"But they forgot one thing: chess pieces are people too. And people have tempers."
"If a chess piece doesn't want to be played with, it can absolutely jump off the board and slap the player across the face."
Someone below couldn't help laughing. That was quite the spirited metaphor.
That's right—they should step forward and give them a huge slap.
So you fucking like playing chess and acting all profound, huh?
But even more people silently clenched their fists.
Lin Heng's voice abruptly rose, carrying a trace of challenge as he asked, "Who does the Immortal Realm belong to?"
"The Immortal Realm belongs to you, to me, but ultimately, it belongs to every person who carries hope and seeks to prove the Dao and become immortal."
"Why must we become trapped birds in a cage? Why should the price of an Epoch gambit be paid with our blood?"
"The Starry Sky Ancient Road has buried countless peerless powerhouses—generation after generation of emperors, generation after generation of Sages. Once they set foot upon it, they never returned."
"Do you all think I brought you to Heavenly Action Continent to seize territory? To kill someone? To unite someone, to wipe someone out?"
As Lin Heng spoke, he swept out a hand. "No. The world has misunderstood me, Lin Heng!"
"It doesn't matter that they misunderstood me yesterday. It doesn't matter that they misunderstand me today, because the me of the future will still be me."
"This is an epic battle that we, as people of the Immortal Realm, have no choice but to fight in order to defend our homeland."
"If sacrificing our generation can forge a broad, smooth road to the Great Dao for all generations to come..." Lin Heng pounded his chest and declared with resounding force, "I, Lin Heng,