As time goes by, people's memories will become blurry.
Even people on the mainland sometimes think of Linhuang, the original Battle of Zhongzhou, and the Battle of Tianshen Pass far outside the Xuanwu God's Domain.
But Lin Huang has disappeared for too long...
Only when a young prodigy rises up on the mainland, will someone suddenly remember that there once appeared a powerful prodigy in Zhongzhou who defeated the four young emperors with one person's power.
That era...it was only a year, but it seemed like a long time passed.
Geniuses on the mainland have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, constantly overwriting the reputations of those few geniuses in the past.
And those people...
None seemed to show up.
Forest wasteland.
Lin Cangxue.
Situ Huang's grave.
Song Changling.
…
As if overnight, these people disappeared on the mainland and were never seen again. At most, there are some sporadic legends indicating that they have not left yet.
And the mainland is becoming increasingly peaceful.
The remnants of the rampant evil clan were wiped out in less than a year, which was a rare achievement. The names of the Xingtian Temple and the Dongtian Divine Sect were also flourishing because of the strangulation of the evil clan.
It's just that... mortals can never see clearly the truth of this world.
They didn't know that on a mysterious mountaintop in the Western Buddhist Kingdom, when the battle at Tianshen Pass broke out, the monk in white who was already half Buddha and half demon was already dying.
That monk didn't know if he would become a demon with just one thought and completely become a killing Buddha. In the sky of thousands of miles away, there were monks in white chanting the first line of Amitabha taught by his master when he first entered Buddhism!
But outside the divine domain of Lang Juxu, the once arrogant human military leader wearing a golden robe was in an indescribable embarrassment.
However, in more than a year, the black hair on his head has turned into frosty white. It is not that he is getting old, nor that he has experienced the pain of life and death.
But tired!
He is repairing the gaps outside Lang Juxu's divine domain day after day...
Li Shasheng.
Xue Qingshan.
Ye Canglan, Zhao Tianjia...
No matter where they are, they are guarding the tranquility of this continent. This is because only the top experts on the continent can sense that something is wrong with this world.
The seal of Lang Juxu's divine domain is about to be broken.
The plane gate connecting the Cangqiong Continent also experienced unusual movements.
Underneath the seemingly calm sea, there is no telling what kind of terrifying waves are hidden, perhaps more terrifying than the catastrophe three thousand years ago.
The strong are guarding, and the crop of geniuses that have sprung up after the rain are at their peak of glory. However, the group of geniuses from mainland China a year ago have disappeared for too long...
They were searching for and following the road leading to the Holy Emperor!
…
White Tiger Divine Realm.
Three Thousand Gods City!
It was just a very small city, and it was also a nameless city. There were no martial arts, no gods, no invasion of evil spirits, only ordinary life.
There are also chess stalls lined up in the streets and alleys.
The young man was dressed in white. When he came here for the first time, he frowned... He really didn't understand why Li Baiyi asked him to come to this place.
But when he knelt down and started to play against a sixty-year-old stall owner, preparing to earn two copper coins to buy three steamed buns and four taels of beef...
...In less than half an hour, he fell down.
The young man was naturally very unconvinced, wondering how his disciple of Li Baiyi, the future Tianji Thirteen, could be defeated by this unknown person.
Then, the young man lost so much that he didn't even have any pants left. He originally had a little money to live in a restaurant, but ended up spending the night in a dry well next to a bridge.
Early the next morning, the young man hung out at various chess stalls, playing games without gambling.
one day.
Two days.
seven days.
…
The young man lived a pitiful life. He was extremely concerned about filth, and his hair and face were already disheveled. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell that his robe was once snow-white.
As long as there is a broken bowl in hand, young people can go to work and make money directly.
And the poverty of these external objects seems to have been unable to restrain the wildness and fanaticism deep in the hearts of young people.
Like a madman, he played against many chess players in the streets and alleys...
I haven't won a game in the past seven days.
Until seven days later, an old woman saw that the young man was really pitiful, so she deliberately lost her words to him, and then gave him two coins to let him have a full meal.
But the young man was so boastful, thinking that his chess skills had improved, that he turned around to challenge another stall owner, and then he ushered in an unprecedented one hundred and eighty-seventh consecutive defeat.
The young people were beaten to tears.
Just a month later, the young man finally said a word of victory and won the game openly and openly... Then, the stall owners in the streets and alleys became somewhat unable to suppress the young man.
In just three months, the young man went from the streets to the back streets and became a being that everyone wanted to beat.
Because when a young man's chess skills surpass those of others, he comes to these chess stalls to pick up money!
In order to kill this stickman who came from nowhere, the stall owners began to dig holes for the young man, allowing him to play against multiple people at the same time, while increasing the bets!
If you have a lot of money, you would be a fool if you don’t make money!
Then the young man's small treasury was drained dry again.
Although he can be on par with one person and can barely support two people, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot withstand the play of more than three people in a short period of time.
Fortunately, young people become more courageous as they fight, and practice makes perfect...
Gradually, he started fighting with three people.
Four.
Six.
nine.
…
After seven months, the young man finally regained his gentle and elegant image in white clothes.
He was twisting a white coin in his left hand and a black coin in his right hand. He sat in the middle of the street and alley with his eyes closed and sat cross-legged! In no time, many boys ran towards the young man, calling out to the one they were following.
The position of the stall owner.
The young man in white clothes was sometimes a little thoughtful, sometimes calm, sometimes frowning, and then reported his moves one by one.
A young man played blind chess with ninety-nine chess players in the streets and alleys!
This battle...
It lasted for three whole days.
It only took three days for the young man to go from having a rosy complexion to being exhausted, and then to being mentally depressed and feeling like he was about to die.
In the end, the stall owners in the streets and alleys gave up and gave up.
The young man also collapsed on the ground at this moment, because he was extremely tired, and his cough was filled with blood, "Old guy, I won, now I can officially start my training!"
"No, you didn't win!"
A head suddenly appeared in front of the young man in white. He was the oldest old man among the ninety-nine chess players in the streets. He looked at the weak-looking young man with an amiable smile on his face:
"Congratulations, you are now qualified to play against nine great players!"