"Ghost Daoist..."
Elder Ge softly murmured that name, one so terrifying that ordinary people dared not even mention it.
Almost at the same time, the figure of a pitch-black person slowly appeared within Elder Ge's Sea of Consciousness.
Shrouded in black mist, he fixed Elder Ge with a glance, then slowly bowed.
Elder Ge's brows furrowed tightly.
He could sense that the aura of this Ghost Shadow had grown ever more sinister and powerful.
A thread of ancient Great Dao essence was incubating within it. It was even just one step away from turning substance into void and shattering the laws.
The two exchanged a glance across the void.
The next instant, the Ghost Shadow vanished, leaving no trace behind.
Within the pavilion, there was only a wisp of sandalwood incense, a cup of clear tea, and a chessboard—peaceful as ever.
Elder Ge sat silently before the chessboard, pondering for a long while before letting out a deep sigh.
He turned to look southward. The skies at the horizon were clear for ten thousand miles, and the blazing sun hung high.
Yet within that sun, unseen red light flickered faintly, like both bloodlight and firelight.
Elder Ge's brow remained tightly knit. After a moment, however, it gradually relaxed, carrying both relief and helplessness.
"Forget it. This Elder Ge will soon be stepping down as well. You can pick up these messes yourselves."
"All I need to do is play chess and enjoy my retirement..."
Elder Ge lowered his gaze to the chessboard. In his mind, the figure of a youth, bright and clear as the wind and fair as the moon, surfaced unbidden. He muttered, "I wonder when this child will play chess with me again..."
As Elder Ge looked south, many Void Insight Ancestors among cultivation factions throughout the