Chapter 63 The Chess Game

The voice of the Great Master of the Turbid World was calm and peaceful, as if talking to himself, as if questioning, and even more like a threat. The Turbid World War General next to him saw that after these words fell, the gray-robed man, addressed as "Huantian" by the Turbid World Supreme, that legend of legends, the strongest in the Clear and Turbid Worlds, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, slightly raised his eyes.

The smile on his face finally disappeared.

Replacing it was a kind of suddenly vast, terrifying pressure that seemed to instantly freeze one's heart.

The gray sleeves moved slightly, brushed past, and Huantian stood up. The corner of the Great Master of the Turbid World's mouth curved slightly.

The Turbid World Fire God, Huo Zhuo, laughed loudly several times and took the initiative to attack. That kind of black-red flame was different from Zhu Rong's flames. It was a flame that burned based on all concepts. The Zhu Rong's Fire that destroyed the entire rule world and the material world did not interfere with each other, but complemented each other.

The Western Emperor held a spear in one hand.

Directly迎击the Turbid World Fire God in front of him, and then接锋with the Turbid World God of Order. Two Turbid World Daoguo level powerhouses, facing the Kunlun Western Emperor, did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. Almost all of them were using their full strength. The vast Yuan Qi dyed the color of the sky turbid.

Order restrained the Western Emperor, while flames emerged from all the subtle places, burning the surrounding space, directly trapping the Western Emperor. The Western Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, as if endless storms from Kunlun Mountain were sweeping through those clear and cold eyes. At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind:

"Yu."

Then a huge ripple spread out.

The flames that burned rules and solidified space instantly plummeted.

It was as if a terrifying gravity exceeding the norm by ten thousand times, or even one hundred thousand times, appeared here in an instant!

Bearing virtue and carrying things is not just simple defense.

In an instant, a black hole-like anomaly appeared here. Because of the condensation and collapse of extreme gravity, it directly triggered a terrifying attraction force, directly attracting countless black flames into it. The Turbid World Fire God, Huo Zhuo, cried out strangely, forcibly broke free from this terrifying attraction with his own power, and then quickly retreated.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The Turbid World's Order reached out his hand and shouted violently in the air, "The power of the earth subsides!"

"Let everything be peaceful here!"

The terrifying gravity that was so violent and unreasonable was calmed down in an instant, but the Western Emperor stepped lightly, already wielding the five fierce and five remnant Qi of the Heavens to attack. The spear in his palm howled as it swept across, forcing the Turbid World God of Order to retreat, completely unwilling to directly resist the Western Emperor's frontal killing power.

Just at the moment he retreated.

Also as the Western Emperor's body slightly rotated, that pale-faced woman with soft and beautiful facial features reached out her hand, unexpectedly forming a sword gesture, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and she said, "Go!"

The black hole that swallowed the flames of the burning rules suddenly collapsed, directly twisting and transforming into a divine sword.

Then, it slashed out in an extremely hearty manner—

[Chang'an]!

Wei Yuan's swordsmanship!

And the aura and realm of this sword were not weaker than Wei Yuan's at all. Even its grandeur surpassed Wei Yuan's at this moment. It was Yan, bearing virtue and carrying things, all things frost heaven, all on the earth, thriving, so for thousands of years, hundreds of years, ten thousand years unchanged, this is Chang'an.

Surging, sharp, broad, the sword of a king, thick and without edge.

Although it has no edge.

It cannot be resisted.

The pupils of the Turbid World Fire God, Huo Zhuo, suddenly contracted. In the next moment, he was directly pulled by a terrifying gravity that was tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of times greater, and his body was controlled. Immediately, the boundless domineering sword Qi directly swallowed him. Suddenly, a cold light crashed into this flame sword Qi. The Fire God, Huo Zhuo, looked disheveled, covered his chest, and flew out diagonally, constantly coughing.

Huo Zhuo spat out blood, with many sword Qi-left wounds on his body, gritting his teeth:

"What powerful sword dao cultivation..."

"As expected."

"What so-called Houtu Huangdi Qi is kind in nature and not good at killing."

"Anyone who is connected with Yuanshi Tianzun is not good at killing, but they all have to put a quotation mark!"

He barely controlled his body, while the Western Emperor and Houtu had taken the opportunity to step towards the Nine Heavens Gate. The God of Order still wanted to stop them, when suddenly a terrifying sword Qi directly locked onto his brow, making his heart turn cold and his steps suddenly stop. The chill that suddenly appeared behind him almost numbed his palms.

The Yuanshi Tianzun, who was suppressing the origin of the Yin-Yang Great Tribulation, calmly watched him.

In the void, sword Qi and sword light had already emerged, moving with his will, sweeping out a sword Qi swimming dragon, tearing away. The Turbid World Order had to avoid it, and at this fleeting moment, the Western Emperor had already appeared in front of the Nine Heavens Gate, and this time he directly stepped into it. However, at this moment, the Western Emperor's expression suddenly changed.

"That's not right!!!"

"Houtu, your body...!"

He looked at the woman on the side, but the latter had not yet been able to react. However, the Western Emperor did not have any anger, only a retraction of breath after hesitation—the woman in front of him, the dignified Qing Qi Earth God Houtu, no longer had her own body. What was here was only a wisp of true spirit left in her dream.

"You have been using your foundation to seal this disaster for the past few thousand years?"

"But if it's just a wisp of thought, the karma is too heavy to leave this place..."

Losing her cultivation, her Daoguo had also suffered huge losses and damage. If she left this place, at the very least, her strength would be greatly damaged, and it was even possible that she would fall into a deep sleep upon leaving. At this time, the Western Emperor suddenly heard a roar in his ears, followed by an extremely blazing aura. His pupils contracted.

It was the Turbid World Fire God who had taken advantage of the Western Emperor's momentary loss of focus, disregarding the fact that he had just been seriously injured.

He attacked brazenly!

He had even directly sacrificed his Daoguo.

The aftermath of Wei Yuan's sword formation was forcibly intercepted by the Great Master of the Turbid World. He left from in front of Huantian in an instant. At this moment, in front of the gray-robed man, there was only that Turbid World War General. And the latter also discovered that the gray-robed man not only had not been able to stop the Great Master of the Turbid World in time, but had not even launched an attack to assassinate the Western Emperor.

So that's how it is, just a bubble in a dream.

The Turbid World War General finally realized.

He understood that the gray-robed man in front of him was not the invincible strongest man in the world in the legends, but only the dream that was born from the thoughts of a friend after that invincible powerhouse left. In addition to the sigh in his eyes, he could not help but add a bit of peace of mind.

"No wonder, the Great Master said earlier that in terms of power, Huantian is inferior to the Great Master at this moment."

He turned around.

He saw that the Heavenly Venerate, who still needed to divide his attention to suppress the power of the Qing and Turbid Worlds' rotation, had used his sword move.

But it was calmly stopped by the Great Master of the Turbid World.

On that side, Houtu, who had guarded this place for thousands of years, forcibly used his authority, almost instantly forcing back the Turbid World Fire God, and was now almost exhausted, her face pale.

And the Western Emperor had to protect Houtu while facing an almost desperate blow.

At this moment, sword Qi crisscrossed the sky, and crimson flames burned the sky and destroyed the earth. The powerful forces flowed and changed, reflecting the sky, giving people a magnificent feeling under extremely dangerous and extremely oppressive circumstances. At this moment, even the flow of time seemed to slow down.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a crisp snap of fingers in his ears.

Snap.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, when the domineering flames fell, they suddenly changed. Accompanied by the roar of the God of Flames, the flames that burned all order and rules actually scattered directly, turning into large, deep red roses, falling from the sky in a fluttering manner. Not only did they not have any threatening nature, but they also showed an extreme sense of beauty.

Then, a warm and jade-like voice came, unhurried—

"Everything is nothing but seeking, where in the world is there no lost boat. Since gain and loss have become true illusions, it only lies in the Qiankun of all things."

"The Great Dao is originally long and lonely, and floating life is even more unworthy of sinking into it."

"The Great Dao is vast and without inside or outside, [Refining Falsehood to Return to Truth] is used as a fishing hook."

Wei Yuan used his mind for two purposes, using the Zhuxian Sword Formation to suppress the changes in Yin and Yang, and at the same time, he had to contain each other with the Great Master of the Turbid World. However, when he heard this unfamiliar voice that carried a bit of familiarity, he still subconsciously turned his head and saw the person who came.

It was a youth wearing plain white clothes.

The youth wore a smile, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, white hair draped over his shoulders.

With a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

He walked slowly, chanting in a low voice, and actually used the [Refining Falsehood to Return to Truth].

He directly transformed the flames that burned the sky and destroyed the earth into a dazzling sea of flowers.

In addition to the previous sense of time lag, Wei Yuan seemed to be able to guess who the person in front of him was. The corner of his mouth twitched. Huantian's voice was gentle and he nodded slightly, saying, "You've come, [Hu]."

Wei Yuan thought of the dream earlier, where there were two more buildings next to Huantian's small building, and suddenly understood.

This is the ancient Emperor Hu!

In the truly prosperous stage, the top powerhouse, known as the Ancient Emperor of the South Sea.

Was the reason for the appearance to help Huantian transcend? Or was a portion of his authority given to Houtu to transform into the foundation of Yeming, and then he gave up on himself?

But because Houtu had always known and interacted with this stage of Shu Hu, and had never seen the two old men who had given up on themselves and turned into happy-go-lucky people ten thousand years later, so in Houtu's dream, these two had always been at this stage.

It was a full bloom that even Wei Yuan had never seen!

The white-haired and refined Emperor Hu smiled and said, "I just wandered around the periphery a little, and such a big ruckus happened here. Such an interesting thing, and you didn't even call me, Huantian, you're not friendly enough."

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he retracted his previous judgment.

At least the happy-go-lucky attribute, Houtu should have seen it.

After Emperor Hu appeared, he directly locked onto the Fire God, greeted him with a smile. When the God of Order was about to take action, suddenly a hand stretched out and calmly placed on his shoulder. Then, a surge of majestic power suddenly rose, unexpectedly forcibly stopping his movements.

A black-clothed, thin, and boyish-looking god appeared behind him, his eyes opening and closing, with a radiant and colorful luster.

"Your opponent is me."

"The Emperor of the North Sea, [Shu]."

"Now, it's fair."

The sudden change not only caused the faces of the two Daoguo level powerhouses of the Turbid World to change drastically, but even the eyes of the Great Master of the Turbid World rippled slightly. After the Turbid World Order made several moves, he discovered that this so-called [Shu] in the dream was quite powerful, even stronger than the real Shu, truly displaying the temperament of an ancient emperor, a full bloom.

His face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "How is that possible!!"

"You should be from the dream!"

The refined white-haired youth in the distance, who was almost suppressing the Fire God, laughed loudly:

"Why don't you think about what my authority is!"

"Refining Falsehood to Return to Truth!"

"What could be more illusory than things in a dream?! What could be closer to the truth than a dream? Observing truth as non-truth, truth has no truth. Observing falsehood as also false, falsehood has no falsehood. When both are understood, nothing else is empty."

"***, right?!"

The Great Master of the Turbid World also couldn't sit still, and wanted to take action, but at this moment, he had previously stopped Wei Yuan, and now Wei Yuan's Zhuxian Sword Formation suddenly expanded its range, directly engulfing him as well.

The last Turbid World War General looked dumbfounded. The situation had actually undergone earth-shaking changes in the blink of an eye, leaving him with no time to react, nor was there any way to react. Just now, his side still had an absolute advantage, how did the situation suddenly reverse?

Then suddenly a chill rose in his back.

The gray-robed man's eyes were gentle as he said, "Now, it's just you and me left."

Almost in an instant, the Turbid World War General fell into a coma. Huantian gently placed the teacup on the table, his eyes still looking at the Great Master of the Turbid World, as calm and composed as if playing chess:

"Checkmate."

His hand lifted from the finished teacup and tapped lightly with his finger.

"This time your power is stronger than mine."

"Unfortunately, you still lost."