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

"How is it?" Emperor Zhuanxu's voice rang out, gradually bringing Qi Mo's mind back to normal. "It's the 1,948th round, and you still haven't beaten me."

Qi Mo smiled slightly, put down the Zhuluoyi in his left hand, and lightly touched it with the person in front of him. Then he placed the last black piece in his hand on the chessboard. The situation suddenly became clear and reversed -

"You lose this round."

Emperor Zhuanxu's figure remained illusory. "You only defeated me by half a step, that's all..."

"But this half piece is enough to change the entire situation." Qi Mo's mouth curled up slightly, and he knew the outcome of this chess game very well.

"It just advances the time for Suzaku to awaken, but it also changes the fate line a little." Emperor Zhuanxu looked at Qi Mo's action of spying on the fate line, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A glimmer of hope, just right." As Qi Mo's voice fell, he heard the person next to him sigh, and then disappeared in a gray mist.

In the fateful space stagnated by the gray fog, time seemed to solidify into amber. After an unknown amount of time, a voice as ethereal as a spring hitting a rock rang out: "Call you Qi Mo, or..."

Qi Mo seemed unwilling to disturb the gray fog of the destined space. He lowered his eyes to gaze at the starlight flowing in his palm, his thoughts piercing the mist like a gossamer: "If you are looking for Qi Mo, I am him. But if you are looking for someone else, there is only one Qi Mo here."

As he finished speaking, the gray fog suddenly surged, and the light in the depths transformed into a spirit bird flapping its wings, ready to fly, with ancient runes flowing in the halo around it.

"There is Qi Mo in the human world. He inherits the divine nature in a mortal body. His sincerity is clear, and heaven and earth bear witness to it." The spirit bird's voice carried an ancient rhythm. "I have specially granted you the power of destiny. I hope you will rule the world."

As the words fell with a resounding voice, a vast force was injected into Qi Mo's body.

The smile on his lips deepened again and again. He clearly felt that his divine power was no longer restricted by this world and could be released and retracted at will. Even if he faced the power from outside the universe, he would still be able to fight.

At the same time, he also clearly saw the direction of his lifeline looming on his wrist.

"Thank you." Qi Mo bowed, and a faint golden light emanated from his body.

The shadow of the spirit bird suddenly transformed into a slender human figure, and a voice as gentle as the sound of a jade pendant flowed: "The realm of spiritual emptiness has been opened. Are you willing to follow me and discuss the way of heaven with the great powers of all realms?"

Qi Mo's eyes penetrated the gray fog, his expression was as firm as a rock, but under the seriousness, his hands reached behind his back, and he dishonestly flicked the lifeline on his wrist with his fingers, shaking his head at the same time.

"This is not my destiny. The person you are looking for is on the second continent. The fate is set, and this journey has nothing to do with me."

"In that case..." Guangying seemed to have not expected Qi Mo to play such a trick. He paused slightly, leaving behind a wisp of Lingxu power, "In half a day, the passage to the Lingxu Realm will be closed."

Qi Mo raised his hand and took the light floating in the gray mist into his palm. A smile appeared on his lips. "When did Lingxu Realm become my territory? Where did the old man who was in charge go?"

He muttered as he stepped into the void crack, "Only giving us half a day? That's too unfair..."

Deep within the rift, the artifacts left behind by Zhuanxu and Xuanyuan resonated. Qi Mo gently stroked the patterns on the Donghuang Bell, the Fuxi Qin humming behind him. Divine power surged through his body. He glanced at the closing destined spatial passage behind him and stepped into the Gray Realm.

The space jade pendant that Ji Lingguang brought was getting hot in his sleeve, and it was vibrating with spiritual power to send out a warning - the countdown hourglass was speeding up.

Qi Mo stroked the cold edges of the jade pendant. Amidst the smoke, he looked at the mysterious man in black robe who suddenly appeared in the Yao family. The other party's aura was wrapped in runes, and he was unable to recognize the familiar feeling of oppression for a moment.

"Cooperate with me..." The black robe moved slightly, and the nameless god approached, his voice like a venomous snake lingering in his ears, "It's very simple, you just need to help me take something to the Lingxu Realm. I know you will go there sooner or later. After all, the spirit bird has given you more than just management rights -"

"And the authority to act as the agent of Heaven." He paused deliberately, his fingertips swiping across Qi Mo's divine body, and transmitted a voice: "Besides, if you help me, you are also helping yourself. As long as you go, I will return the divine soul I just saw to you."

Qi Mo's eyes were blazing as he retorted, "Even if that was my lost soul...if you betray me, I will still become your puppet."

"You have no choice..." The Nameless God said matter-of-factly, but turned around and continued to transmit his voice into Qi Mo's head, tempting him: "Also, if you promise me, I can help you enter Su Mohui's reincarnation."

Qi Mo's pupils shrank slightly. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly sent a telepathic message, he also sent a telepathic message back: "Why did she... want to enter the reincarnation cycle?"

The voice transmission was like an ice cone piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the black robe around the nameless god moved without wind. "You will know when you go to the realm of Lingxu." As the words fell, the gilded contract emerged from the void to Qi Mo's sea of ​​consciousness, and each rune flashed with the faint light of the laws of heaven.

Qi Mo stared at the four words "Soul returns to its place" on the contract, his nails digging deep into his palms. The burning figure of Su Mohui in the reincarnation suddenly flashed through his mind. The cluster of fire that illuminated the Sui Ming Kingdom seemed to be burning his divinity at this moment.

"make a deal."

The moment the contract was signed, spiritual consciousness returned like a tide.

The moment Qi Mo stepped into the Void Gate, he turned and looked back. Ji Lingguang was whispering with the black-robed figure. Sunlight fell on the smile on the Nameless God's lips. The puppet in front of Ji Lingguang had a face filled with madness, determined to perish together with his enemies.

He suddenly understood that this deal had never been a choice, but a dead end set by fate long ago - only by stepping into the realm of Lingxu could he cut off the thorns entangled in Su Mohui's reincarnation and unlock the seal deep in his own divinity.

..................

The passage to the Spiritual Realm was like an inverted galaxy vortex, with countless starlight weaving a cocoon around Qi Mo. He hovered at the junction of light and darkness, his fingertips unconsciously tracing across his brow.

There, newly emerged divine patterns burned, like a star map left over from ancient times, or a curse carved by fate. Fragments of memory rushed into his mind like a knife, not his memories, but hotter than any of his past lives.

In the Nine Heavens of the Ancient Times, a nameless god shattered the void and emerged. He held the spark of China's destiny in his palm, but at the moment the world's destiny was tainted, he crushed his own true name into dust.

The soul fell to the earth like a meteor, leaving only an empty shell covered with divinity, performing a trick of covering one's ears and stealing the bell in the nine heavens.

But the world does not know that the phantom under the bronze mask that has been sitting in the Ninth Heaven for a hundred years has been reading out false oracles day after day, while the real god has long since turned into a ray of light in the blood of mortals.

When Emperor Zhuanxu's clone descended to the mortal world, a thunderstorm raged. The young man from that life clutched the broken sword before the Boundary-Breaking Stone, and suddenly, within him, the faint light of the Way of the Universe exploded—not inheritance, but tolerance.

This treacherous force wove its web through the cracks of time and space, sucking into the vortex all beings bearing the name "Qi Mo." When the lingering fragments of the ancient deity's divine nature collided with the mortal soul fire of Zhuanxu's reincarnation in the crucible of the cosmic Dao, what erupted was not annihilation, but fusion.

"Does it hurt?"