My own chessboard—no one could overturn the board, not even me! Gu Yuan sensed the changes in the surrounding space, and a strange feeling rose within him.
He knew he seemed to have entered some unimaginable place. The feeling was deeply familiar, as though he had experienced it before.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to remain calm. He did not know what the other party intended to do, but no matter what, he was safe.
It was merely a physical body. Whether to abandon it or keep it was entirely his choice.
As the surrounding space changed completely, Gu Yuan discovered that he was standing in a peculiar pitch-black space.
Only faint specks of light floated before his eyes, like fireflies burning in the darkness.
Not far away stood a palace. It was lofty and solemn, seeming to transcend the mortal world. The laws and rules surrounding it could not be seen clearly, and it emanated an ancient, mysterious aura.
Gu Yuan stepped forward and walked toward the palace.
By now, he had more or less understood quite a few things.
His footsteps were light, yet crisp footfalls rang out in this silent space.
When he reached the palace entrance, Gu Yuan stopped.
He raised his head and looked at the tightly shut gates, his expression blank.
It seemed his performance had truly drawn someone else's attention.
He gently pushed open the gates.
The sight within the palace shocked him.
It was an enormous, empty space.
At the very center of the palace was a seat, upon which someone sat.
That person wore a black robe. His face could not be seen, yet an exceedingly profound aura radiated from him.
Ancient and simple, mysterious.
A deterrence that came from the depths of the soul!
"Greetings, Supreme!"