Zhao Zi's chessboard world was her "analysis of principles" of The Present World.
It was precisely because she saw this world so clearly that she loathed it so deeply.
Kuang Ming's Dragon-Snake Struggle-for-Life Bell, on the other hand, was chaos and slaughter brought to their utmost extreme. The mystic dragon fought the soaring serpent, man fought Heaven, and I fought my enemy.
The two worlds met, collided, and gave rise to great billowing masses of calamity clouds stretched across the sky.
Someone truly wanted Kuang Ming dead.
For an organization like Equality State, one utterly incapable of contending with Hegemon State, to have gathered such detailed and accurate intelligence on Kuang Ming—without the devoted assistance of someone within Jing Kingdom, it could never have done so.
The chess game constructed upon that intelligence possessed an innate and overwhelming suppression of Kuang Ming.
Even one as powerful as Kuang Ming could only fight for opportunity and life with blood and lifespan.
The Go world had its boundaries, nineteen lines across and nineteen down.
The four stood within it like a grain of dust in a turbid world. To call them evil was too small; to call them righteous was too insignificant.
The end of the world lay within sight, yet every step forward spanned the distance between life and death.
At this moment, Sun Yin gripped the edge of his lance. Blood dripped down, making the sound of water leaking onto the chessboard.
When he opened eyes capable of Lifespan Sight and spoke, his voice mingled with the inner-scene bell chimes from Yujing Mountain.
Zhao Zi and Qian Chou, each occupying one side, also silently stood firm. The blood begonia that ended souls and lives slowly faded from their bodies.
Just as the intelligence had indicated—Sun Yin was, in truth, the