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Chapter 285 Turning the Tide! The Final Move of the Divine Game is Made!

Chapter 285 Turning the Tide! The Final Move of the Divine Game is Made!
The purpose of the Seven Star Lamp is...everyone knows.

According to historical legends, there were two people who used the Seven Star Lamp to prolong their lives.

The first one is Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Liang lit the Seven Star Lamp to extend his life at Wuzhang Plain, but at the last moment, Wei Yan broke into his tent and smashed the Seven Star Lamp, ultimately failing to extend his life.

The second place goes to Liu Bowen, who was also a great master of metaphysics and a military strategist in the Ming Dynasty. The dragon that was previously seen at Beixinqiao in Yanjing was also designed by Liu Bowen to remain there.

At this moment, Li Chunfeng's mood was extremely bad.

He certainly knew what the Seven Star Lamp was, and he could even set it up himself as a method to prolong his life. The problem was, he had only just noticed the seven lingering lightning pillars. This was a mistake he shouldn't have made, yet it had happened nonetheless. What this meant, others might not know, but Li Chunfeng understood perfectly well.

Just as Zhuge Liang's attempt to extend his life failed, even if Wei Yan hadn't broken the Seven Star Lamp, something else would have interfered with the process. Perhaps it was a gust of wind, or the presence of flowers, birds, fish, or insects, or even someone else breaking into the tent, or even a torrential downpour, or a sudden earthquake... Heaven wouldn't allow Kongming to extend his life by another century, so even if the seven lamps were completely protected, it would be meaningless.

On the contrary.

If Heaven did not allow Zhou Shan to die at this moment, even though his array of Seven Star Lamps was so conspicuous, it would not have been broken or discovered.

The result is then quite obvious.

As the founder of the Diviners' Alliance, Li Chunfeng knew, of course, that this encirclement and suppression was destined to fail.

Activate the Eastern Emperor Bell? To allow the beings who died here to reverse time and return to the mortal realm?

However, the Eastern Emperor Bell does not distinguish between friend and foe. If I were to activate the Eastern Emperor Bell, it might directly revive Zhou Shan.

He glanced at his hands, which were so dry they resembled withered branches... His once calm and composed demeanor was now filled with resentment and anger.

All the actions of the Diviners Alliance to date have been in accordance with the Way of Heaven.

But at this moment, the Heavenly Dao is actually helping its own opponent?

Li Chunfeng knew, of course, that Heaven was ruthless... but at this crucial moment, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the back.

However, for the first time, Li Chunfeng was unwilling to accept this arrangement made by Heaven.

Even though this broke his long-held principles, a glint of madness flashed in his eyes. He looked at Jiang Chuan, who was holding the chessboard, and spoke with a sinister tone:
"The Seven Star Lamp can only prolong life, but it cannot reverse life and death."

"How could you, Zhou Shan, be so sure I wouldn't risk my life to accompany you on your journey?!"

"Zhou Shan! Let's meet on the road to the underworld!"

The signs of aging began to creep upwards from his arms, down to his chest, and then to his neck...

The aging process seemed to spread like a curse...

Jiang Chuan could tell that Li Chunfeng, who was still resisting the passage of time, was already at his last gasp.

However, he didn't have time to understand the meaning of Li Chunfeng's words.

But He Teng sneered, "The man is dead, but the light is still burning."

"Li Chunfeng, don't you understand what this means?"

Li Chunfeng's face had aged completely, showing signs of old age. His once black hair turned snow-white in an instant, and his bright eyes quickly became cloudy. Wrinkles and age spots appeared on his face. However, after hearing He Teng's words, Li Chunfeng raised his eyebrows.

His voice was old and hoarse: "Heaven wants Zhou Shan to live, but I'll make him die!"

"I, Li Chunfeng, will use this body to shatter his Seven Star Lamp!"

"Jiang Chuan, you're at your last gasp, aren't you?"

"When you can no longer hold onto that chessboard, that will be your death day!"

Li Chunfeng noticed that Jiang Chuan's right hand, which was gripping the chessboard, had begun to tremble. His expression was ferocious; he would rather die than let the organization be completely destroyed, and he wanted Jiang Chuan, He Teng, and Zhou Shan to die here!

He Teng didn't need to remind Li Chunfeng of this, but he was genuinely worried that Zhou Shan might die. Little did he expect that Li Chunfeng had already prepared for death!

Even these fortune tellers cannot see the future clearly.

The future is uncertain, but the present is clear.

With Zhou Shan dead, the organization will inevitably fall apart, and there will be no one in this world that can stop the Diviner Alliance's ultimate plan!

With Jiang Chuan dead, the uncertainty of the future has been completely eliminated, and everything will proceed smoothly according to the plan of the Diviner Alliance!

"Jiang Chuan, aren't you the variable?"

"Heaven decrees that Zhou Shan must live, and the only one with the potential to change Heaven's fate is you!"

"The cause of Zhou Shan's death will be determined because of you!"

"Ha...cough cough cough!!"

"I've included you, the variable, in my scheme. Let's see how you manage to turn things around!"

A hint of madness flashed in Li Chunfeng's eyes, and his aged roar sounded somewhat shrill.

After he finished speaking, his legs went weak and he knelt down on the spot with a thud.

The body had aged to its limit, the muscles had atrophied... even the bones made a cracking sound from this kneeling.

Li Chunfeng died in the rapid passage of time.

Seeing Li Chunfeng fall to the ground, Jiang Chuan was also extremely shocked.

Especially his last words.

That kind of decisiveness and ruthlessness...is truly moving.

If given a choice, absolutely no one would choose such a person as an opponent.

Jiang Chuan's mind raced with calculations.

According to Li Chunfeng's statement, Zhou Shan's death is a foregone conclusion, and the power to reverse everything lies with Li Chunfeng.

It seems that Mr. Zhou... has no chance of being resurrected?
His mental energy swept across the battlefield. Although the battles had not actually stopped, the outcome was already decided.

Everyone was fighting against two or three opponents at once, and everyone was gritting their teeth and making a final struggle.

Jiang Chuan also wanted to get back into the battlefield.

However, the chessboard in his hand was already incredibly heavy, and even holding it was extremely difficult.

His mental energy was almost completely depleted after he had just killed eight A-rank warriors in quick succession... and the consumption of killing Li Chunfeng was almost draining his very essence.

Jiang Chuan breathed heavily, looking at He Teng: "This chessboard... you can use it, right?"

He Teng was also at his limit. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "Do you think we would have handed this thing over to you if we could use it?"

Jiang Chuan remained silent.

He glanced at the members of the Diviner Alliance who were slowly gathering around him, and then saw Shen Jing, who was still completely bewildered and utterly astonished.

Jiang Chuan felt that Shen Jing was also looking at him, but at the same time he felt that Shen Jing was looking at Li Chunfeng's corpse lying on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chuan sighed deeply.

However, Jiang Chuan didn't have time to think about this kind of thing right now.

Now that they are on the brink of life and death, they need to figure out how to escape.

He whispered to He Teng beside him, "What should we do?"

"Shall we take that kid with us?"

That kid was, of course, referring to the clone that was still fighting desperately against the old man surnamed Gu.

Jiang Chuan's suggestion to "leave" was the only thing they could do at the moment.

Even if you're filled with resentment, if you don't leave now, you'll face total annihilation.

Jiang Chuan himself is struggling to even hold the chessboard; at most, he can break through the two seals, after which he will definitely lose all combat ability. If any further changes occur at that time, he will only have two choices: either wait to die or wait for his future self to arrive. But thinking about it carefully, although it is said to be two options, in reality there is only one... after all, that arrival is uncontrollable, and in reality, Jiang Chuan can only wait to die.

Not only was Jiang Chuan in dire straits, but He Teng was in the same situation. He had previously fought eight opponents simultaneously, continuously burning himself out without a moment's rest, and then he had broken through and awakened a power that could be described as a rule-based defense, which had completely drained his last bit of strength...

At this moment, not only could the other newly arrived spirit practitioners not be killed, but even those at the third or fourth rank could kill them.

But... just as Jiang Chuan suggested leaving...

He Teng shook his head.

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment: "Aren't you leaving?" He Teng nodded.
"Seven Star Lamp..."

"It's not dead."

Jiang Chuan looked around and saw that the Seven Star Lamp was indeed still burning.

He asked, "What are your plans?"

He Teng shook his head: "I don't know."

Jiangchuan: "..."

What kind of answer is this?
If there's a final trump card, it's about to be played.

Jiang Chuan, in fact, had been brewing and searching for the crack in that spiritual sea from the very first moment of the war.

But there was no response.

The powerful divination masters of the fourth and third tiers were about to surround them. If it weren't for their fear of the chessboard in Jiang Chuan's hands, they probably wouldn't have had a chance to figure out their next move.

Moreover, the clone's condition was deteriorating rapidly; the power it had previously acquired was being quickly eroded and dissipated in the war of attrition. The old man surnamed Gu, however, seemed to grow stronger with each battle, showing no signs of weakening. Because of this, the clone was now being completely overwhelmed…

If He Teng says he's not leaving, then... he's prepared to die here?

……

Shen Jing stared blankly at his deceased master's corpse and at his close friend holding the chessboard.

He had realized that the so-called fake Jiang Chuan who had been with him day and night all this time was actually Jiang Chuan himself.

Although I don't understand why my master wanted to kill Jiang Chuan...

But in the end, it was his master, Li Chunfeng, who died?
He wanted to kill others, but instead, he was killed by others...

Shen Jing could understand this, but understanding was one thing, accepting this fact was still a very difficult thing.

That strong man he respected and admired... he didn't want him to die.

Many images flashed through his mind.

The image of him smiling at himself at the school gate, the image of him guiding him in his divination studies in the afternoon, and even the image of them living together in the Star Gazing Pavilion in their past life.

But those images were quickly shattered again.

"Why...why is this happening?"

Why did his best friend kill his master?

Why did the master kill his best friend?

Why did this damn thing have to happen to me?

Shen Jing felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his heart, as if something were squeezing it tightly.

His hazy, ethereal gaze returned to the ruins of the battlefield. When his vision sharpened again… he saw Jiang Chuan standing there, and beside him, many people with expressions of anger and hatred, slowly approaching the two of them.

Is Jiang Chuan going to die too?

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He knew very well that even if he spoke, he couldn't stop what was about to happen.

If their master dies, those people will fight to the death to avenge him.

Boom!

A cloud of dust exploded around Shen Jing.

The figure emerged from the smoke and dust; it was a guy who looked exactly like Jiang Chuan.

Without even glancing at him, the man dragged his mangled body into the air again, where he began fighting the old man...

If it really is Jiang Chuan, how could he not even glance at him?
Shen Jing knew that he was the fake Jiang Chuan.

Perhaps the person who replied to me on WeChat earlier was him?

Despite having many doubts and fears in her heart in the days leading up to it, Shen Jing was quite happy about this "winter camp".

But why is this the case?

"If only...if only time could turn back."

"I won't send that message..."

"I shouldn't have taken that photo at all."

"That way, neither Master nor Jiang Chuan will die..."

But there aren't so many "what ifs" in this world.

Shen Jing felt like he was a good-for-nothing.

He could only watch everything unfold before his eyes as an observer... but an observer cannot see the situation clearly, cannot help anyone, and can only be a burden, a pawn to be used.

He stood there blankly, a sense of helplessness filling every corner of his body, utterly lost and helpless.

And right now...

A piece of gravel rolled down to his feet.

This startled Shen Jing, who looked down and saw the piece of rubble at his feet.

He lowered his head.

He leaned over.

He picked up the "pebble".

Those are not gravel.

It is an artifact that looks like it was cast in bronze.

Shen Jing felt that this thing looked familiar. He quickly recalled that he had seen this thing hanging on his master Li Chunfeng's wrist before.

It was a small bell.

The moment he grasped this thing, it seemed to directly penetrate into Shen Jing's spiritual sea.