[In this nearly hopeless predicament, a sliver of vitality finally emerged.]
[The instant you activated this talent, everything around you froze once more.]
[The stirring of that Mighty Power, which had nearly exploded inside you, likewise seemed to be "soothed" and ceased moving.]
[That Mighty Power beyond your comprehension descended once again.]
[It had neither form nor substance, yet seemed to stand above every existence you knew.]
[At this moment, the [Venerable Lord of Yin-Yang Authority]'s forcibly imposed borrowed attunement rank and Past Li Ping's influence both seemed insignificant.]
["Is this the turning point for everything..."]
[You thought.]
[You gazed at the spheres of light still floating around you, one after another. They were so dreamlike!]
[Suddenly, you caught sight of a peculiar purple sphere of light.]
[What made it peculiar?]
[Perhaps it was because it was already shattered, as though it would dissipate completely at any moment.]
[And naturally, you recognized this sphere of light—it was none other than [Purple Talent: I Am the Chess Player].]
[A deeply concealed, utterly fragmented true spirit within it was also beginning to dissipate as the talent crumbled so severely. Yet the Great Dao's voice still emerged from within:]
["You've come..."]
[There were no further words, only that single "You've come..."]
[Yet it moved you profoundly.]
[Perhaps with the help of the final power of [Purple Talent: I Am the Chess Player], or perhaps beneath the all-surpassing Mighty Power of [Purple Talent: Existence from Nonexistence]]
[—you actually broke free of Past Li Ping's influence at this moment!]
[In a flash of lightning, you understood everything, but said little.]
[Everything lay in what remained unspoken. You merely whispered:]
["I've come."]
["Have you..."]
[The Great Dao's voice within that talent began to falter, its faint true spirit growing ever thinner:]
["Then... that is good..."]
["Then...