Please allow this matter, venerated immortal!

The floating life stage.

In the damp and blurry landscape, pine trees stood tall on the dangerous cliff. The pine needles were rustling like rain, hitting the black and white chessboard.

The clear pine incense dissipated like smoke, its cool breath penetrating the lungs, but the atmosphere on the cliff was stiff and cold, almost stagnant.

'Old' held a black chess piece in his hand and stood still in the air.

There were many people around him.

The Mahayana stage cultivators in all kinds of clothes looked solemn and had no desire to talk. They were all staring at the chess game in front of them.

As black and white intersected, the chess pieces were quietly arranged in a row.

Suddenly, the nine luminaries mountain's Longboat said, " "The game is stable."

Jian Shu of the Ryukyu Empire nodded his head and agreed."Nothing has happened to the 'calamity' yet."