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An ethereal echo came from the depths of the passage, not a sound, but a vibration of consciousness.

Qi Mo suddenly clenched his chest, where two completely different divine powers were beating simultaneously:

One carried the aura of Kunlun, carrying the reluctance of a chess piece being moved. The other, entwined with the spark of national destiny, concealed the loneliness of the chess player overlooking the world.

In an instant, he saw countless versions of himself falling in different time and space - some wore the bronze mask of the nameless god, some held Zhuanxu's star track jade slips, and in the end they all ended up in the same name "Qi Mo".

"You are the only living piece on the chessboard." The voice of Zhuanxu in memory suddenly sounded, and the starlight in the passage suddenly split into yin and yang.

Qi Mo lowered his head and saw his shadow stretched into two overlapping silhouettes: one setting up a chess game at the top of the Ninth Heaven, the other picking up sparks in the purgatory on earth.

When he raised his hand, the shadows of the Donghuang Bell and the Fuxi Qin appeared at the same time. In the vibration of the resonance of the artifacts, he finally saw his own fate clearly - it was not a single-threaded fate, but a deadlock intertwined with countless possibilities.

The light gate at the end of the passage suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, and from behind the gate came a chorus of thousands of voices: "Come in, chess player, or chess piece?"

Qi Mo chuckled, his fingertips stroking the double lifelines faintly visible on his wrist.

The moment he stepped through the light gate, the passage behind him collapsed with a loud bang. Deep in the spiritual realm, within the red space, a blood-stained chessboard was suspended.

The chess pieces were fighting, and in the empty space in the center of the chessboard was engraved his true name, which had not yet awakened.

"It turns out that we have been waiting for you since ancient times." The voice of the Nameless God came from above his head, but with an unprecedented tremor.

Qi Mo looked up and saw two lines of mottled ancient characters engraved on the inside of the light gate: "When the gods fall, the country will prosper; when the gods prosper, the fate will be destroyed."

He suddenly understood that he was both the spirit of the nameless god scattered in the human world and the chess piece laid by Emperor Zhuanxu to break the deadlock. The so-called fusion was nothing more than the last hope forcibly fabricated by the cosmic consciousness when it was on the verge of collapse.

There was never any wind in the spiritual realm, but the light from the cosmic consciousness lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing the double divine patterns embroidered on the lining:

On the left is the star track of the Tai Chi Star Lord, and on the right is the claw mark of hope for reincarnation.

This mortal body never houses a single soul, but rather two souls bound together in a bet spanning time and space.

One is betting that mortals can bear the divine nature, and the other is betting that gods are willing to fall into reincarnation.

When the first ray of spiritual light fell on his brow, Qi Mo suddenly smiled, like a prisoner who finally got the key.

"Be it a dead end or a starting point." He grasped the Qingwei Sword at his waist, and the sparks on the sword tassel connected to his cosmic consciousness suddenly surged. "This time, it's my turn to set the rules of this chessboard."

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The blood-red space suddenly shifted, and the voices and images of the Nameless God and Emperor Zhuanxu vanished. Thousands of spiritual patterns poured down from the dome, wrapping around his limbs and bones like golden chains.

Amidst the intense pain, he saw clearly the temple suspended in the cracks of time and space—

Twelve coiled dragon pillars supported the inverted star map, and each star was embedded with the residual soul of an ancient god. On the blood jade chessboard in the center, black and white chess pieces were engaged in an endless battle. In the center of the chessboard was the word "ink" that had not faded from his palm, but the strokes were seeping with the golden blood of the emperor that did not belong to him.

"Finally here, the little thief who stole the godhood."

A cold female voice suddenly appeared like a poisoned blade, cutting through the bloody silence.

The starlight behind the Panlong Pillar exploded, and nine figures, wrapped in ancient pressure, shattered the void.

The leading Xuanwu envoy was wearing a torn divine robe, with half a blood-stained fragment of the Donghuang Bell embedded in his chest. Dark red lines spread along the cracks, like an unhealed wound when he fell from the altar 30,000 years ago.

Her fingertips slid across the void, and three overlapping lifelines suddenly appeared on Qi Mo's wrist, each dripping with blood of a different color.

"Look at this interesting paradox." The White Tiger Envoy on the right clapped his hands and laughed. The star-shaped wrinkles on his forehead were exactly the same as Qi Ling's. "You are both Zhuanxu's pawn and a nameless remnant soul. Should you be considered a god or a human?"

Before he finished speaking, the Xuanwu God Envoy suddenly jumped up.

The fragment of Donghuang in her palm resonated with the artifact in Qi Mo's hand, and actually pulled out half of the soul of the nameless god in his body.

In severe pain, Qi Mo saw a flashback of memory: in ancient times, the nameless god was betrayed by these nine gods, and his soul was forced to fall into the human world.

"I wasn't able to completely crush that old man's soul back then, but you got it for free." The Black Tortoise Envoy pinched the glimmer of light, greed flashing in his eyes. "Hand over the complete Donghuang Bell, and perhaps I can spare your body."

Qi Mo suddenly coughed up a bloody laugh and raised his hand to summon the Fuxi Qin.

As the strings of the zither vibrated, the "Fated Song of the Wilderness" was like a weeping complaint, causing the remaining souls of the ancient gods in the hall to wail in unison!

"You colluded with false gods to steal the faith of the Nine Heavens. Do you really think this is flawless?" His slender fingertips swept across the blood jade chessboard, and the crushed chess pieces suddenly reassembled. "Look carefully—who is the real chess player!"

The chessboard burst into a dazzling red light, and all the black and white chess pieces turned towards the nine gods at the same time.

Their real names were engraved on each chess piece, and the empty space that originally belonged to Qi Mo was slowly showing the words "Taihao" - that was the title of the nameless god in ancient times!

"Impossible! Lord Taihao has already fallen..." The roar of the White Tiger Envoy was drowned out by the roar of the Panlong Pillar's collapse.

The Donghuang Bell in Qi Mo's hand suddenly became complete, and nine divine lock patterns illuminated, marking the curse planted by the betrayer. When the ninth bell rang, the bodies of the nine divine messengers shattered like glass, their godheads being sucked into the bell, transforming into new emblems.

"Thirty thousand years ago, you betrayed Taihao and tried to replace the orthodoxy with a puppet god." Qi Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and walked to the center of the chessboard. "Now, it's time to settle this old score."

The chessboard suddenly flipped over, revealing the map of China's national destiny on the bottom.

Qi Mo saw that the fire ignited by Su Mohui in the Sui Ming Kingdom was spreading along the veins of national destiny, and the chains that Shen Jiaan cut off in the nightmare were actually connected to the Panlong Pillar in the Lingxu Realm.

When he injected the power of the Fuxi Qin into the National Destiny Map, countless light cocoons emerged from the void, each of which contained the memory of an imprisoned ancient god.

"I see..." His fingertips stopped at the Li Fire position representing the Vermillion Bird, where Su Mohui's fire was burning. "You imprisoned the ancient gods and polluted the lifeline with the false god's mark, just to monopolize the power of faith."

Suddenly, there was a roar outside the hall, and the barrier of the blood realm cracked.

"Lord Taihao...how are you?" The bronze mask of the Lord of Light emerged from the void, and thirty-six false god chains broke through the air, each of which was entangled with the shadow of someone Qi Mo cherished.