High-dimensional space!
Here,
there were no sun, moon, and stars, no mountains and rivers, no trees and stones, no birds and beasts, no night and day...
Yet the flowing halos, shifting shadows, and pulsating frequencies in space could be the sun, moon, and stars, or mountains and rivers, and equally could be birds and beasts, night and day.
High-dimensional space was the truest side of things and living beings.
In the center area like light and mist sat a man with long black hair draped over his shoulders and reaching his waist, as if ancient flowing light wove between the folds of his robes. Around his body, a startling four thousand and more chains of order pulsed, the pure and turbid qi gathering and scattering at times, occasionally even erupting into the wondrous spectacle of collapsing galaxies.
In front of him were arranged more than sixty chessboard arrays in an even formation.
Opposite the chessboards, however, was emptiness itself, with no human figure playing chess, yet from time to time, new chess pieces would fall, a scene bizarre and marvelous.
Above the chessboard closest to the man, smoke-and-mist-like energy matter steamed upward, which after roiling and shifting, constructed an old man with hair white as snow and a long beard hanging over his chest, every silver thread seeming to condense the starlight of the primordial chaos, giving a strong sense of oppression.
"Feeding so many worlds, no wonder the heavenly Dao looks down on poor Dao and Rahula."
The old man with white hair and beard looked at the chaotic and disorderly void rhythms, and then spoke with a complicated expression.
"Hongjun!"
"Expending power to pierce space just to utter such an irrelevant piece of nonsense?" The cross-legged man did not appear imposing, yet possessed the unshakeable weight of ages,