Fusheng Realm.
The lonely cliff, green pines, and vast Sea of Clouds... all blurred into a kaleidoscope of shifting colors.
In this realm, only a single chessboard remained crystal clear.
"Old" sat beside the board, his black robes dark as night, his bearing ancient and profound. His movements remained frozen, like a figure in a painting.
Numerous Mahayana cultivators surrounded the board, arguing heatedly. "Chongming Sect brought five Mahayana cultivators on this trip. Two have already entered the game. By proportion, we're first among the sects!"
"The next spots must go to the other sects!"
"Exactly! Not one of us from Yanxi City has entered yet. The next spot must be ours!"
"If that's how we're counting, every member of the Sacred Tower is here too. Why should we yield a spot to Yanxi City?"
"Setting aside the catalyst, there are twenty-six Mahayana cultivators from the Sacred Dao and thirty-six from the False Dao. So far, two from the Sacred Dao have entered the game, and three from the False Dao. By proportion, when spots open up in the game, someone from the Sacred Dao should go in!"
"Heh, heh, heh... Without the catalyst, how could any of you have come here? One catalyst is worth a hundred of you. The Sacred Sect must have priority for these spots!"
The Nine Sects squabbled over the spots, none willing to give way.
The Mahayana cultivators who were immortals in disguise watched silently from among them.
Suddenly, the piece "Old" held between his fingers dropped onto the board!
Click!
The black piece settled into place, and three gleaming white pieces were blocked off all at once, vanishing from the board in an instant.
The entire realm fell silent!
All the Mahayana cultivators stared at the board in astonishment.
A sign of great