Qing Chen, Lu Rang, Jiang Li, and Yu Linglong had already entered this region.
Before them stretched endless chess lines, glowing with profound, unfathomable light.
"This chess formation... is exactly like the method for breaking the game that I saw in the Small Courtyard."
Jiang Li couldn't help murmuring. When he had watched the game in the Small Courtyard, he had already sensed the thoughts and ideas of the person trying to break it in the real world.
Now, everything was being confirmed, one by one.
So the seven-piece chess game his master had played was a reflection of this place.
Suddenly, he sensed a strange aura. He immediately raised his eyes and looked ahead.
His gaze fell on the melancholy man beside Chess Ancestor. The two looked at each other, and it seemed that chess lines were blooming in both their eyes!
"Evil corpse from my past life... so it really is you."
Jiang Li murmured.
A trace of self-mockery appeared in the melancholy man's eyes. He said,
"I've been dead for many years, yet I still can't find peace. Is there a projection of me in this life?"
At the same time, Qing Chen immediately looked up toward Ancestor Shi.
Within that region, crisscrossed with chess lines, Ancestor Shi was trapped, yet he neither fussed nor made a sound, sitting as still as if in meditation. Only now did he suddenly open his eyes, glance at Qing Chen, and press his palms together.
"Though my previous life has passed, great karma has carried over into this one. Wonderful, wonderful."
As he spoke, the wooden box in his hands suddenly shone with boundless brilliance.
The wooden box exploded. Within it, a jet-black relic, as dark as divine crystal, bobbed in the air, manifesting the shadow of a monk clad