sbdcsierra Chapter 516: Several rounds of chess...
Chapter 516: Several rounds of chess...
“Crash—”
In the destined space, thick, inky gray fog surged endlessly, shrouding everything in chaos.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of chess pieces colliding came from the depths of the mist, as if a stone was thrown into a deep pool, causing ripples.
The gray fog slowly dissipated as if it had come to life, revealing an ancient chessboard suspended in the center and a faint shadow behind the chessboard.
"713th round, you lose again." The shadowy figure raised his hand and waved it gently, and the scattered chess pieces, as if drawn by an invisible force, automatically returned to their positions. The voice carried the vicissitudes of time, yet concealed a hint of mockery.
Qi Mo sat on the other side of the chessboard, a faint aura of divine power lingering around him. He glanced at the chessboard casually, a carefree smile curling his lips: "What's the harm in losing?"
As he spoke, he closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness penetrating his body like a swimming fish. At this moment, his godhead was slowly pulsating, its surging power like a deep-sea undercurrent, yet he held it firmly in his control.
"At least now I can control the power I absorbed during the calamity at any time. The seal on the godhead is just a piece of sticky paper."
With Qi Mo around, Emperor Zhuanxu couldn't show up in the destined space and could only use a virtual image instead. However, his mood was relatively good. "You sensed it."
Seeing Qi Mo nod, he smiled and said, "The Nameless God has no ill intentions. You just need to ensure that this piece of rice paper won't rot easily."
"Of course." Qi Mo understood what he meant. The nameless god was on the same side as them, and he would not do anything that would accidentally hurt his teammates.
Zhuanxu raised his hand and waved it, and the gray mist spread out like a curtain, and the scene of the Nine Heavens slowly emerged from it.
"Those old stubborn people in the Ninth Heaven are looking for you. I'm afraid they want to meet you... to reminisce about the past." Zhuanxu said with a hint of joking.
Qi Mo raised his eyes and saw several familiar figures in the series of images. He understood and nodded, "I understand. It's time to go meet old friends."
"After you've dealt with matters in the Nine Heavens and the Gray Realm, remember to come back." Zhuanxu understood what he was thinking and didn't intend to stop him. He simply reminded him, "The seal of the divine nature is likely to loosen when entering the Otherworld, and that might disturb the Heavenly Dao of the Otherworld."
Qi Mo looked up, his tone still calm: "Is this why you insisted on playing hundreds of games with me?"
Zhuanxu was silent for a moment, and the shadowy figure nodded slightly. Then, he beckoned his hand, and a void portal slowly opened behind Qi Mo.
"Go ahead," he said, his lips curled up in a smile that contained three parts sarcasm and seven parts laughter. "Let those old-fashioned guys see that we 'old immortals' haven't been buried in the dust of time."
After hundreds of rounds of matches, Qi Mo understood what he meant, so he said no more and turned to step into the Void Gate. The moment he turned and stepped into the Void Gate, the divine light around him shone brightly, dyeing the surrounding gray mist into a dazzling gold.
The moment the door closed, it was as if a chuckle transcended time and space, echoing in the destined space for a long time.
After feeling a slight sense of weightlessness, Qi Mo landed on the land of the Ninth Heaven. This time, he did not feel any spying from the Nameless God.
He raised his head and quickly scanned his surroundings, finding himself near the hilltop stronghold that the black-robed leader had prepared for him. He only slightly locked onto the fluctuations of power in the air.
Traces of spiritual energy drifting in the air, like fireflies in the dark night, guided the way. He tapped his toes lightly, unleashing a mystical technique that could shrink the earth to an inch. His figure flashed like a ghost, and the next second, he had landed steadily in front of the black-robed leader.
At this moment, in the conference hall, the candlelight was flickering. The black-robed leader and his subordinates were sitting around the table, discussing intensely how to advance the sixth wave of the plan to promote Qi Mo's reputation.
The parchment was densely covered with plans, and the military advisor was explaining the plan with saliva flying, completely unaware that Qi Mo's name had already been widely spread in the outside world, and he did not expect that the person involved would suddenly show up at this moment.
"Greetings, the bearer of the order!" The black-robed leader suddenly looked up, nearly dropping the bamboo slips in his hand. He hurriedly knelt on one knee to salute. Under his wrinkled black robe, half of a strategy book filled with tiny handwriting was exposed.
Qi Mo stepped forward, offering a hand for support, and took the stack of plans. His eyes scanned the old-fashioned tactics mentioned on the paper, such as "setting up a competition" and "spreading rumors." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but his expression remained calm. "No need to go to all this trouble."
Just as he was about to call the other person's name, he suddenly realized that this mysterious man in black had never revealed his real name since they met.
"Um... what's your name?" Qi Mo twitched his lips awkwardly. When he heard the single word "black" in the answer, he almost couldn't hold back his expression.
It turns out that this black-robed leader, believing the demon god had fallen, changed his name to "Black" in remembrance. His subordinates were then named "Black One, Black Two, Black Three..." This peculiar naming pattern conveys both absurd loyalty and a hilarious persistence.
In the end, they got used to it. However, it was also because of this that the Lord of Light failed to catch them when he was hunting down the remaining followers of the Demon God.
"Hei... Hei brother," Qi Mo suppressed the smile on his face and said seriously, "Please ask Hei Yi and Hei Er to gather Hei San to Hei Wu. I have a new plan."
If that Demon Lord knew... the scene would definitely be exciting, Qi Mo thought.
In the meeting room, Hei Yi received the order and hurried away. Seeing this, Hei Liu was about to leave, but was stopped by Qi Mo: "Notify everyone to contact the spies of various forces in the next two days and act accordingly."
His eyes were sharp, gleaming cunningly in the candlelight. "It's time to make some people sit still."
Hei Liu understood what he meant, bowed, and disappeared into the night like an arrow, leaving Qi Mo alone. His figure flickered in the candlelight in the empty hall.
In order to make it easier to remember, he changed the name of the black-robed leader in his mind to...Dahei.
After Hei Yi to Hei Wu hurried over, Qi Mo repeated the plan he had just told Da Hei, and then said, "Be it the Nine Heavens or the Gray Realm, as long as it's not an orthodox divine inheritance, it's all my target."
The black-robed leader nodded slightly upon hearing this and thought for two seconds. "Order bearer, the Yao and Jiang families in the Gray Realm have secretly created puppet gods, manipulating these false gods to absorb the power of faith. This matter..."
He briefly laid out the chaos and conspiracy in the Gray World, his face lit by candlelight, filled with worry.
Considering Ji Lingguang and the Ji family, Qi Mo's eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded decisively: "Of course, forget it, one by one, let them do it."
After receiving the order, Dahei, the black-robed leader, immediately began to explain the details to everyone. However, Qi Mo's attention was firmly drawn to the huge map on the wall.
He walked forward slowly and pointed his finger at a red circle in the center of the map: "Where is this place?"