They seemed to understand something.
"Xiaofan, thank you."
Li Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Xiaofan and spoke sincerely.
"Thank you for waking me up."
As he spoke, he turned and fixed his gaze once more on the enormous Epoch Sand Table.
"Everyone."
"Let's do it again."
"Alright."
The Heavenly Emperor Chess Soul looked at them and smiled, gratified.
"This is how you should be."
Then the game began again.
This time, Li Xiaoyu and the other three did not hesitate in the slightest.
With unprecedented resolve, they launched their final charge toward the darkness capable of destroying everything.
They no longer weighed gains and losses, nor did they hope for a flawless victory.
They held only one belief in their hearts: no matter the cost, they had to preserve the final spark for this world.
Even if that price was their own sacrifice.
They decisively abandoned those lands that had long been shrouded in darkness.
They decisively abandoned those cities that could no longer be saved.
They even decisively abandoned those mortal kingdoms that were weak, yet unwilling to bow their heads to fate.
They concentrated all their strength at the center of the Divine Land.
They would use their flesh and blood to build the final barrier for this world.
They would use their sacrifice to win this world its last sliver of hope.
The war was unimaginably brutal.
Countless living beings wailed and struggled amid that catastrophe, only to ultimately vanish into nothingness.
The entire Divine Land stood on the verge of collapse in that war.
But they succeeded.
They succeeded in preserving the final spark for this world.
They succeeded in finding this world its last sliver of hope.
They lost this game.
But they had also won.
"Congratulations."
The Heavenly Emperor Chess Soul looked at them as