Selfish and stray thoughts... finally churning up from the depths?
Xin Yi stroked the back of his own head, playfully teasing his old friend in his heart.
When the game progressed to the forty-first move, that sort of situation meant even a minor spirit-communicating novice just starting out on the path of cultivation could see that True Man Guangwei had already fallen into a losing posture, with not a single chance of turning it back around. Yet once he conceded defeat, this game, which could be called "unprecedented," would completely lose any necessity for continued existence.
At this moment, True Man Guangwei's "selfishness" truly gained the upper hand.
He wanted this game to be prolonged as much as possible, "forcing" Yu Ci to fully display the divine abilities and might within it so that the tens of thousands of cultivators between the water and sky could experience the unimaginable marvels of talismanic arts.
Yet it was precisely this "selfishness" that truly cast aside sectarian prejudices, leaving no distinction of yours and mine, or inside and outside.
There was only an absolute "obsession" with talismanic arts.
No matter how many people inside and outside Shuxuan Tower could understand Xin Yi's words and appreciate Guangwei's sentiments, the game continued.
Yu Ci responded in kind.
He had himself practically suffered the slaughter of a major dragon, wiping out a third of the forty-odd aperture points he had laid out in the blink of an eye. Whether on the actual chessboard or under the rules of the Star Array Method, it was thoroughly ominous.
Yet from beginning to end, Yu Ci did not even blink, and the rhythm of his stone placements showed no trace of change, remaining just as crisp and direct.
As the white light dropped onto the chessboard, still no changes