Black and White
Ye Zizhen's normal Attributes are almost the weakest in the entire game, only slightly better Brutus.
Song Shige watched from the side, his gaze deep and silent.
The fight broke out for no apparent reason; at least one of these two seemed suspicious. Ye Zizhen couldn't possibly have died so easily; he should have waited and observed the situation.
Brutus didn't speak, but grabbed Ye Zizhen's head as it fell to the ground, stuck his fingers into her eye sockets, and then pulled hard.
His head was shattered; bone fragments, brain matter, and bits of flesh were all mixed together.
Song Shige slightly closer.
Behind Ye Zizhen, a door opened, and a new Ye Zizhen, whose aura was far stronger than before, stepped out, his brows slightly furrowed.
The Ye Zizhen, which had been torn to pieces, had vanished from their original location.
Strangely, after the new Ye Zizhen appeared, Brutus did not continue his attack, but simply pointed to the ground.
The new Ye Zizhen looking towards the ground--
The ground was covered in mud.
Growing silt.
First, there were a few small spots, which then expanded and merged into a layer of silt and swamp, resembling oil slicks. This swamp Diffusion in all directions, covering the soil, rocks, and vegetation.
Everything covered by it withered in an instant; leaves turned into mud, life turned into mud, and even sand and gravel turned into mud.
Ye Zizhen touched the corner of her eye.
New silt is growing rapidly there.
He suddenly realized.
Unbeknownst to them, the mud had clouded their senses, rendering them completely blind to what was happening on the Central Continent.
If it weren't for Brutus's intervention, which allowed Ye Zizhen to activate her Talent and refresh her status, everyone would probably still be in the dark.
On this muddy land, one after another, Demon Insects of various shapes and sizes stood, and their numbers continued to increase.
One after another, Demon Insects surged out from the ground, appearing from a distance as blood-black rivers, like the River of Forgetfulness flowing from the Netherworld.
Beneath the earth, a Demon Tide.
The Demon Tide is approaching.
[The Fate's Choice has begun]
[You take the initiative to make a Fate's Choice regarding the target "Scholar's" "Golden Core Breakthrough" event, determining its success or failure.]
[1d6]
[1. Great success! The quality of the final condensed Golden Core has been improved!]
[2. Quite successful, the Golden Core has been successfully condensed!]
[3. Success! The probability of successfully forming the Golden Core has decreased by 20%!]
[4. It was a bit of a failure; the success rate of Golden Core condensation has decreased by 60%!]
[5. A major failure; the Golden Core will inevitably fail to condense!]
[6. An unknown change occurred; the Golden Core turned into a tumor!]
[1d6=5]
Event Five is in effect!
Su Luo stared at the notification that had suddenly appeared before her eyes and fell into deep thought.
It seems that the commotion caused by Zheng Golden Core was too great, and that Wu Guang, that underworld creature, has taken notice.
The condensation of the Golden Core is the core of a cultivator's cultivation and Divine Abilities after the formation of the Golden Nature; it is the foundation of a cultivator's overall strength.
In this world's Body Refining, without Golden Core, there is no Fruit Position; without Fruit Position, one is not Dao Lord; and if one is not Dao Lord, one is merely an ant.
However... Su Luo's true strength doesn't lie in the Golden Core realm. For Su Luo, the Golden Core realm is merely proof of her Heavenly Dao Fruit Position and the ability to control the power of the Heavenly Dao, neither of which originates from the Golden Core.
However, if the Golden Core fails to condense, it cannot be used as a catalyst to attract Heavenly Dao Fruit Position, and thus cannot attain the position of Dao Lord.
Su Luo pondered, her boundless energy being consumed frantically. Her Heartfire Burn, and the Qi in her Leyline and the world was being drained.
The Golden Nature was solidifying at an alarming speed, coiling around consciousness, strand by strand.
"Let's take it one step at a time. Failure to condense the Golden Core doesn't mean we have no backup plan."
Su Luo glanced at the message Ye Zizhen had sent and continued to immerse herself in the condensation of Golden Nature.
The Great Expansion Number is fifty, but its application is forty-nine.
Divide it into two to represent the two elements, hang one to represent the three elements, divide it into four to represent the four seasons, return the remainder to the left to represent the leap year, and the leap year occurs again every five years, so the left is divided again before hanging.
Therefore, the Fruit Positions are subdivided into: the Creation of Yin Two Principles, the Three Talents Pivot, the order of the Twelve Time Periods, and the numerology of the Thirty-Two Heavens and Earth.
Today, there are forty-nine Fruit Position, thirty-one of which have a master, and eighteen of which are vacant.
The thirty-one Dao Lords are like thirty-one insurmountable peaks in this era.
The forty-nine Fruit Positions represent forty-nine large Leyline sources, ten of which have fallen to the bottom of the Ocean, bordering the demons and thus unable to Creation.
The twenty-seven Fruit Positions are scattered across mountains and rivers, and have been cherished by Dao Lord throughout history.
The remaining twelve Fruit Positions reside between the Threefold Heaven’s Gate, high above all living beings.
Those Dao Lords love to build their Daoist temples on Leyline, enclose the Leyline within their palaces, and treat Qi as their own tap water.
A powerful Dao Lord can even control several Leyline sources together.
It is said that the Heavenly Dao is flawed, and there should be fifty Fruit Positions of enlightenment in the world. One of them escaped, causing his lifespan to be no more than four thousand nine hundred years. Thus, the Fruit Positions of enlightenment are passed down, and Dao Lords are born in his place.
They are the saints of this world, and also its prisoners.
Sages pity this world; prisoners hate it.
Above that Void Sea, the chess game, which was being arbitrarily pushed forward, continued.
"The universe has an end, and a great calamity is about to befall the world." The Black-Holder looked at the distant, turbulent Central Continent and said calmly.
"The forty-nine fruits of Heavenly Evolution are all the Dao Foundation of this world, bearing the shackles of Heaven and Earth and bound to the rise and fall of the world's destiny. When the calamity arrives, their Dao positions will crumble, and all spirits will perish together, with no one surviving alone."
The player with the white pieces shook his head, holding a white piece between his fingers, which hovered above the board for a long time without being placed.
"But if one abandons all living beings and departs alone, how is one different from beasts? No, even beasts know to be grateful." The one holding the black hat laughed.
"Breaking free from the chains of this world, relinquishing the forty-nine predetermined Fruit Positions, abandoning the authority over heaven and earth, I vanish into the Grand Void emptiness. I will not bear the calamities of this world, nor will I sink with the universe. I will sever all ties with heaven and earth, seeking only my own survival."
The player with the white piece pondered for a moment before placing the crucial piece, seemingly continuing to talk to himself:
"Heavenly Dao sets forty-nine to encompass all paths, but leaves one to allow for the emergence of new possibilities."
Your heart has been moved!
The player with the black pieces first carefully examined the board, then immediately shouted angrily and overturned the board.
"Those who choose to the Returning Sea sever their positions, cut off their roots in the world, abandon all living beings, and defy the laws of Heaven. They leave the game of chess, abandon mountains and rivers, letting all spirits wither and decay, and heaven and earth collapse, going alone to the desolate and boundless Netherworld, like a rootless duckweed, a wild dog with a broken spine!"
The player with the white pieces swept the chessboard back with a flick of his sleeve. "Don't be impatient. If I wanted to escape with the crowd, why would I stay with you to stop the Demon Tide?"
Having said that, he swept his sleeve across the chessboard, and the scattered pieces automatically returned to their places, clearly distinguishable as black and white. "You incompetent chess player, you are doomed to lose this game. If you feign anger and overturn the board again, I will never play against you again."
The one holding black remains silent.
He glanced at the chessboard; most of the black pieces were already dead, and the white pieces were tightening their encirclement.
He thought to himself that it was a real pity he hadn't been able to take back his losing move this time. In the past, when he lost badly, he would flip the chessboard over and then deny everything, and start all over again the next time they played.