"Dad!" I was about to retort but was stopped by Ye Yang, "Master is right! If the art of Dao loses, we have to do everything possible to preserve the seeds of our knowledge."

"The human Daoists can't all die at Liangjie Mountain."

I anxiously looked at Ling holding the chess piece, but she didn't make a move.

Cang Tianji walked to Ling's side and said, "Ling, are you missing a chess piece?"

"I haven't been able to find a way to combine the calculators (Suan Shi) and the diviners (Ming Shi) into one."

"Until just now, I realized that we have a way to fight side by side. I am your chess piece."

As Cang Tianji spoke, a blood spot condensed on the demon tear: "Extend your hand, grasp the chess piece, grasp the Tianji."

I saw Ling's hand trembling for the first time. She wanted to take Cang Tianji's demon tear, but hesitated to reach out.

She knew that the blood spot on Cang Tianji's demon tear contained all of Cang Tianji's essence and lifespan. Accepting the blood bead was equivalent to accepting Cang Tianji's life.

Cang Tianji smiled and said, "Don't be so indecisive, I'm leaving, don't you still have Li Po?"

Taking advantage of Ling's stunned moment, Cang Tianji grabbed her wrist with one hand and pointed the demon tear at the palm of Ling's hand with the other.

Cang Tianji himself also fell in front of Ling, but Ling had a blood-red chess piece in her hand.

Ling held the chess piece tightly, still refusing to make a move. Old Liu, who was sitting next to Ling, couldn't help but ask, "Commander Ling, what are you waiting for?"

Ling whispered, "I'm waiting for a glimmer of Tianji."

"Tianji's blood chess piece is not enough to awaken the Heavenly Dao. Someone else needs to help!"

Cang Tianji's art of peering into the heavens has never reached its peak. That's why there is a saying in the art of Dao: "Half-life doesn't come out, Tianji is number one."

Wang Xiaohuan said in a hoarse voice: "Are you looking for Wu Zhao? I'll contact my master immediately and ask him to find Wu Zhao."

When Wang Xiaohuan quickly cast a spell to activate the white lamp, a voice came from the light: "Wu Zhao, when will Seventh Shui Lan be able to rush over?"

Another voice replied, "Soon! As long as she comes back, I can help Li Po and the others awaken the Heavenly Dao with her."

Wang Xiaohuan explained, "The first person to speak was my master, Chen Ye. The person talking to him is the only great master of the Banming Dao who has taken action against the heavens, Mr. Ghost Money, Wu Zhao."

"The Seventh Shui Lan they are talking about is another great master of the Banming Dao."

"The two of them joining forces are enough to break through the Heavenly Dao's blockade. However, the human gods and strange beasts in the Shan Hai Secret Realm will also riot, and they must stay to guard Shan Hai."

Soon after, I heard a woman's voice from the white lamp: "Wu Zhao, I'm back!"

"I heard that you want to help the art of Dao overcome the tribulation?"

"You have to think clearly. If you want to go against the heavens, the best time is when the Heavenly Dao closes its eyes."

"If you miss this opportunity, you will still fall into the trap of the Heavenly Dao and be unable to escape."

I couldn't help but feel a thud in my heart.

I have heard the legend of Grandmaster Wu Zhao. It is said that he bet with the Heavenly Dao that if he could predict a hundred lifetimes into the past and calculate a hundred lifetimes into the future, he could surpass the Heavenly Dao and save everyone's fate.

However, the so-called "predicting a hundred lifetimes into the past and calculating a hundred lifetimes into the future" is just a trap left for him by the Heavenly Dao.

Unless time stops flowing, or he can reach the realm of seeing through the ages at a glance. Otherwise, changes will occur in the two hundred lifetimes before and after, and he will never be able to calculate clearly.

If Wu Zhao goes back on his word...

At the moment when cold sweat dripped from my head, I heard Wu Zhao say, "I bet against the Heavenly Dao to bring them home."

"If the human world is gone, can they still find their way home when they come back?"

"Let's do it!"

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I saw the blood chess piece in Ling's hand emitting a dazzling red light.

Just as I subconsciously raised my hand to block my sight, I heard the sound of the chess piece falling and a loud noise like the earth splitting apart at the same time.

When I looked up, the starry sky was in chaos. Although countless stars were still jumping, they had already broken free from the control of the formation, as if they were giving way to the starlight in the middle.

Ling pressed down on the chessboard and said, "Activate the Jianmu tree. Follow the direction of the tree trunk and you will reach the gate of the Heavenly Prison."

"Leave the rest to you!"

Ling and Old Liu fainted one after the other beside the chessboard.

I don't know if they can get up again.

I don't have the time, and I don't dare to look at whether they are alive or dead.

At this moment, my father, Li Chunfeng, came up and patted me on the shoulder, "Take the Nine-Ring Life-Slaying Blade with you. That is the path to survival that your ancestor gave you."

"They shouldn't have given you the Nine-Ring Life-Slaying Blade so early. Perhaps, at that time, they foresaw that one day, you would be able to carry the Nine-Ring Life-Slaying Blade into the Heavenly Prison!"

Wang Xiaohuan came up and handed the Nine-Ring Life-Slaying Blade to me. Before entering the Yin-Yang Inn, she made a special trip back to Liangjie Hall to bring me this knife.

If my father hadn't mentioned the Life-Slaying Blade, I would have almost forgotten about this weapon myself.

That was when I had just started out and took down the current Liangjie Hall territory. The ancestor refined this magical weapon for me using the executioner's blade.

The ancestor said that the Nine-Ring Life-Slaying Blade can ignore the opponent's strength and allow the wielder to consume lifespan together with the opponent.

After using the Life-Slaying Blade twice, I was afraid that I would impulsively use up the little lifespan I had worked so hard to earn, so I never used the blade again.