Tian Yuan

Emperor Taiwei and Chen Qingyuan sat facing each other, playing chess. They seemed to be in this world, but they gave people a strong illusion that they were above the Divine Land, transcending the mortal world and reaching a higher dimension.

All the emperors who looked upon it were deeply moved.

"I hope the boss is alright!"

Lu Hansheng was very concerned about Chen Qingyuan's health, after all, his future was deeply intertwined with Chen Qingyuan's; their fates were intertwined, one prospered and the other suffered.

"It looks good. I'll ask about it later when I have a chance."

Ye Liujun and Rong Che and the others whispered among themselves.

"Although his realm has not changed, his aura is slightly different from before. If you perceive it carefully, it is like looking into an abyss."

Beneath a towering ancient tree, the witch covered in black runes opened her eyes, cast a glance at Chen Qingyuan, pondered for a long time, and without opening her mouth, emitted a childlike voice from her abdomen.

"He's almost there."

The Faceless Man, Li Qiong, and the Azure Scale Saint King can all see this point.

If anyone had the most complex feelings, it would be the Azure Scale Saint Lord. The more amazing Chen Qingyuan's performance was, the more regretful and uneasy he felt.

If you know today, why should you be in the beginning.

"It's nothing more than death and the annihilation of one's spiritual essence, what a pity... alas!"

Since the Azure Scale Saint Lord dared to come to the Divine Continent in search of the path to immortality, he naturally disregarded life and death. What troubled him was that a new era was about to begin, and he might not be able to witness it, which was truly regrettable.

Chen Qingyuan did indeed wake up, but no one knew exactly where he had reached. They simply assumed that he had achieved enlightenment and was one step closer to the throne.

Little did people know that Chen Qingyuan's current state was quite extraordinary. He had already qualified to become a chess player, and proving his own path was no longer a distant dream that would soon be realized.

The ancient tree and the Dao lotus in the chess-playing area must not be approached.

The area within a radius of ten thousand feet was surrounded by the rules of the ultimate Dao, like ripples in the clouds, with the scenery inside appearing and disappearing intermittently, exuding a strong sense of mystery.

With each move of the chess piece, the void rules entangled deep within Chen Qingyuan's soul diminish by a fraction.

This process is like taking a sharp knife and cutting open the soul, carefully removing it, which is countless times more painful than scraping the bone to remove poison.

However, Chen Qingyuan did not show the slightest sign of pain; his face remained expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

For him, this unimaginable pain was nothing short of a pleasure.

Feeling pain is a way of proving that you are still alive and no longer have to endure that extreme emptiness.

Once all the empty rules are stripped away, the game of chess will be over.

Shedding all pretense and undergoing a complete transformation.

In this way, one can attain enlightenment!

They played chess and talked at the same time.

During the conversation, Chen Qingyuan learned about the passing of the Thousand-Eyed Buddha. Although his expression remained calm, a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Looking back, the Thousand-Eyed Buddha had given Chen Qingyuan his life's Buddhist insights, which could be considered as establishing a good karmic connection.

Having entered the ultimate feast, the Thousand-Eyed Buddha knew he had little chance of leaving alive. Therefore, seeing that Chen Qingyuan possessed extraordinary Buddhist qualities and had a good rapport with him, he bestowed upon him his life's worth of Buddhist teachings, hoping to ensure the continuation of his lineage.

It's truly a great regret in my life that I couldn't chat with the Thousand-Eyed Buddha for a few more minutes! Alas!

A hint of sadness flashed across Chen Qingyuan's eyes, and he sighed softly in his heart.

......

Nearly twenty years have passed since the place of the ultimate feast, while nearly two thousand years have passed in the outside world.

Northern Wilderness, Diyou Galaxy.

Qingzong, a secluded residence amidst the misty sea.

An Xiruo sat alone on the edge of the cliff, her red clothes as red as blood, her whole body exuding an indescribable loneliness.

She sat in meditation with her eyes closed, guarding the Qingzong sect for years without ever leaving its side.

Dao Yi Academy has long since moved to the Di You Star System, which is now within its protected area.

Many years ago, the patriarch of the Primordial God Clan personally visited the Azure Sect and obtained an imperial edict from An Xiruo. Relying on the imperial edict, the God Clan's life finally improved, no longer suffering from the intense scrutiny of the Great Dao's rules, and they could develop steadily.

To express their gratitude, the gods bestowed many resources upon the Azure Clan, both as a gesture of thanks and as an attempt to strengthen the relationship between the two sides.

For many years to come, the Azure Sect will undoubtedly be the dominant force in the myriad realms of the Divine Continent. Maintaining good relations with the Azure Sect will be entirely beneficial.

After so many years of development, many of the most promising talents in the Azure Sect have grown up and entered the Divine Bridge Realm one after another. In the future, they can climb to even higher positions.

Although the Qingzong sect resides in the Diyou star system, its sphere of influence extends far beyond this location.

It is no exaggeration to say that now, a single sect decree from the Qing Sect can determine the rise and fall of countless sects, as well as the life and death of countless living beings.

The higher one climbs, the stricter the Qingzong's system becomes.

To prevent people from impersonating Qingzong disciples and swindling others, Qingzong has established strict rules and published the procedures for its disciples to go out. If any of these procedures are not followed, the disciple can be treated as a fraudster.

Every individual in the Qingzong sect has a unique identity jade token, which cannot be faked.

The sect, in an elegant courtyard nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

People gathered here, marveling at how quickly time flies.

Wu Junyan, dressed in a dark gray long gown, was expressionless and taciturn.

"Two thousand years in a glance, and still no news of the boss. I wonder what's going on. Sigh!"

Ye Yu, whose body was wreathed in small flames, was born into the Fire Spirit Ancient Clan. He had a conflict with Chen Qingyuan, but they eventually became brothers.

"Old Chen is exceptionally talented and has extraordinary strength; he should be fine."

Chang Ziqiu, who had lost an arm, was dressed in a simple blue robe, with disheveled hair, unruly and unrestrained, and with dozens of stubbles on his chin.

"A grand banquet of supreme power, where all the emperors gathered. It's a pity we have no chance to witness such a magnificent and grand scene."

Huang Xingyan, dressed formally, is a descendant of the Taiwei Emperor. He once fused with a drop of the Emperor's essence blood, activating the unparalleled talent in his bloodline.

To become a witness, one must at least possess the abilities of an emperor.

They were Chen Qingyuan's good friends and also high-ranking members of the Qingzong sect.

Sometimes, they would travel the world, experiencing all the joys and sorrows of life, displaying their talents and living a carefree and happy life.

Sometimes, they would gather together, raise their glasses, and reminisce about the past.

Meanwhile, in a mysterious cave dwelling of the Qingzong sect.

Li Muyang, the Sword Immortal of Chang Geng; Dao Jiu, the Guardian of the Stele; and Yan Ze, the Cook.

The three of them had known each other for many years and had a relatively close relationship among the guest elders.

"Old Yan, hurry up and serve the food."

"At the ancient pavilion by the lake," Li Muyang urged.

"Don't scream!"

Yan Ze, dressed in gray cloth, was cooking while muttering curses.

Since the order of the myriad worlds has stabilized, these two have frequently come to see Yan Ze, ostensibly to reminisce and discuss the Dao, but in reality, they're just craving something delicious.

At first, Yan Ze was quite happy to cook, but after a while, he got annoyed.

Although Li Muyang's strength had reached a terrifying level, enough to suppress Yan Ze with a single slap, he ignored Yan Ze's reprimand, dared not argue, and obediently remained seated.