her eyes were full of gravity.

But Chen Yan, at this moment, had no way either.

Chen Yan looked at the paper and pen; the paper and pen, along with the formation of the entire illusion, were all part of the Ancient Divine Beast's rule-based arts.

It appears to be a simple transcription, but in reality, it is no different from signing a contract.

Chen Yan cannot rely on the Breath of Life and Death to leave the illusion directly.

But could he rely on the Breath of Life and Death to avoid being affected by the rules?

Chen Yan circulated the Breath of Life and Death, crossing out all the 'Joy' characters he had just written.

Nothing happened.

Chen Yan frowned.

He had already had a portion of his power extracted, approximately ten percent of his own strength.

A chill ran through Chen Yan's heart; he did not want to lose his own power just like that.

Chen Yan rummaged through his pencil case, found a correction tape, and applied the covering material of the correction tape over the 'Joy' characters he had just written.

But the power Chen Yan had lost still did not return.

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes.

The correction tape covers the characters written on the paper with a masking material, but in essence, these characters are still on the paper.

This piece of paper is a contract.

Once the 'Joy' character was written, the contract had already taken effect.

At the same time.

Beside Chen Yan, that female deskmate also looked at Chen Yan in surprise, using the pen in her hand to write two characters on the desk.

【Eighth Rank?】

The deskmate had clearly noticed Chen Yan using the Breath of Life and Death, and was filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

She had not expected that even an Eighth Rank expert would be controlled within this illusion.

At the same time.

The female teacher walked to Chen Yan's side and looked down at him:

"Still not writing? Didn't you say you made your voice hoarse from reciting?"

The female teacher's eyes held disdain and frustration at his failure to live up to expectations.