Drinking to Drunkenness in the Pavilion

"Brother Zhou, only by giving something up can one gain something. That is the way of life."

Yan Qingshan smiled at Zhou Yuan, then waved his hand. The connected stretch of black stones scattered, while the white stones gained a huge advantage. Yet because of this move, the entire board seemed to undergo a different change.

"This..."

Zhou Yuan lowered his head to look at the board. Suddenly, his brows knitted tightly, and fine beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Once that ring of black stones had all been captured, the entire game instead came alive. If it continued, his white stones would gradually fall into a disadvantage.

Yan Qingshan and Zhou Yuan were both people of extraordinary cultivation. At their level, it was easy for them to deduce the final outcome. The white stones would press forward step by step, only to fall into a dead end, ultimately powerless to reverse the situation.

After a long silence, Zhou Yuan slowly placed down the final stone. He looked at the smooth, round black stone at the Heavenly Origin position in the center of the board. It radiated a soul-stirring brilliance, like a sharp sword stretching across the chessboard like a river of stars.

"I lost."

Zhou Yuan finally shook his head and sighed helplessly. "Brother Yan, take this Heavenly Origin fortune for yourself. Give and take... indeed, I had placed too much importance on gains and losses before."

As Zhou Yuan spoke, he waved his hand, and the surrounding heavens and earth immediately changed. Everyone appeared within the boundless Chaos Void. A sea eye of black and white appeared before Yan Qingshan, the two colors filling his vision and stirring heaven and earth.

As Yan Qingshan stood within this black-and-white sea, he could sense his power gradually