Shattered chess stones scattered in all directions, falling into the surging black mist of Chaos around them. Without making the slightest sound, they were dissolved completely by the chaotic energy. The pitch-black hole that had burst open from underground lay directly beneath the ancient coffin. A red and a black glimmer slowly floated up from its unfathomable depths. The red light was gentle, yet carried the bloody, vicious aura spilling from the ancient coffin. The black light was cold and desolate, faintly sharing the same origin as the primordial aura winding around the Chaos Elder.
Lin Chen stepped back, his foot crushing the cracked stone pieces patterned with chess lines beneath him. The Fate-Defying Ancestral Seal at his chest alternated between cold and hot. Fine black lines that had previously been hidden at the edges of the seal now crept outward along its patterns bit by bit as the two lights emerged from the hole. The ancient heartbeat from the coffin and the pulsing sound from underground layered over each other, shaking the entire Void Chess Platform without cease. The black and white pieces floating in the air swayed uncontrollably from side to side, and many chipped pieces tumbled one after another into the endless void of Chaos.
The army of demons, assimilated by the blood-red mist and originally rushing toward the secret realm's rift to stop the desolate beasts, all halted halfway. Their bodies stiffly turned toward the hole, the scarlet in their eyes fading by more than half, as though their souls had been restrained by the two strange lights rising from underground. They abandoned their original goal and gathered in groups across the broken chess squares. Their malformed palms trembled slightly, as though driven by some instinct to approach the glowing masses drifting from the hole.
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