“Such is the Divine Ruins...”
“... Only you and Heaven!”
Just a few words spoken, yet they struck like thunder crashing down from above!
“Please!” Suddenly, the Great Yan King cupped his hands together and bowed deeply once more.
“Well said!” Lin Ji laughed loudly, shook his robe, and strode forward with long steps.
Ancient trees twisted like dragons, verdant greenery hung upside down.
In the center stood a half-yard square white jade stone table.
Seated with his back against the scene was Jian Lansheng, his brows tightly furrowed, holding a white chess piece suspended in midair, hesitating for a long while, refusing to move it down, as if frozen in time like a golden sculpture carved through the ages.
Lin Ji approached and glanced over, noticing the black and white pieces scattered about on the table in a rare formation.
At first glance, it was oddly familiar.
Suddenly he realized—this wasn’t just any game; it was the legendary Lankelou puzzle that Jian Lansheng faced every day, surrounded by countless phantasms in the fairyland paradise that watched on silently for eternity.
Not merely chess, but the profound words of the Mysterious Heaven! Not merely a puzzle, but containing an eternal celestial mechanism!