Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 905 - 691: The Chessboard of Heaven and Earth, Flames of War Aflame (Part 2)

"No rush!" Lu Xuanji said, "Xiao Jin, now is not the time for you to take action. You need patience and wait. You are one of my trump cards, and the damage you inflict on the enemy is greatest the first time you strike. By the second time, when the enemy is prepared, your effectiveness is greatly diminished!"

Xiao Jin was a bit dissatisfied, but could only wait patiently.

"Kill!"

At this moment, endless flames rose, and within the flames was a red-haired woman who appeared to be a spirit of fire. In her hand was a long spear, over two meters long, with an extremely sharp tip that was half a meter long by itself.

As the spear trembled, the runes engraved on it activated, transforming into countless lights that directly stabbed at the enemy, the spear piercing through the heavens and earth.

Lu Xuanji's Nine-Colored Long Saber transformed, slashing downwards.

The long saber collided with the long spear, producing a crisp and melodious sound of metal clashing.

The spear slightly withdrew, then stabbed again from a different angle, aiming directly at Lu Xuanji's throat, the spear forming a straight line. Lu Xuanji swung the long saber, its blade clashing with the spear shaft, causing the aim of the spear to eerily shift aside.

With a slight flick, the red-haired woman's muscles tensed, following the spear's thrust. Her body moved and transformed at high speed with the spear tip as its radius, directly bypassing the long saber and targeting his heart from another angle.

The long saber slashed, but the long spear's stab missed again.

The saber and spear clashed.

An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.

The long saber chopped vigorously, while the long spear continuously thrust. Both continuously moved their bodies, following their weapons, flickering rapidly.

After exchanging dozens of moves, Lu Xuanji activated a secret technique. His body instantly turned golden yellow, becoming as indestructible as vajra, greatly enhancing his defense. The spear thrust at his chest, but even its sharpness couldn't pierce his skin.

Instead, under the powerful impact, the spear twisted and deformed.

"Slash!"

Lu Xuanji's long saber flashed, chopping downwards, slicing at the red-haired woman's neck. The saber cut her body into two pieces, her blood scattering on the ground.

The red-haired woman was severely injured, but she showed no fear. Instead, she stepped forward, her blood burning, transforming into the Fire of Origin, attempting to engulf Lu Xuanji in ashes.

"Suppress!"

Lu Xuanji activated a secret technique, and above his head appeared a Black and White Tai Chi Diagram. The Yin Yang Qi within it revolved like a millstone, ceaselessly grinding away at the Fire of Origin.

The Fire of Origin blazed on, with the divine soul within bursting forth.

But it wasn't long before the soul flame began to extinguish.

Heading towards the void.

The red-haired woman perished; yet another Harmonization powerhouse had been killed by him.

...

In the Feiyu Realm, within the Undying Imperial Palace.

In the massive palace, a colossal chessboard was laid out, with Feiyu World on the left side and Purple Mansion World on the right. One side had black pieces, and the other white. The black and white pieces intermingled, numbering in the tens of millions.

These chess pieces collided and tore into each other.

Pieces constantly disappeared from the board, only for new ones to appear moments later, engaging in fierce competition.

Seated nearby was a woman wearing a crown and an imperial robe, exuding a formidable and domineering presence. She stood with her hands behind her back, coldly observing the chessboard, saying, "The world is a chessboard, and all beings are chess pieces. Father, you indeed have impressive methods. The beings of the Purple Mansion World, including us, are all within your calculations!"

Opposite her stood a man in black, his face ancient. As he looked at the chessboard, he thoughtfully said, "Yao Guang, do you know, some calculations were within my expectations, but some were beyond my anticipation. The outcome on the chessboard isn't about the players' skill level, but beyond the board, in the higher echelon of fate."

"In my calculations, right now, the Purple Mansion World should be a place of stellar contention, with countless strong combatants clashing, throwing the Heavenly Dao into chaos. But those from the Immortal Realm interfered, placing additional pieces on the board, changing the inherent situation. The rise of the Chaos Dynasty made many of my calculations fall through, leading to failure and resulting in a crisis instead."

The imperial-robed woman spoke, "Father, what is your plan next? The Feiyu World seizing action forcefully isn't the right timing; launching a war now puts us at extreme disadvantage. If the battle drags on, both the Undying Race and the Eight Great Saint Races will suffer significant losses. If things are unmanageable, they may even withdraw prematurely."

The black-clad man casually said, "It's alright. Once entered into the game, leaving isn't that easy. It's just the beginning."

Saying that, the black-clad man placed a black piece on the board.

The situation between the two sides shifted, and the positions of the pieces constantly changed. The previously advantageous white pieces began losing strategic initiative step by step, falling behind and gradually ending in ruin.

The imperial-robed woman remarked, "Father, is this to assist the Daoist of Creation?"

"Correct!"

The black-clad man said, "The Daoist of Chaos, with his Immortal Realm background, and twelve Guardians, additionally supported by Ten Great Sects, seemingly holds a great advantage. However, there's been a tremendous crisis concealed from the very start, a hidden danger that only needs a trigger to ignite! We just need to speed up this process to quicken the crisis detonation a little."

"In this process, the Daoist of Creation is a useful chess piece. He deserves some support now!"

The imperial-robed woman slightly frowned, "Father, this Daoist of Creation, within a brief period, has slain two Harmonization powerhouses, thirty-six Void Refining powerhouses, and several hundreds of Divinity Transformation powerhouses, not to mention numerous other Emperor Cultivators. Aren't you afraid of nurturing a future threat?"

The black-clad man sneered, "He's formidable, indeed, but everything is within my calculations. The more exceptional his aptitude, the greater the benefit for me. My demon-infused clone mustn't be mediocre!"

The imperial-robed woman nodded, "I understand, Father!"

...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Destructive explosions boomed, tearing everything apart with thunderous roars.

On the battlefield, divided into countless sections, Nascent Soul Cultivators, Divinity Transformation Cultivators, Void Refining Cultivators, Harmonization Cultivators, and others, engaged in life and death struggles, engaging in fierce battles. Cultivators perished constantly, with new ones filling the gaps.

Some cultivators remained aloof above, controlling the battlefield situation.

Wherever vulnerabilities arose, cultivators filled them; wherever powerful cultivators appeared, powerhouses were dispatched to eradicate them.

In the Feiyu World camp.

Tall war chariots, golden and majestic, carved with Four Symbols patterns on the canopy. In front of the chariots, nine True Dragons pulled the vehicles. A cultivator in Cyan Battle Armor sat on a chariot, his eyes flashing as he maneuvered the battlefield's tide.

Deploying troops and formations, allocating forces reasonably across various locations.

"Hmm!"

At this moment, the battle-armored man suddenly frowned, spotting a certain situation on the battlefield, with a slightly surprised expression.

"A Human Race Cultivator, likely of mid-Harmonization cultivation, slew the Ice Demon Race's Xue Wuhen and also the Flame Demon Race's Yan Ling'Er, quite impressive. However, your legend ends here!" the battle-armored man announced, pointing to a specific location, "Issue the command, deploy the Eight Extremes Array Map to exterminate that cultivator!"

He spoke, tossing a Token.

"At your command!"

The messenger received the Token, proceeding to inform certain cultivators.

Soon, eight Harmonization Cultivators mobilized, carrying a powerful array map, preparing to obliterate a seemingly formidable cultivator.

In the battlefield, those adept at concealing their strength often survive; conversely, one who boasts immense power and kills wantonly seldom lives long.