Tap!
The piece landed, and Shiwei vanished in the blink of an eye.
The black robe shifted slightly. "Old" raised another black piece and moved to place it on the board.
Halfway through the motion, his entire body abruptly froze, as though once again becoming a still image.
All the Mahayana cultivators gazed at the board, their expressions grave.
At that moment, a low hiss suddenly rang out. "I can take the next turn!"
At those words, the Nine Sects' Mahayana cultivators turned their heads, every gaze falling on Xiu She.
Xiu She's enormous body appeared and disappeared amid the five-colored miasma. Its head hung low, its cold, vertical pupils fixed unblinkingly on the many humans before it. Its forked tongue darted out as it continued to hiss, "But I want to know every secret of the Fusheng Chess Game now!"
The Nine Sects' Mahayana cultivators fell silent.
For a moment, the area beside the board became like an uninhabited wilderness, utterly still.
Before long, "Calamity" spoke in the same icy voice. "I can also enter the game at any time from now on."
"But before I enter, I must know the secrets of the Fusheng Chess Game too!"
Silence settled over the scene again.
After a long while, Fu Qiong's voice sounded faintly. "Very well. You two will enter the game next."
"But you must also follow our arrangements for where to place your pieces!"
Xiu She turned its head slightly, its cold, vertical pupils fixed on Fu Qiong. After a brief pause, it gave a small nod. "No problem."
On the inverted throne, the shadowy silhouette revealed nothing of its expression. "Calamity" spoke in an icy voice. "Agreed."
Fu Qiong nodded, then looked toward the other eight sects.
Seeing that no one from the other eight sects objected,