Chapter 771 - 386: Revival (Part 2)

Chapter 771: Chapter 386: Revival (Part 2)

Luo Men smiled as he placed a chess piece, and with each piece he placed, he grew more serious.

Such familiar moves...

The more he played, the more alarmed he became.

In Dawn, many people knew that the Sword Saint loved to play chess, so Eric, Metheus, and a generation of Sword Saint disciples all learned to play. Even if they weren’t good at it, they would set up a board during their leisure time.

So, the Sword Saint’s strategy was here...

Place, place, place...

In a trance, a somewhat gruff voice rang out.

Luo Men’s hand, which was about to place a piece, froze, and he looked up abruptly.

Beside Old Li, the once extraordinarily aged Lalu was becoming young again.

Just after washing the dishes, Shi Yun, who entered through the door, also became beautiful and gentle.

His gaze shifted slightly; Old Li had not changed, still maintaining his aged appearance, but sometime he had lowered his head, closing his cloudy eyes, with only his hand placing a white piece at the upper right of the board under the guidance of the gruff man.

"Kid, why are you standing there? It’s your turn."

Lalu patted Luo Men on the shoulder with a fan, bringing him back to his senses.

Luo Men exhaled deeply, his eyes becoming incredibly focused.

He began to replay the game, finding that some of his moves seemed a bit off.

The moment this thought arose, the pieces quietly changed, everything shifting in the direction he envisaged.

Disregarding whether these changes violated the rules, he immediately placed another piece.

"This!"

"This!"

"This!"

"This!"

One command after another, gradually filling the board. The burly man’s chess skills were extraordinarily high, completely different from his appearance.

Sweat appeared on Luo Men’s forehead as he involuntarily thought of those games a hundred years ago with the Sword Saint, the pressure back then was equally immense.

Equally...desperate.

Even though those misplaced pieces had returned to his most satisfactory positions, he still fell step by step into a hopeless situation.

Plop~

With the fan landing in one spot, Old Li’s aged hand placed another piece.

Luo Men’s hand holding the chess piece paused.

He was silent for a moment, replaying and simulating the game in his heart, then said helplessly, "I lost."

"Old Li, see, I told you, the one who taught him is still a lousy player!"

The burly man laughed triumphantly, opening the fan to fan himself twice, his body’s muscles matched with a fan and a somewhat incongruous white robe, creating an odd appearance.

Yet he remained at ease, looking every bit like a carefree gentleman.

Receiving no response, Lalu looked puzzled and tapped Old Li’s head with the fan, "Hey, Old Li, still sleeping? Tsk, sleep any longer and Shi Yun will leave with me?"

Lalu shook his head, turning: "Some people, you know, love to pretend to sleep, while others love to linger, Old Li...your disciple doesn’t resemble you at all..."

A gentle murmur arose, as Lalu and Shi Yun walked away into that peaceful world: "We’re all destined to die of old age, what is it you’re still holding onto? You’re...not like you anymore."

Clang~

A sword’s resonance echoed, and the entire world was frozen in this one sound.

Luo Men closed his eyes, bowed his head, like a child who’d done something wrong sitting there, the chess piece in his hand not falling for a long time.

Suddenly, a force guided his hand downward.

Plop~

"Seven hundred years, this time...I won."

An elderly, hoarse voice emerged.

Luo Men dared not look up, but he felt an incredibly sharp yet gentle gaze looking over.

He could only stare at the chessboard, as with this piece played, it seemed...the deadlock was revitalized.

Recalling those silently changing pieces, he seemed to realize, the black pieces perhaps didn’t represent him, Luo Men, but...the Sword Saint!

He stared in a daze, almost murmuring, "I was wrong..."

"Right or wrong doesn’t matter, the final game, I really enjoyed it, you...weren’t too bad."

Luo Men abruptly looked up, seeing those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, eyes now devoid of fatigue, as sharp as...three hundred years ago, the Sword Saint who crossed continents and oceans toward the stars.

"But nowadays it’s the young who bear the weight, it feels like I’ve lived five hundred years in vain, Baiyi, Yuan Tang, Diane, they’ve all surpassed me, I can’t fight on the front lines, nor can I do as Master said, leading a new era."

"I even selfishly wanted you to stay here...."

Speaking of which, he faltered, slowly bowing his head.

The Sword Saint looked at the man and woman who were indifferent to the frozen world, gradually walking away.

He suddenly laughed, a laughter Luo Men hadn’t heard since Shi Yun’s departure.

This was the Sword Saint’s smile, not Old Li’s.

"Isn’t this wonderful? New talents are the new hope, isn’t that the meaning of your name? Embracing all, ushering in a new era."

"As the one who opens the way, you are qualified."

"When people are tired, they can stop and rest." The Sword Saint gently patted his shoulder:

"But the goal is always ahead. Even if you can’t reach the end, you should try to let your body fall closer to the goal."

"Emotions can only be the driving force for your progress. If emotions become a burden, it only means... you have strayed."

Clang~

The resonant sound of the sword became even clearer.

The entire world began to show scars.

"This is the last lesson I’ll teach you: exert yourself to the fullest, until death."

Clang~

A sword intent soared to the sky, echoing through the entire world, as the world began to collapse.

The first to shatter... were the two retreating figures.

Boom!

Yuan Tang abruptly turned his head, exhaling long and deeply.

That ancient will... had still revived.

He put down the instrument in his hand, feeling his own magic power, without wasting a second, the space distorted instantly.

The immense Power of Forbidden Curse swept into the sky!

Buzz~

In the space, a god suddenly became rigid.

"Are you okay?"

"Why did you come?"

Diane wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, just as she asked the question, an incredibly unique wave suddenly rose.

In the sky, the Sword Mark which had disappeared for more than two years slowly became vivid again.

An old yet sharp sword intent was watching all the existences above Legendary.

It was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over all life, starting to sway lightly, as if it could fall at any moment and pierce these powerful beings.

Diane was stunned for a moment. She glanced at the unmoving god bound by the Forbidden Curse not far away, without hesitation, she took her own brother, who was once again exhausted, into the Undead Calamity.

Without hesitation, she rushed towards the Official Letter who was entangled with a Divine Abomination.

She had stopped the descent of two Divine Abominations, but that Official Letter... was already about to collapse.

And after she left.

Eliya furrowed her brow, the Divine Artifact in her hand suddenly emitted a tremendous light, bursting open the Forbidden Curse that was about to compress her into two dimensions.

He glanced at the Capital City, then at the immense Celestial City that could now be clearly seen.

The sword had revived, and the Fierce Sun behind him was almost there....

His eyes flickered, ignoring distance, he gazed at a shadow.

In the next moment, buzz~

A creature covered in eyes, causing discomfort with just one glance, was struck and flew into a city.

Boom!

A powerful rumble echoed, the city began to collapse, and the legions stationed inside the city, close to the True God, all began to mutate.

Bloodshed, wails, and dead silence started to spread.

In the sky, the rapidly approaching Celestial City suddenly froze.

Then a massive wave of destiny began to spread, instantly locking onto the god covered in frenzied eyes.

"Kinos? You tricked me!"

A non-human roar erupted, and the Ancient God didn’t hesitate, tearing open space to dive in, rushing into the depths of the turbulent spatial currents.

The terrifying aura of 186-A began to fade slowly, taking with it the Godslaying Divine Abomination, disappearing from their perception.

A shadow appeared beside Eliya, and he smiled as he said, "At this point, are you still playing the lone hero? Let’s go, first seize the Celestial City, it belongs to Destiny."

The shadow flickered, taking Eliya with it, they disappeared in an instant.

They felt the degree of the sword’s revival and decided to accelerate their actions, heading straight for the largest square in the city center.

There, Luoning was watching them with a complex expression.

Eliya was a little surprised: "The aura of destiny? It’s not from the Illusory Disc....."

Buzz~

[Intruder detected, highest authority activated.]

The immense Power of Destiny approached instantly, and before they knew it, everything around them had changed.

The enormous mecha that had disappeared was now opening its chest, looking at them.

Without waiting for them to take evasive steps, the fire in the chest of the mecha suddenly began to bloom.

In Dongwu City.

Luoning looked at the two people lying among the Holy Descendants. ℯ

"Brother... you could even calculate this? But when will you wake up...."