Wind Wheel

Within the chessboard, sacred radiance gradually emerged.

No imperial clan that had endured to the present day was simple. Even after the passage of countless years, they still had many powers at their disposal, even if those powers were sealed through bloodlines.

But no matter what, the Liu family's scheme was indeed open and aboveboard.

After advancing to the Legendary realm, one's ability to perceive the world gradually rose. Not to mention that Jon had always been an expert in this field.

He could sense these things, and he knew what the Liu family was planning.

Everyone knew that such authority could not possibly be concentrated in one person's hands. Yet after being held for too long, it could easily become a family inheritance, just as it had in ancient times. So they had simply tampered with the chessboard. That way, its holders would have to be selected from among the various families, with everyone competing through strength. Very fair.

Although Jon found it merely passable, from the standpoint of good and evil in the human world, this was already the best objective among everyone trying to seize the chessboard.

That peace and compassion were powers acknowledged by all the common people of the realm countless years ago.

Where the people's hearts turned, nothing could stand against them.

Thus, all sounds fell silent.

The light of mercy and compassion flowed through this place. Light burst forth from within the chessboard, inheriting the sacrificer's will and drawing forth the spiritual imprint of Emperors Wen and Jing from thousands of years ago. That gentle compassion merged into the radiance and scattered over all darkness, like a merciful goddess embracing everything—even sin and darkness—within her arms.

No action, no self.

I am everywhere in this world.

No one could resist this power, not