Tian Yuan

The two men were three meters apart, with a faint chessboard suspended in the center, with mist rippling and laws surrounding them.

As the two people's thoughts came to mind, the black and white chess pieces began to move, firmly clinging to the chessboard, each carrying the laws and rhymes of the chess player, confronting each other and colliding fiercely.

At the beginning, Luo Liuyin made his moves swiftly, with the ferocious momentum of a general charging into battle.

After a moment, this special chessboard emitted a faint mysterious light, which caused Luo Liuyin to feel a sudden increase in pressure. Every time he placed the chess piece in his hand on the board, he had to withstand an extremely terrifying oppressive force.

The invisible rules that strike the soul directly require the chess player to possess extraordinary spiritual strength, so that he can withstand the order rules of the chessboard.

"Da da!"

The black and white chess pieces are arranged in an orderly manner. Ordinary people cannot see the mystery, only those who play chess can know it.

On the chessboard, two blurry little figures were competing in fist and foot skills. Another figure was trapped in a closed world of rules, and could not be broken no matter how many methods he used.

After only making more than ten moves, Luo Liuyin had reached the limit of his mental strength. His forehead was covered with sweat, his fingertips were white like weapons and trembling, his face was pale, and his breathing was disordered.

He can't bear it any longer.

Fortunately, we discussed it in this way. If we had fought head-on, Luo Liuyin's situation would definitely be more miserable than it is now, and I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand even three moves.

The power of the chessboard, which conforms to the great principles, is like a mountain interwoven with ancient laws pressing down on one's shoulders. It is so heavy that the heart may explode at any time from the excessive pressure.

Luo Liuyin held a chess piece in the air, floating it above the chessboard, shaking slightly but never able to drop it.

He knew very well that his physical and mental strength had reached their limits. If he pressed this chess piece, he would face the result of death.

He hesitated, wondering if this was necessary.

Is it worth sacrificing one's life just to play one more game with Chen Qingyuan? Is it meaningful?

After just a moment's hesitation, Luo Liuyin had the answer deep in his heart.

Anyway, I have no worries in this life, so why bother?

If I could devote everything to discuss the Dao with Chen Qingyuan, dying would be worth it.

It doesn’t matter what the world thinks or what history books record.

I just want to move forward and never be afraid of death.

At this moment, Luo Liuyin's will was firm to the extreme, and his deep eyes burst into a sharp gleam that was enough to scare the world.

He pressed hard on the chess piece, causing it to slowly approach the chessboard surrounded by wisps of mist.

The closer the chess piece controlled through the air was to the chessboard, the worse Luo Liuyin's situation became.

The injury that had been suppressed came back at this time.

The healed wound opened again.

"crash"

Blood flowed out from the wound, staining the whole body red, wetting the seat, and adding a few strokes of color to the ground, making it look like a weird painting.

"Squeak... squeak..."

The bones all over the body were shaking and then breaking.

"Boom!"

The pressure exceeded the limit that the body could withstand. Various parts of the body began to burst, flesh and blood flew everywhere. It was so miserable that people dared not look directly at it.

Chen Qingyuan, who was sitting at the core of the jade platform, finally showed a trace of emotion on his calm face. A strange look flashed across his eyes, and he sighed inwardly: "Why bother?"

How could Chen Qingyuan not see that Luo Liuyin was clearly trying to commit suicide?

The original intention of discussing the Dao with chess was to give Luo Liuyin some dignity and make him retreat. But who knew that this guy would not play by the rules and would rather die than retreat.

His will to become stronger seemed to be engraved into every inch of his flesh and blood. As long as he had a breath left, he would never give up.

In fact, Luo Liuyin was not simply seeking death, but living towards death.

Because he has touched a higher realm, he wants to turn this pressure into motivation, break through the bottleneck, and reach higher.

However, this move is too dangerous and the probability of success is less than one in ten.

"madman."

Looking at Luo Liuyin's ferocious face, Chen Qingyuan sighed again.

"Wow—"

Perhaps out of respect for talent, or perhaps out of admiration from the bottom of his heart, Chen Qingyuan waved his hand, and suddenly thick fog covered the chessboard, adding several different rules that were different from before.

"clatter!"

At the same time, Luo Liuyin's chess piece hit the chessboard, making a very crisp sound.

"Whoops——"

Immediately, a strong wind blew and swept all over the Jade Platform.

Luo Liuyin found that his body had not collapsed into nothingness, and his soul had not dissipated. However, his cultivation level had not improved, which surprised and puzzled him.

Neither a breakthrough was achieved, nor was a death.

This can only mean one thing, Chen Qingyuan took action!

Luo Liuyin was confused for a moment, but soon his eyes became clear.

He wanted to look up at Chen Qingyuan and ask him why, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he saw the bloody world that he had sealed away. His heart trembled and his emotions became unstable.

The trial ground of the Linqian Imperial Clan is a world of killing constructed by nine-grade lotus platforms.

The clan leaders activated the restriction of the trial site, allowing only one person to come through alive.

"You wanted to peek into my past."

Luo Liuyin's consciousness was forcibly pulled into this world buried deep in his memory. He glanced around and said sternly.

"I'm not trying to spy on you, but to help you break through the bottleneck."

Chen Qingyuan's voice seemed to come from the sky, echoing in the empty space.

"unnecessary."

Luo Liuyin said indifferently.

"You're not even afraid of death, so are you afraid of me spying on your younger self?"

Chen Qingyuan said.

“That was the most awful experience in my life.”

After coming out of the trial ground, Luo Liuyin buried the past and didn't want to think about it.

"I respect you." After saying that, Chen Qingyuan used his power to cause a space crack to appear beside Luo Liuyin. By crossing it, he could escape from the world deep in his heart and return to reality: "If you can't face your past, you will never reach the top."

Luo Liuyin turned his head to look at the space crack beside him and hesitated.

As the most evil person in the world, how could Luo Liuyin not know this truth?

Although one's determination to pursue the Tao is strong, one has blocked part of himself, and his thoughts are blocked, making it difficult to ascend to the great path.

After hesitating for a few breaths, Luo Liuyin finally did not walk towards the space crack. He decided to accept Chen Qingyuan's kindness and walk through the trial ground again to look at his past self and that painful life journey.

Then, Luo Liuyin raised his hand and smoothed the space crack leading to the outside world. With one hand behind his back and the other hanging at his side, he strode towards the cruel world soaked in blood.

The pains of the past slowly erode the body and soul.

The violently beating heart was pierced by countless sharp needles.

The indifferent face showed different emotional fluctuations.