The chessboard of the Heavenly Dao has reached its conclusion.
Yet the outcome fails to satisfy either side, plunging both into silent contemplation, replaying the match within their Divine Souls, searching for potential disruptions of cause-and-effect upon the cosmic chessboard by their opponent.
The efforts yield some results.
"Yuan, you should compromise more!"
A Great Expert from the Wanshou Immortal Sect, a burly and wild-looking man, spoke bluntly: "Our greatest loss is merely the destruction of one human form. Six to seven thousand years later, even with the potent and terrifying Destructive Poison injuring some Divine Souls, at most, recovery will be complete within ten thousand years."
"But you—you and all of yours—will die."
His tone was icy, his gaze piercing as it swept across Shenji, Wan Ji, and the countless cultivators of the Immortal Sect fleet, carrying a chilling menace within his words.
"We do not fear death."
Yuan responded lightly.
"Do not fear death?"
