The immortal's expression darkened. He couldn't easily make contact with mortals, but of the two on Qingyao Mountain, one was a Fallen Immortal, and the other was Xun Mu of the Primordial Wilderness, defying Heavenly Law. Both were immortals in essence!
He could make a move without hesitation!
At that thought, the immortal immediately reached out. But the next moment...
He suddenly found himself seated beside a chessboard, in the spot that had been empty across from him. At some point, a cold, shadowy figure had appeared there.
The figure was entirely shrouded in a pure-black robe, its hood pulled low so that its face could not be seen. It seemed to embody the terror, strangeness, and calamity of this entire world. The black-robed figure spoke in a low, hollow voice. "You go first!"
At the sight of this, the immortal was taken aback, then immediately understood what had happened.
He had just finished playing five games of chess. The person before him hadn't truly invited him, but that Fallen Immortal!
It was just that the Fallen Immortal's aura now was exactly the same as his own. The figure before him had mistaken him for the Fallen Immortal!
He couldn't make a move in this game...!
Otherwise, he would immediately be drawn into the Fusheng Chess Game!
He had to wait for the Fallen Immortal to recover his original identity!
With that in mind, the immortal sat motionless beside the chessboard, showing no intention of making a move.
After waiting a moment, the cold, shadowy figure across the board urged him, "Hurry up!"
The immortal gave no response, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
After waiting a long while more, the figure's aura gradually grew utterly terrifying and ancient, like a primordial fiend that had abruptly awakened from the