Primordial Wilderness.
Inside a cave beneath a dried-up waterfall.
The scorching heat was kept outside by a hastily arranged formation. "Shiwei" and "Feirong" each occupied a corner, their auras surging and ebbing as the fragrance of pills lingered around them. They were making the most of their time to heal with all their might.
A figure in a black robe carrying a saber sat cross-legged in the center. It was Pei Ling's replica, standing guard over the two of them.
At that moment, space rippled slightly at the entrance. Xuan Shan appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by a pitch-black shadow that exuded an aura of endless calamity. It was Pei Ling's Main Body, along with "Disaster."
After glancing around the cave and extending his Spiritual Sense to confirm that there was nothing amiss, Pei Ling nodded slightly and turned to "Disaster." "This chess game marks the beginning of the Primordial War. It's extremely dangerous."
"It's daytime now, with ten suns in the sky. You can't move about on your own."
"Rest here for a while."
"I have some things to take care of outside. I'll be back after nightfall."
At that, "Disaster" nodded. "All right!"
It then found a corner of the cave, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began circulating its cultivation technique to recover from its injuries.
Seeing this, Pei Ling flicked his sleeve, and his figure vanished at once.
Time passed slowly. "Shiwei" and "Feirong" gradually recovered their auras, and their injuries steadily improved.
Before long, the two had fully recovered. They opened their eyes and immediately spotted "Disaster" not far away.
Seeing this, "Feirong" asked at once, "Disaster, how many people entered the game after me?"
"Disaster" opened its eyes as well and looked toward him, its voice icy. "'Yingyan' of the Cold Abyss Sword Sect,