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

Qi Ling was severely injured by Lei Yin, Ji Lingguang's destiny was shattered, and Su Mohui's spark was about to be extinguished...

"Look at these ants...are you going to save them or defend your broken chessboard?" The Lord of Light's sneer was mixed with the trembling of the void.

The veins on Qi Mo's sword-gripping hand bulged. At that moment, the word "Taihao" on the chessboard shone with golden light. The voice of the Nameless God boomed in his mind: "Remember, you are Qi Mo—a mortal picking up sparks in the cycle of reincarnation, not a high and mighty deity!"

The moment the Qingwei Sword was unsheathed, Zhuanxu's star track power and the nameless spark of national destiny erupted at the same time.

When he swung his sword at the chain, the sparks from the sword tassel transformed into Su Mohui's shadow, and the star pattern on the hilt revealed Qi Ling's tiger roar.

The shadow of the Lord of Light roared unwillingly, and the chains of the false god broke, revealing Qi Ling covered in blood.

"We agreed... to stand side by side." The young man stumbled into his arms, his tiger ears stained with blood but still stubbornly erect. He raised his eyes and took a look. "The blood barrier... is about to collapse."

Qi Mo hugged his trembling waist, his eyes sweeping across the crumbling temple. He watched as the blood jade chessboard suddenly flew out, hovering in the center of the rift. The characters "Taihao" on the chessboard had, at some point, transformed into "Qi Mo."

He suddenly understood that the nameless god gave up his position as a deity and Emperor Zhuanxu laid out the chess game that lasted for ten thousand years, all in order to make the name "Qi Mo" the key to breaking the boundary between gods and humans.

"Hold my hand." He pressed Qi Ling's palm on the Donghuang Bell, and held the Fuxi Qin with his other hand. "This time, we will not be gods, nor will we play chess."

When the two forces erupted in the center of the Blood Realm, the rift in time and space was forcibly closed. The last thing Qi Mo saw was the terrified look beneath the mask of the Lord of Light, the equipment dropped by the Divine Envoy, and the millions of lifelines that had emerged on the Blood Jade Chessboard!

Those paths that were once judged to be dead ends began to weave possibilities that had never existed before because of the existence of the two teenagers.

Amidst the aftershocks of the Blood Realm, Qi Mo looked down at the lines on his palm. The two lifelines that had once overlapped had now merged into a completely new trajectory, neither a divine destiny nor an ordinary path, but a path that had grown from the cracks in the chessboard.

He suddenly chuckled and ran his fingertips across Qi Ling's sweaty hair.

"Next time you dare to take risks alone..." The young man's tiger ears rubbed against his palm, and Qi Mo's voice trembled with the sound of surviving a disaster, "I will pluck all the hair on your tail and weave it into a sword tassel."

The two looked at each other and laughed, their laughter mixed with the fragmented light of the blood realm and scattered in front of the light door that closed again.

He knew that this gamble about godhood and fate was far from over, but at least at this moment, the two young men who were once defined as "chess pieces" were holding each other's hands and taking their first steps on the broken chessboard.

...........

Deep within the Blood Realm, Qi Mo's fingertips traced the divine pattern between his brows, which had not yet dissipated. Memories of the ancient times and reincarnation faded like a tide. When his consciousness refocused on reality, Qi Ling's presence had already vanished in the direction of the Ninth Heaven.

At this moment, ripples appeared in the space, and the cosmic consciousness turned into a gentle female voice, ringing in the ears with a galaxy-like rhythm.

"These spoils are yours."

Before he finished speaking, a milky white halo surged like a living thing, covering all the artifacts that had exploded from the nine gods' messengers.

The filth evaporated and dissipated in the halo, revealing treasures that exuded ancient oppression - wristbands inlaid with star track patterns, bronze masks engraved with runes, jade beads flowing with the sparks of national destiny, and other artifacts, all floating in front of Qi Mo.

He just glanced at them calmly, his tone as calm as water: "They don't belong to me."

"Do you want to leave it to Su Mohui?" The female voice seemed to understand a little and asked with interest.

In an instant, a blood-red afterimage flashed in Qi Mo's pupils.

He saw that not long after... Su Mohui ignited the fire of hope on the ruins of the Sui Ming Kingdom with himself, and finally turned into a tragic scene of ashes.

"Now, there is a glimmer of hope for all those who have lost their lives." He clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms. "The Spark in her hand needs this help more than any other divine weapon."

"Interesting..." The woman pondered for a moment, then changed the subject, "Daoist Tianshu has gone to awaken the ancient word spirit. From now on, the Blood Realm and the Spiritual Void Realm will be temporarily under your control."

Qi Mo raised his eyes, a subtle hint of complexity flashing across them. He thought of the undercurrents surging within the Lingxu Realm, and the conspiracy that the Lord of Light had yet to completely eradicate. Finally, he simply whispered, "I understand."

"By the way, Su Mohui and the others' discussions in Lingxu Realm have reached a deadlock," the woman's voice suddenly chuckled, her tone tinged with cunning, "perhaps it's time for you to step in and break the deadlock."

"what do you want to do?"

"Administrative authority over the Spiritual Realm is a valuable asset," the woman said meaningfully, as fine runes began to appear in the surrounding space. "It can disregard all rules and see through anyone's strength and weaknesses. How do you think it should be used?"

The moment the words faded, after leaving Qi Mo with a few valuable items, the familiar cosmic aura receded like the tide. Qi Mo stood alone in the silent Blood Realm, gazing at the divine artifact suspended in the air. After a long moment, he slowly raised his hand.

When his fingertips touched the authority rune of the Lingxu Realm, countless streams of information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent - the cultivation realm, hidden methods, and even the secrets deep in the hearts of everyone present were all exposed before his eyes.

A new game is about to begin under his control. This time, he is no longer a chess piece pushed by fate, but the one who truly holds the rules.

then.

When the atmosphere in Lingxu Realm became extremely tense, Qi Mo took action.

Just as everyone was arguing, a ball of light suddenly floated in the dome, and Qi Mo's voice flowed out from it. His tone was as calm as a deep pool, but every word was of great significance.

He unraveled the pros and cons of the situation, crushed the hidden conspiracy and truth into dust, and finally, in an unquestionable tone, threw out the shocking secret - the system in Su Mohui's hand was the master of system No. 000!

Finally, Qi Mo used the administrator authority of the Lingxu Realm to briefly activate all the power in Su Mohui, and finally said: "That's why I said that with only one road to the underworld that leads to the various realms... we can successfully return to the underworld!"

When everyone was impressed by his use of Su Mohui's actual strength, he noticed a complex emotion flashing across Su Mohui's face, and then he realized that he might have been a little presumptuous.

But he raised an uninhibited smile and whispered into Su Mohui's ears, "Let me see...what can I do to make up for my reckless mistake?"

As he spoke in voice transmission, he looked at the artifacts in front of him... These things seemed unable to complete Mo Hui's task, right?

Qi Mo thought this, and in the blink of an eye, he tore through the void and stepped into the crack of time and space. He found the temple he had lost and took out several artifacts that exuded ancient pressure.

When he returned to the Blood Realm, his voice rang out from the ball of light, his tone filled with a sense of relief. "Everyone, please do me a favor and allow me to borrow the Netherworld Palace Master's permission to leave for a moment."