Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 702 - 248. Great Dao Chessboard, Hard to Defend the Spirit (6.1K words - Please Subscribe)_4
Chapter 702: 248. Great Dao Chessboard, Hard to Defend the Spirit (6.1K words – Please Subscribe)_4
Song Yan mused, “How does one place a piece?”
Li Shanhai said, “The comparisons at the Realm Realm are fairly simple, as both sides can only barely place one piece.
That single piece often involves a thread of soul entering the chessboard, choosing a person to attach to, using one’s own power on that person for a trial. Afterward, a brief comparison reveals victory or defeat, with the Dao hearts of both sides becoming aware. Thus, without soldiers or bloodshed, the Dao hearts are revealed, and the outcome is decided with restraint.”
Song Yan asked, “Old master, after receiving ten, hundred, or even a thousand years of cultivation, what becomes of the one possessed once the game ends?”
Li Shanhai replied, “Cloud mountains witness the rotting of pieces, lost in Peach Blossom Spring—each believing they encountered an Immortal but, in reality, was a great dream wherein nothing truly changes.
Yet, if among these individuals, there are those with exceptional comprehension, it is possible for them to start cultivating profound ways, experiencing faster growth in cultivation than others based on their dreams.
Recently, as He Wuya has arrived, in terms of realm, you are not his equal, just that I find He Wuya’s Dao heart not exceedingly resolute…
Xuanchan, do you have the confidence to set up the Great Dao Chessboard and try placing a piece with him?”
Song Yan fell silent, yet felt an exceedingly strange emotion within.
This “Great Dao Chessboard,” to put it bluntly, isn’t it just deduction?
His “Remaining Life Dao Fruit” can also deduce, albeit toward different directions.
The former deduces externally, while the latter inwardly—whether there exists any connection between them is unknown.
As the old man mentioned, indeed, he couldn’t comprehend its mysteries; he must give it a try.
Li Shanhai seemed to have seen through his thoughts, suddenly smiled and pointed at himself, saying, “I shall be your opponent.”
Song Yan was taken aback, saying, “Old master, you…”
Li Shanhai interrupted, emphatically declared, “To die in bed is to die; to die before the Great Dao Chessboard is also to die. In three months, I will come here to seek you for a match; within these three months, you must return to your full strength.”
The old man’s hair and beard trembled as he leaned on his cane and returned.
Inside the wooden house, Han Weizi watched the old man depart with a distant voice, couldn’t help but ask, “How did the ancestor sustain such severe injuries?”
Song Yan didn’t respond, still contemplating the Great Dao Chessboard.
Is this truly a visualization or an authentic chessboard?
He pondered briefly, musing to himself: ’Refine the Great Dao Chessboard with the Remaining Life Dao Fruit.’
Quickly a response returned…
[Target does not exist]
This was an extraordinarily peculiar response, one Song Yan had never seen before.
These five short words revealed numerous insights:
Firstly, the Great Dao Chessboard physically exists;
Secondly, the Remaining Life Dao Fruit indeed can potentially refine the Great Dao Chessboard.
This treasure which can directly point to the Dao heart and enhance cultivation, if it can be refined, ignited fervor in Song Yan’s heart. But he also knew, given his current capabilities, not to mention touching the “Great Dao Chessboard,” even to find out its whereabouts was a fool’s errand.
’I’d better wait for the old master, and try a game in three months. Right now, what I need to do is recover.’
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A month later.
The wooden house, warm as spring.
The fragrant, soft woman tightened her throat, shouting loudly, “Husband! Husband!!”
The hysterical voice gradually transitioned to calm.
“Hus…band…”
Young Wei’Er lay face up, slowly whimpering and repeatedly calling. She had neither strength nor spirit.
Over this month, her mindset underwent a mysterious transformation: from a sense of strangeness initially, guilt toward the image of Li Xuanchan, a sense of shame, turned into inexplicable strong stimulation and intense excitement.
This stimulation and excitement compelled her to shout out Song Yan’s name loudly, ending with it.
Song Yan put young Wei’Er down; actually, he had already almost recovered. Now he wanted to visit his own Li Family, see if he could utilize any resources to further elevate himself, and contact the Cyan Nether Merchant Association to see if any suitable spirit treasure existed, while also preliminarily cultivating affection with Xiao Bing.
