Fourth Layer Chessboard, Four Source Chess Game

Outside the Third Layer chamber, only the Future Self's soul fragment, the Black Robe Man, remained, still devouring souls.

As he devoured, he suddenly felt lonely and thought of Zhu Zi'an. He stopped devouring souls and began searching for him.

But Zhu Zi'an had long since reached the fourth layer. How could he possibly find him?

The Black Robe Man searched for Zhu Zi'an for a long time without finding any trace of him. Frowning, he said, "Could it be that he broke through that realm and went outside?"

Thinking of this, the Black Robe Man looked full of resentment. "Hmph, leaving without even saying goodbye. I treated you like a brother for nothing."

"When I see you next time, This Seat will definitely scold you a few times. Honestly, you have no human warmth at all."

After muttering to himself for quite a while, the Black Robe Man stopped looking for Zhu Zi'an and resumed his soul-devouring plan.

On the fourth floor of the Jet-Black Treasure Pagoda, Zhu Zi'an was heartbroken upon learning of Mei Yingyin's death. Xiao Bi comforted him for a long time.

"Stop crying. What kind of sight is a grown man sniveling like this?"

"What do you know? Sister Mei was my true love."

"..."

"Please, we cultivators rely too heavily on worldly romance. It is harmful to breakthroughs, so why add so many unnecessary shackles?"

"By your logic, cultivators have to be cold-blooded and heartless, with no desires or pursuits like pieces of wood?"

"Then what is the point of cultivation? To end up alone and helpless?"

Xiao Bi smiled and said nothing more.

After a while, Zhu Zi'an rose to his feet. "Let's go. The trial must continue."

His gaze swept across the surroundings as he began examining the fourth layer. Xiao Bi