On Wangjiang Mountain, Song Ciwan was consolidating her breakthrough.
Meanwhile, in Pinglan City, a contest unknown to outsiders was, in fact, always underway.
This was the contest between Illusory Nether City and the Mortal World—or rather, between righteous and malevolent qi, between life force and Death Qi, between Vitality and Nether Qi.
Atop Dingbo Tower, Ye Lingguan held a stone between his fingers.
A game board was laid out before him, on which black and white stones were locked in a fierce struggle.
But strangely, there was no one sitting across from him.
It was as if he were playing against someone, yet his opponent was nowhere to be seen.
An invisible hand seemed to be placing black stones one by one on the board before him.
Ye Lingguan's hand, holding a white stone, would quickly follow, fighting for eyes and expanding territory.
Clearly, his playing style was aggressive and sharp, which didn't quite match his usual profound image of being calm and detached.
