At that, Pei Ling didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately placed the white stone on the tengen point.
In an instant, the surrounding scenery shattered with a roar!
Countless fragments came tumbling down, like a bizarre, dazzling rainstorm.
Time seemed to stop at that very moment.
Just then, "Old" took a black stone from the stone container and placed it on the board as well.
Pei Ling made no further move. "Chui Yu" beside him reached into the stone container, took out a white stone, and placed it on the board for him.
"Old" said nothing. He took out another black stone and placed it on the board.
Right after that, "Xiang Zai" also took a white stone from the container and set it down somewhere on the board for Pei Ling.
"Old" took out another black stone and placed it calmly.
Next, "Gu Miao" stepped forward and placed a white stone for Pei Ling.
Tap, tap, tap...
Black and white stones fell in turn. The wind died down, the pines stood still, and the atmosphere grew ever tenser, like a bow being slowly drawn taut.
All the Mahayana cultivators stared unblinking at the board, their expressions solemn.
No matter how skilled one was at Go, this Fusheng Chess Game was a dead end!
The true key wasn't how good one's playing was, but that the first nine stones could not be captured!
After that, everything depended on the strength of the key player and their followers...
Thus, all the Mahayana followers chose positions around the tengen point, where the fewest black stones stood...
Before long, all nine white stones had been placed, and the followers had finished their moves.
The instant the final white stone entered the game, the nine figures vanished in a flash. "Old" was about