Outside Beast Bridge, stars shifted and constellations turned; inside Beast Bridge, the starry clouds remained unchanged.
More and more Fate Arts Masters entered, arriving one after another to watch the battle.
Li Qingxian and Great Sir stood amid the white mist of the birdcage, continuously deducing Fortune and Annual Fate.
Birth, Cap and Girdle, Taking Office, Imperial Prosperity, Bathing Fragile, Death, Tomb, Extinction, Decline, Illness, Gestation, Nurturing...
Whenever a new Fate Gentleman appeared, the two wrote down its number and then determined its Annual Fate.
One, two...
Thirty, thirty-one...
One hundred and one, one hundred and two...
Two hundred, three hundred...
The Fate Arts Masters outside discussed it fervently.
"We misjudged him. That Slanted-Eye Dog Head has such a solid foundation. More than three hundred Annual Fates, and every one of them is correct."
"Great Sir truly deserved his long-standing fame. He won every previous round of Fate Chess, so he must be extraordinary."
"It is difficult for a Middle Rank Fate Arts Master to achieve this. One would need to rise to Third Rank and become an Upper Rank Fate Arts Master to manage it."
"Yes. Observing Fate through Qi consumes immense essence, qi, and spirit. Observing Annual Fate more than three hundred times is nearly equivalent to a Martial Cultivator fighting continuously for several days. Their physical strength and mana are about to run dry; from here on, it will be a contest of will and divine sense."
"The key is that this is only the first round. Once their essence, qi, and spirit are exhausted, the second round will see the map exhausted and the dagger revealed."
"Wait, something is happening."
"That's right. Great Sir is starting to slow down."
Everyone turned to look at Great Sir.
Great Sir inside the birdcage could not see outside, but