Yang Huai had indeed witnessed a sight unlike any he had ever seen before.
The chessboard seemed to have evolved into a vast, independent expanse. Thunderclouds stretched across the heavens, while the countless black and white pieces below transformed into mountains, rivers, and great peaks. Within them, two terrifying figures fought without cease.
One was wreathed in lightning, each strike like countless bolts of thunder sweeping forth from his fly-whisk.
The other could neither be seen nor heard. Only a dazzling streak of sword light circled around him.
Looking closely, Yang Huai saw phantom images of three divine beasts flickering within the sword light: a dragon, a phoenix, and a Black Tortoise. Every flicker made the sword light stronger!
"Six Divine Powers Origin Art! You actually cultivated the third divine beast sword heart!"
The old Daoist's voice rang out from within, carrying a distinct trace of surprise!
Sword light and thunder shook the heart and soul.
As the two majestic figures competed in their Dao cultivation—
On the earth below—
As far as the eye could see, countless black and white chess pieces stood in stark, separate camps. On one side, numerous wandering swordsmen roamed among the mountains, carrying out assassinations or weaving alliances and stratagems.
The other side commanded armies.
Yet they were no ordinary armies, but forces formed of Yellow Turban Mighty Warriors, fierce soldiers, ghosts, and gods. They marched through the depths of mountains and across the earth, colliding with the countless swordsmen.
But in an instant, every collision gradually turned into countless fragments of radiant light.
Before Yang Huai's eyes, the two figures slowly transformed into two streaks of light.
One was pure lightning, the other pure sword light.
Their manifestations were almost like the evolution of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, containing endless