Not far beneath the rosy clouds, two people were playing chess. A middle-aged scholar in green held white, while a swordsman as small as a monkey held black. Each casually pinched the air to form a piece, then gently set it in place.
Any Sword Cultivation expert who saw them would have felt their heart and courage shatter, for every piece in their hands was formed from pure sword intent.
"You're just letting those devil whelps go?"
Kongkong'er placed a black piece in the air. Its sword intent sliced through space, leaving ripples behind.
"Yes. The Blood River Realm has appeared in this world, and the Celestial Master Sect's seal has been broken. There's no hiding that news."
The Beimang Ghost Ancestor watched Kongkong'er place his piece. "Killing a few juniors is no great feat."
"You're ready to meet him?"
Kongkong'er looked at the Ghost Ancestor. "Aren't you the sneaky old ghost who likes nothing better than keeping still, hiding behind the scenes to watch events unfold, then jumping out at the end?"
"I'm getting impatient."
The Ghost Ancestor's lips curled in a mocking smile. "You know, the dead generally aren't in a hurry. When we are, it's a matter of deadly urgency."
"That joke was colder than the Frozen Silence Demon Kingdom."
Kongkong'er gazed toward the distant Void Rift.
"Why haven't the people from Mysterious Capital Palace come yet?"
"They're waiting too."
The mockery in the Ghost Ancestor's smile deepened.
"What a fine opportunity to see how sturdy the cage they've built around this world is. Oh, I mean its protection."
"A test?"
"The Blood River Realm is a complete Lesser Thousandfold World. Its heavenly firmament was torn apart by Heavenly Demons, and every living creature was wiped out or reduced to the Slave Race. But in terms of