Chapter 560 - 321: Go Down and Face Your Punishment

"Tyrannical Dao?" Chen Yi wanted to laugh a little. How could a bunch of Evil Demonic Dao, who hid in the dark to murder commoners, understand what the "Tyrannical Dao" was? After all, it still contained the word "Dao."

However, Chen Yi also knew why they felt that way. It was all because their Heart Spirits were intimidated by the Illusion Realm that had evolved in the Zhou surroundings.

The human body contained three Seas of Qi: the Dantian, the Chest, and the Yintang. While it seemed they were all for guiding, gathering, and storing Qi, there were actually subtle differences—namely, the three elements of Essence, Qi, and God. The Dantian stored Essence, the Chest strengthened Qi, and the Yintang nourished God. Martial Arts followed this order, using True Essence from the bottom up to Step by step fill one’s own Essence, Qi, and God until achieving Dao Perfection.

But the Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting learned by scholars was not like this. In other words, when scholars Cultivated their moral character and nurtured their nature, what they nourished was their own "God." This was also the reason why Chen Yi could resist Du Cang’s Black Magic Secret Skill using the Chess Dao. Speaking solely of "God," once a scholar’s Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting reached Dao Perfection, they could borrow the power of Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism to do things that ordinary people, or even Martial Artists, could not.

Just like how the Chess Dao could evolve heaven and earth, deducing people or events. Just like how the Painting Dao could mix the false with the genuine; the people painted would transition from illusion to solidity, appearing entirely real. Therefore, when Chen Yi used the Chess Dao to capture the Heart Spirits of Xue Chong and the others, he was suppressing them with absolute "God." Although the Chess Dao was not as lethal as Du Cang’s Black Magic Secret Skill, it was enough to heavily injure Xue Chong. As for the Poisonous Insects invading from all around... such mindless creatures would have their heads crushed by "God" with Yi-ease.

While watching the outside slaughter between Yan Jingchen, Pei Ze, and the others, Chen Yi unhurriedly continued to place his pieces. Every white piece tossed onto the chessboard would trigger transformations in this heaven and earth. Storms, lightning, landslides, and more. Xue Chong was battered and exhausted by this series of changes. Even though he was certain that they weren’t truly injured, the pain felt entirely real. Furthermore, with every new wound that appeared on his body, he could perceive his own weakening. It was not a weakening of his True Essence Cultivation, but a growing heaviness in his body and a sense of powerlessness in connecting with and manipulating Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism.

"Liu Wu!

"The Shu State Jianghu widely rumors that you are a figure on par with Xiao Jinghong, yet to think you can’t even fight us head-on!"

Chen Yi glanced at him. "Noisy!"

He tossed out another chess piece from his hand, linking it with the dozens of white pieces from earlier to act as a General encircling several Heizi within. The next moment, a two-horned Jiao Dragon darted out from the chessboard. Its thick, sturdy body coiled as it hovered in midair. Its golden eyes, devoid of any emotion, stared coldly at Xue Chong and his group.

Too lazy to waste more words on these people, Chen Yi pointed with One Finger. The Jiao Dragon immediately dove toward Xue Chong and the others, the dense, misty luster around its Zhou body softly illuminating the surroundings.

Seeing this, Xue Chong’s serpent-like face turned so gloomy and cold that it looked as if it might drip blood. The charming woman beside him Transferred her position and shoved him. "Dodge!"

The rest of the group moved in unified Steps. But after the Jiao Dragon flew past, countless bits of Scale Armor shed from within the luster surrounding its Zhou body. Even if Xue Chong and the others dodged its fatal strike, their bodies were pierced by the closely trailing scales. One piece after another, they poked dozens—even hundreds—of bloody holes into their bodies.

Even so, they still did not dissipate or die.

Xue Chong and the others looked down at themselves and revealed miserable smiles.

"What a formidable Chess Dao. I admit defeat."

To think their Five Poison Sect had rampaged across the Jianghu for hundreds of years, relying entirely on the Poison Skills they Cultivated and the Poisonous Insects they refined. Yet here, facing Chen Yi, not only were their Poison Skills completely ineffective, but even those Poisonous Insects they had painstakingly poured their blood and sweat into were utterly useless. They were like toddlers who had just learned to walk, left with no choice but to suffer endless torment within this chessboard.

That woman had lost her former charm; more than half of her face had been sliced off by the Jiao Dragon Scale Armor. It was a bloody, mangled mess. However, her eyes still glared fiercely at Chen Yi.

"No matter how high your Chess Dao Realm is, it is still useless in Martial Arts slaughter! If our Cultivation had broken through to the Upper Three Grades, this Chess Dao of yours would be nothing but a Blinding Technique!"

Hearing this, Chen Yi paused. With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the Jiao Dragon. He stood tall, leapt onto the chessboard, and said in a flat tone:

"When your Five Poison Sect laid plans in the Shu State to murder those refugees, did you ever consider that they had no Cultivation, or that their Cultivation and Realm were lower than yours?

"If they had Martial Arts to protect themselves, even if they couldn’t avoid the plague poison, they could have held on a little longer. But now...

"They have to fight for their lives against King Yama!"

Chen Yi’s gaze swept over Xue Chong and the others one by one, as if looking at a few ants.

"You wouldn’t understand the principle of ’do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself’ even if I explained it. You might as well roll down to the underworld and suffer your punishment."

As his voice fell, the surrounding mountains, rivers, and forests suddenly dissipated. Looking again, he and Xue Chong’s group were still standing in their original spots. The sounds of Yan Jingchen, Pei Ze, and a third person fighting in the distance drifted over.

Compared to Chen Yi’s calmness, Xue Chong and the others—who had just emerged from the chessboard world—no longer possessed their previous ferocity. Instead, they withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their bodies hunched over, barely able to remain standing. Even if they could still mobilize the True Essence in their bodies and connect with Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, their auras were already extremely weak. Of all their Cultivation and Techniques, not even one-tenth remained.

Xue Chong and his group looked at Chen Yi not far away, abruptly grit their teeth, and yelled, "Sect Leader, be careful! He..."

But before they could finish speaking, Chen Yi had already moved. The distance of a hundred feet was crossed in the blink of an eye. The Long Spear was like a crescent moon, bending into a bow as it swept out horizontally.

"Quickly..."

"Dodge..."

As Xue Chong and the others stared at the sudden flare of golden light, their faces were instantly overcome with absolute terror.