Xingnian truly was Xingnian—truly a figure who could play Go against Mi Zhiben for five hundred years.
Even when he was ultimately intercepted and slain at the Heavenly River, he had still exploited death itself to the utmost.
In Chan Fayuan's view, what was truly formidable about Master Xingnian's move concerning [Flying Light]?
If Xingnian had known beforehand that this turn would destroy Flying Light, would he still have turned it?
He still would have done so.
Because this preserved the only possibility of recovering the Hearing Bell.
And also... placed the life of Yang Yu, that Celestial Demon seed willing to sacrifice himself for his sect, upon the wager.
So in this move, whether he knew or not, it was all within his calculations.
But what was most hateful was that Ji Xingkong specialized in the arts of the End Dharma, and thus possessed a deeper sense for destruction by nature. Perhaps he could have sensed Flying Light's destruction even earlier than Chan Fayuan... yet he had still clung to Chan Fayuan and made him decide.
What kind of shameless conduct was that?
The race against time had finally been won. Before Divine Firmament Land completely closed, before "No Evil Beyond Heaven," Chan Fayuan finally recovered his own piece, escaped the fate of elimination, and once again became a player in this game.
Yet he felt no joy in victory.
From this moment onward, he could no longer directly interfere in the Divine Firmament game, and his final strength had also been dissolved by that world.
"Take your filthy hands off me!" Chan Fayuan said through gritted teeth.
The black light beside the golden glow receded like a tide. From within the darkness, Ji Xingkong giggled. "That's not what you were saying just now! Weren't you talking about weathering