Within the narrow Border Purgatory, it seemed to become infinitely lofty in an instant.
It was as though, the moment the giant eye opened, the entire world had expanded with it, making people feel so tiny, like dust.
And within that upward "look down," Ji Jue and Wen Wen's figures had already entered that pitch-black pupil.
Yet reflected alongside them was another figure—one who had not originally existed here, and whose arrival before them had gone unnoticed.
A gaunt man with unkempt long hair, sitting on the ground with his arms around his knees.
A youth, a middle-aged man, or an old man.
Layer upon layer of outlines overlapped upon him, shifting endlessly, flickering without pause, impossible to stabilize—yet as though deliberately so.
He held several black and white stones in his hand, looking down and gazing at the chessboard before him, entertaining himself. Now, along with the giant eye, he raised his face and looked toward them.
Examining them closely.
No words or introductions were needed. The instant that giant eye opened, Ji Jue understood what had appeared before him.
The so-called Holy God!
Wen Sheng.
Only...
Ji Jue frowned, slightly disappointed. "It's not the main body?"
Ji Jue was not at all surprised by the Holy God's appearance. After all, judging others by his own narrow-mindedness and vicious scheming, such a grave hidden danger would certainly have warranted corresponding arrangements.
The countless legions within Border Purgatory, the saint's garrison, and even the sheer wall of time constructed within the Well of Lost Light.
It was indeed foolproof, but still not enough.
If I were the enemy, I would definitely station an ambush here. Then, at the critical moment when the enemy was exhausted, I would strike fiercely and surely achieve an extraordinary victory.
With such thoughts in mind,