As the scenery before his eyes changed at high speed, Ye Weiming found himself standing atop a mist-shrouded immortal mountain. Before him stood the same stone table, the same chessboard, the unfinished game upon it, and Su Xinghe seated across from him.
Looking around, he saw immortal mountains still surrounding the area, but none of their peaks could compare in height to the one beneath his feet. He truly felt as though, I will reach the summit and look down on all the other mountains.
Noticing that this place's terrain differed as vastly from the bamboo forest where he had entered the game as heaven from earth, Ye Weiming could not help asking, "What place is this?"
Su Xinghe replied leisurely, "Tianyuan Mountain."
Ye Weiming frowned and withdrew his gaze from the boundless scenery, once more settling it on the decrepit old man before him, who looked as though he might keel over at any moment. "Tianyuan Mountain?"
"That's right."
As he spoke, Su Xinghe pointed at the chessboard. Ye Weiming followed his gesture and saw that the distribution of pieces on the board had undergone an earth-shaking transformation since before he entered the game.
Though reason told Ye Weiming that this was still the so-called Precious Dragon Chess Game, with his pitiful chess skills—so weak they could practically be ignored—there was no way he could associate the game before him with the Precious Dragon Chess Game from before.
There was not the slightest resemblance between these two games, okay?
As though he had seen through Ye Weiming's doubts, Su Xinghe waved his hand, and the chess pieces on the board returned once more to the configuration of the Precious Dragon Chess Game from before.
Then he pointed to the lower-left corner of the board, the position where Ye Weiming