Chapter 403: Chapter 170: Breaking the Shackles of Heaven and Earth—The Coming of a New Era, Grotto Heaven Opens, Winds and Clouds Surging!
Until a figure with a countenance and appearance almost identical to his emerges from behind the Celestial Gate, eyes slightly closed, seated in the clouds, beginning to continually condense and manifest...
Maoshan trembled.
Tongye State trembled.
Stars fell from the sky.
Spiritual energy suddenly surged, as if triggered by some catalyst!
...
Tongye Duke’s Mansion.
Duke Tongye, Li Shen Yao, with thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, stared at a mysterious letter from the Divine Capital, gripping it tightly, and suddenly sensed something, looking toward the direction of Maoshan:
"What is...?"
...
Inside the Great Yin Palace.
King Yin lifted his head.
And then...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three formidable presences, each far more terrifying than the Strong Sect Master, silently descended upon this place!
One with long eyebrows and beard, fiddling with the black and white chess pieces in his palm, seemingly indifferent to anything outside the game.
Another wearing a python robe, commanding respect without anger, holding a Nine-Section Staff, of exalted rank among ministers.
And the last, with a golden wheel spinning behind, a circle of Skull Buddhist Beads hanging around his neck, a Human Skin Drum at his waist, clad in a Dark Gold Kasaya Robe, exuding a presence with sinister Buddhist artifacts.
They tread upon this realm.
None of the three showed reverence towards King Yin, adopting a stance of equality.
Thousand Autumn Chess Saint, ’Nine Thousand Years.’
Invincible troops, ’State Preceptor Dong.’
Western transcendence of Buddha, ’Dragon Elephant National Master.’
These are their titles.
To the Northwest Great Yin, they are akin to the blazing sun in the sky, never falling, nearly sharing power with the emperor!
"In Tongye State, someone has become a ’True Master.’
"Our bloodline inheritance, along with the shackles of the world, are gradually unraveling. I reckon the fourth step is a sure thing soon."
Grandmaster Dong’s tone was calm, as if the ’fourth step,’ which would drive outsiders mad, was merely a matter of time for him.
"This commotion has elevated the spiritual energy to a higher grade, allowing the Grotto Heaven to gradually intervene in reality."
"Those ancient, lingering Dharma Seekers..."
"Will certainly attempt various ways to return."
"King Yin, whether to seek some Dharma Seekers for tributes and cooperation, or to suppress the Grotto Heaven, you must prepare early."
Dragon Elephant National Master intoned a ’Buddhist title,’ ceased speaking, and left with Grandmaster Dong.
Leaving only the frowning King Yin, alongside the so-called Nine Thousand Years, holding two ’chess pieces,’ Thousand Autumn Chess Saint Xu Ruotong, each with their own concerns.
At this moment, Xu Ruotong, the long-browed Nine Thousand Years, suddenly spoke:
"Xiaohongzi,"
"Have you found what I asked you to investigate earlier?"
"The incomplete ’game of chess’ in Tongye Duke’s Mansion in Divine Capital..."
"No matter what."
"I must find the player."
King Yin, named ’Yin Hong,’ was the eldest son of the previous King Yin. If anyone in the realm dared to call him ’Xiaohongzi’...
Besides the deceased former king.
Only this elder before him, who uses ’chess’ as Dao, with depths unfathomable, of a seniority higher than the former king.
Hearing these words.
King Yin was both helpless and powerless.
The Six Pillars of Divine Blood, their power shook the entire Northwest.
Previously, when the former king was alive, they merely complied with him passively. Now that the former king is dead, it’s his turn...
Not disintegrating and fragmenting, still respecting ’Great Yin,’ is already the limit.
If there were no steps beyond the fourth, perhaps it could still be maintained, but with the looming era of Fenghuo Langyan, his Great Yin... wouldn’t be the first sacrificial offering of the old era, right?
Yin Hong, clad in royal robes, with a shifting expression, was awakened only when Xu Ruotong called him again, sighed deeply with fatigued eyes:
"Old Thousand Years, the investigation is complete."
"A mere illegitimate son of Duke Tongye Li Shen Yao, only sixteen years old, previously inconspicuous, rumored to have fled, but investigating such a minor character, what’s the point?"
With these words,
Xu Ruotong’s dry palm clenched, reducing two chess pieces to dust, eyes stunned beyond comprehension:
"How old?"
"Sixteen..."
His eyes narrowed slightly, pacing back and forth, pondering continuously:
"Is that so."
"Then..."
"I have matters to attend to; I must make a trip."
"These recent events in Divine Capital are turbulent. You should manage things yourself for now."
With that, before King Yin could speak, he had already walked into the shadows, vanished from sight.
Leaving King Yin in a state of bewilderment.
Honestly,
You’ve not left this Divine Capital for thirty years, immersed daily in the Chess Dao.
Now, during a tumultuous time, you, a staunch expert of the ’Great Yin line,’ why are you leaving?
...
Meanwhile.
The grand clans, mountain tops, hordes of monsters, and various demons of the world... myriad supernatural beings!
As long as they reached the Primordial Pill, simultaneously felt a slight premonition.
That is,
The impending great era!
(ps: The Black Myth... has restrained me!)
