…

The fifth one,

The sixth one,

The seventh one,

Every chess piece is a mark left by a true king.

Looking at the world, there may be some who break through the barriers between heaven and man and become real people because of luck, but those who can become true kings are all the most brilliant figures in an era. There is no weak one, and everyone has ruled the world.

But the marks left by these True Lords are arranged in order on this chessboard.

The deeper you go and the further you go, the more terrifying the marks contained in those chess pieces become. Some of them seem to have gone very far to the level of the True Lord.

…

One hundred and three.

A young figure waved his right hand lightly, and flames appeared in the void, with different colors, and gathered into an exquisite and terrifying fire lotus in his palm, burning the void of heaven and earth.

One hundred and seventeen pieces.

A dry black shadow was like a peerless demon, and his whole body instantly turned into a black mist that covered the sky, shrouded the boundless world, and covered Chen Mu.

If these phantoms are here in person, Chen Mu is not sure whether he can resist them now, but he is able to suppress them one by one and understand them carefully if they are just marks.

finally.

One hundred and thirty-six.

A man in gray clothes appeared in front of Chen Mu.

Different from the previous one hundred and thirty-five, this figure of a man in gray seems to have a little charm in his eyes, as if it is more than just a mark.

He only glanced at Chen Mu gently. In an instant, the entire sky was dented and twisted, and turned into a sword, a sword of the sky, pressing down on Chen Mu.

Among the more than a hundred marks before, it is not that there are no sword cultivators, but this one is the most terrifying, so much so that Chen Mu even showed a little solemnity, and with a weak grasp of his right hand, he twisted the illusory earth and held it in it.

In the palm of his hand, he swung up towards the Sky Sword.

boom!

The sky and the earth were shattered.

The figure of the man in gray clothes also became fragmented.

But before it was broken, his eyes glanced at Chen Mu as if nothing had happened.

Swish.

Chen Mu returned to the chessboard.

When he looked back at the chessboard, he saw that there were no longer one hundred and thirty-six chess pieces on the board, but one more, making it one hundred and thirty-seven.

The old man in sackcloth reached out his hand, gently picked up the new chess piece, and placed it in the center of the chessboard. After a while, the entire chessboard changed into a new pattern.

Chen Mu converged his gaze.

And he closed his eyes slightly, carefully digesting the insights he had gained from the many imprints before.

After a while.

When he opened his eyes again, the old man in sackcloth and the chessboard disappeared, as did the green hill, replaced by darkness and chaos.

Chen Mu looked back and saw a bright light behind him. That was the main entrance of the palace when he entered.

After a slight pause, Chen Mu turned around and walked away, disappearing into the palace.

And just after Chen Mu left.

Light lit up again in the darkness, and the hill appeared again.
Chapter completed!