National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

His voice drifted slowly in this silent world of ice and snow, carrying a hint of surprise and confusion.

Even more incredible was the fact that the young man in green seemed to have heard Qi Mo's call. He turned slightly, and in an instant, Qi Mo felt a gentle breeze brush through him. The man who had been on the lake surface suddenly appeared beside him, and the hat he had been wearing gently slipped off, revealing a face that looked exactly like Qi Mo's.

The corners of the boy's mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. In the cold wind of the Arctic ice field, the smile carried a different kind of warmth.

And at the corners of his eyes, there were the same demonic patterns as Ji Shanru's, like mysterious marks in the dark night, faintly visible in the dim light of the ice field.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," the young man said, his voice clear and bright, as if it came from ancient times. "Or rather, I've been waiting for myself for a long time."

Qi Mo was shocked and speechless. After a long while, Qi Mo finally found his voice from his hoarse throat, "What... is going on?"

The young man in green blinked his bright eyes, which were like a clear spring, clear and bright. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile. He did not immediately respond to Qi Mo's question, but changed the subject and said:

"Before I answer your question, I also have something to ask you. I hope to get an answer from you." As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Qi Mo nodded slightly, his expression focused, waiting quietly for the young man to ask questions.

"You come from the Ninth Heaven, so do you know who the Heavenly Dao of the Ninth Heaven is today?" The young man in green asked, his eyes piercing, staring intently at Qi Mo. He leaned forward slightly, as if trying to catch every reaction of Qi Mo immediately.

"I only heard that his name is the Nameless God." Qi Mo told the truth, his voice calm, but he could not hide the curiosity and doubt in his heart.

A knowing smile crossed the young man's face. He gently patted his forehead, as if to express his gratitude for the outcome. Then, crossing his arms over his chest, he said leisurely, "It seems your memory hasn't fully awakened yet."

Qi Mo's eyes dimmed slightly, and he asked, "Then who is he?"

"What I am about to tell you may be difficult to understand with your current understanding. However..."

The young man in green raised the corner of his mouth with a gentle smile. He stretched out a finger and gently tapped the air, "You will understand as time goes by." After that, he took light steps and slowly paced in front of Qi Mo.

Qi Mo nodded again, his expression focused, ready to listen to the young man tell the story of the past.

"The Nameless God is a god who appeared in the Ninth Heaven without any warning during the Primordial Era. Later, due to many changes in the world line, he was forced to hide from the world."

What the young man in green said was consistent with what Qi Mo had previously learned. As he spoke, he would occasionally look up at the sky, as if recalling those distant years, and sometimes his eyes would fall on Qi Mo, observing his reaction.

"The one in the fog array has also come into contact with you, right?" The young man in green clothes said as he stretched out his right hand, stroked his chin, and carefully observed the changes in Qi Mo's expression.

Seeing Qi Mo nod in confirmation, he continued, "He said that you are the reincarnation of his soul. Has he ever explained to you why an independent godhead was produced?" At this time, he stopped and turned slightly towards Qi Mo, his eyes full of inquiry.

Qi Mo nodded again, then briefly repeated the man's words, and then asked, "I must have some connection with that nameless god, right?"

The young man in green clothes smiled meaningfully. He walked forward, gently patted Qi Mo's shoulder, and said slowly: "You should be a god independent of all gods, with a unique and independent godhood."

"Unfortunately, due to the powerful intervention of the world's destiny, I have no choice but to integrate your soul and consciousness into the body of the Northern Emperor Zhuanxu - the reincarnation of the soul of the god you met in the fog." As he spoke, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"So, I'm not him." Qi Mo's mind flashed back to a scene from tens of millions of years ago. Back then, he had stood before the Nine Heavens God and spoken these words with such force.

"Now, do you understand?" The young man in green said this, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a simple low table appeared out of thin air and landed steadily between the two of them.

On the low table, there is an exquisite chessboard quietly placed, and the patterns on the chessboard seem to contain endless mysteries.

"It's the same with you and the Nameless God. You have nothing to do with each other. It's only because the fate of the world interfered that your aura merged with his." The young man's voice was clear and echoed slowly above the ice field.

Qi Mo stared at the chessboard, frowning. Although he was full of doubts, he still took a deep breath and slowly sat down. He leaned forward slightly and asked with confusion, "Why does the World Fate Line interfere in these matters?"

"It's all because of Heaven's way." The young man in green robes' expression suddenly became stern, and a sharp light flashed in his originally gentle eyes. He leaned forward slightly, and the slender fingers of his right hand gently reached for the chess box, and picked up a chess piece with his fingertips.

Then, he raised his arm slightly, shook his wrist slightly, and the chess piece drew a beautiful parabola in the air. With a "pop", it landed steadily on the chessboard with a crisp and pleasant sound.

"In today's universe, many Heavenly Paths have been infected by resentment. Under this influence, those infected Heavenly Paths no longer abide by the laws of the universe and act recklessly. All we can do is risk our lives. Even if we can only surpass that so-called destiny by a fraction, there's still a chance we can turn the tide."

Qi Mo fell silent, silently digesting the boy's words while quietly playing chess with him. On the chessboard, the pieces crisscrossed, the situation becoming increasingly complicated, just like the chaotic situation they were facing now.

When the last piece of chess was placed, the outcome was decided. Qi Mo slowly raised his eyes and asked curiously, "Have you...ever met the Northern Emperor? Why are your chess moves so similar?"

"Have you noticed something?" The young man in green clothes laughed softly. His smile was as warm as the spring sun, but also carried a bit of mystery, just like Qi Mo a few years ago.

He tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the chessboard, his gaze revealing a deep insight, as if he was looking through the chessboard, looking at something deeper, seeing... the truth hidden behind the fate of the world.

"It's not that I've met him, but rather that we both understand the direction of the world's destiny. In this chess game that concerns the fate of heaven and earth, we are all black pieces, and white pieces are the ones placed by the infected laws of heaven."

Qi Mo followed the boy's gaze and looked at the black piece he had placed on the chessboard, examining it carefully, not missing any details.

A trace of worry and confusion gradually emerged in his eyes, but he found that every path seemed to lead to a dead end, with no hope of survival at all. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Now, is there really no hope at all?"