Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 110 - 91: Chaos in the Wind, the Terrifying Chess Match (Part 2)
Especially the senior disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who have been in the sect for three years, all frantically browsing through the list, rapidly searching for their names. When they saw their names appear on the light screen, everyone’s expressions varied.
Some were full of fervor, some looked uneasy, some felt terrified, and many more were silent, saying nothing.
Of course, there were also many senior disciples who, after not finding their names in their search, breathed a long sigh of relief. It’s not that these senior disciples were greedy for life and afraid of death, but many felt they were not ready yet.
Going to the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, naturally, the later the better. More time to cultivate obviously means higher cultivation, and more certainty in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’.
However, when those unbeaten prodigies who were prepared didn’t find their names, they were filled with desolation.
Especially those world-class prodigies about to reach the ’time limit’, who in a year or two would have to leave the Divine Sword Sect and head to major strongholds for guarding and cultivation.
In other words, these remarkable prodigies would miss the opportunity to go to the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ and lose the great opportunity there. For these prodigies, not being able to go to the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ is seen as a loss.
For instance, a prodigious talent cloaked in holy light sighed deeply at this moment, returning to the Seventy-Two Small Peaks with a full gaze of helplessness, facing the expiration of his sect cultivation period in a year.
Then he could choose to continue cultivating at various strongholds of the Divine Sword Sect, or choose to leave the sect and embark on his own journey of cultivation again, but no matter where he goes, he remains a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.
Should they face difficulties one day, the sect would extend a helping hand and not watch with cold eyes. Similarly, should the Divine Sword Sect face trouble one day, countless former disciples would come from all directions to protect the sect.
Through endless accumulation of years, the Divine Sword Sect now has countless excellent students all over the world. Some have become dominators, renowned across the globe, some have taken positions in court, becoming pillars of Nanming Country, and some have even stepped out of Nanming Country into a wider world.
Most of these people were once outstanding prodigies and remarkable talents, and over ninety-nine percent have undergone the baptism of blood in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, gaining great opportunity there.
Hence, some fear there, while others long for it as the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, where it is both nine deaths and one life, and a cradle that creates countless astonishing figures. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Historically, astonishing figures have attested with countless bones. Only those who crawl out of the sea of blood have the chance to meet at the peak.
At this moment, scenes on the Divine Sword Peak’s Martial Arts Arena are also being staged on other Divine Peaks’ Martial Arts Arenas. The scenes, not exactly identical, are quite similar.
After Ye Xiaofan left the Divine Sword Peak’s Martial Arts Arena, he returned to the South Peak first to find Dugu Nan and inquire about the South Peak Saint Heir.
Facing Ye Xiaofan’s inquiry, Dugu Nan casually replied, unconcernedly, "You’re not the South Peak Saint Heir. So am I? Or is it that Senior Qi Yun is?"
Ye Xiaofan couldn’t help but feel amused. With only him as a disciple on the South Peak, the Saint Heir position was undeniably his without contest.
In the small courtyard.
Dugu Nan and Qi Yun knew without thinking why Ye Xiaofan suddenly asked this question.
Qi Yun slowly placed a chess piece down, looking at Ye Xiaofan: "What? Are you afraid to go to the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’?"
As soon as Qi Yun spoke, Dugu Nan couldn’t help but look at Ye Xiaofan.
Ye Xiaofan met Dugu Nan’s gaze, his eyes gradually becoming resolute. He shook his head heavily: "I’m not afraid of going, just..."
"Just what?" Dugu Nan asked, frowning slightly upon hearing.
Ye Xiaofan raised his head slowly, complex emotions revealing in his eyes: "I’m not afraid of going to the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, I’m just afraid I’ll fall there."
"Are you afraid of death?" Dugu Nan frowned even more upon hearing.
Ye Xiaofan showed sadness in his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and said: "I’m not afraid of death, just afraid of dying too early. Afraid many things are still unfinished, afraid I can’t reach Death Valley."
He wasn’t afraid of death, just afraid of leaving this world without following in his father’s footsteps.
He still has people he cares about, an aunt, a sister. He wants to see his sister gather her ’Spiritual Essence’, wants his sister to have a good future. If he dies before achieving these things, he will die with regrets.
Upon hearing this, Dugu Nan’s furrowed brows slowly eased. Continuing to play chess, he said: "Since you don’t want to die, then hurry to cultivate, challenge the Thirty-Six Holy Peaks. There, you will get the most abundant cultivation resources from the Divine Sword Sect. You have two years."
When he finished speaking, the chess piece in Dugu Nan’s hand paused slightly, and then he glanced at Ye Xiaofan once more, a rare solemnity on his face: "The ’Hundred Sects Battlefield’ is a real land of slaughter, where demon fiends emerge in great numbers. Wanting to get great opportunity and live, it’s nine deaths with one life. These two years, you must work doubly hard and never slack off on your cultivation."
Ye Xiaofan heard this and was slightly stunned inside. For a place that even the First Generation Sword Saint evaluated as such, its terror might be far more dreadful than Mo Shiyi described.
Lost in thought, Ye Xiaofan.
"Alright, stop scaring the kid." Qi Yun said with a face full of reproach, then looked at Ye Xiaofan: "Don’t listen to your Master; wanting great opportunity and surviving to emerge from the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’, there’s no such thing as nine deaths and one life."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan raised an eyebrow slightly, secretly noting that even his Master exaggerated.
Yet, just as Ye Xiaofan relaxed a bit, Qi Yun suddenly changed his tone, speaking unhurriedly: "It’s actually ten thousand deaths and no life."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Xiaofan’s face darkened, wanting to speak yet unable.
Qi Yun placed the second chess piece down, slowly looking at Ye Xiaofan.
"In the face of great opportunity, countless outstanding prodigies will fight desperately for it, and remarkable demon fiends will snatch in pieces. Either you give up on the opportunity yourself, or you must stand until the last."
"The greater the opportunity, the more brutal it is. In the land of opportunity, bones often pile up, but eventually, only one person can obtain it. Fan’Er, remember, if an opportunity doesn’t suit you, no matter how great it is, you must know to weigh its merits."
Upon listening to Qi Yun’s heartfelt advice, Ye Xiaofan nodded slightly, bowing to Qi Yun deeply: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance. Fan’Er will definitely remember it in his heart."
Seeing Ye Xiaofan nod, Qi Yun and Dugu Nan withdrew their gazes and continued their game.
Ye Xiaofan felt an immense sense of gratitude; these two, right now, are the people in this world who care about him the most besides his sister and aunt, and he cares about them the most besides his sister and aunt.
Watching the two play the game, Ye Xiaofan couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, instinctively stretching his neck, peering at the chessboard’s layout.
Having been in the Divine Sword Sect for more than eleven months, the thing he’s seen his Master and the other do most often is playing chess, which made Ye Xiaofan very curious whether the chess game had such immense charm.
Not just that, every time Dugu Nan and Qi Yun played chess, they deliberately avoided him, not allowing him to watch the game. Even after finishing, they would obscure it with celestial secrets, hiding the pieces.
Yet at this moment, seizing the moment when both weren’t paying attention, Ye Xiaofan glanced at the board, wanting to see exactly what kind of chess game compelled a First Generation Sword Saint and a Talisman Saint to play day after day.
However, as soon as Ye Xiaofan’s gaze touched the board’s pieces, he shuddered violently, struck by the sheer horror.
