Chapter 12: Guidance, Idle Chess

I'll give you some advice.

You can listen, or you can not listen.

Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu gazed at the distant battlefield where they were fiercely exchanging blows, and leisurely said to Fengxi.

"Listen, listen, listen… I will definitely listen!" Fengxi nodded hurriedly.

"If you have time, go to the Wu Clan's library more often." Di Jiang chuckled, "It's best to apply for a position there and strive to become the library administrator."

"???" Fengxi listened to his words, utterly bewildered.

"Well… uh, hasn't our great Wu Clan already achieved information data network?" he stammered, "No matter what data, there are backups on the database… and there's also keyword search and such, making lookup quick and easy."

"Why go to the library?"

"Is it necessary?"

Fengxi truly didn't understand.

Within the Wu Clan, what level of civilization are we at now?

The carrier of information has been upgraded to the limit; there's no need for a physical entity to bear it.

"Indeed… under normal circumstances, it's just as you said." Di Jiang said offhandedly, "But you also need to understand."

"Some things, considering the prestige and image of peak powerhouses, everyone can only be upstanding… some secrets hidden in the dust of ages—how could we possibly upload them to the network?"

"If uploaded, the next moment they would suffer a terrifying dimensional reduction strike… even the Ancestor Witches might directly screen the information, erasing it into nothing."

Fengxi's face was filled with horror.

This time he understood.

He truly understood.

In the Wu Clan's library, amidst the vast sea of complex classics, some unseen information is hidden.

That is a record, from the ancient era, of the events that occurred on the path to rise of each innate divine being and Grand Luo Emperor!

Are these oldest, most powerful supreme beings of the Honghuang universe truly as holy and flawless, with maxed-out character and virtue, as they seem?

The so-called historical trajectory and temporal truth, passed down by word of mouth and collectively accepted—are things like the Dragon-Phoenix Great Calamity and the Dao-Demon Great Calamity really that simple?

Behind the scenes, who is playing the game? Who is placing the pieces?

These things, it's utterly impossible to see even a trace of them in the outside world… they have been worn away, deposited at the very bottom of the River of Time.

Below the Grand Luo level, it's nearly impossible to touch or investigate.

Perhaps the sole exception lies within the Wu Clan, buried in some nameless corner.

"Gurgle."

Fengxi gulped down a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"This is too dangerous, right… some contents, the black history of the gods, are not something a lowly witch like me with my meager strength should know."

"If I were to die from 'knowing too much'…" he felt a pang of sorrow, "wouldn't that be even worse?"

"But this is also your only chance to grasp your fate… isn't it?" The words of Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu were like a devil's whisper, "Only by understanding the past secrets can you sort out the grand trend of the Honghuang world."

"Only by knowing the grand trend can you make the correct choice at the critical moment."

"Finally, before being trampled to death for knowing too much, become a new chess player and break out of the deadlock."

"Attain the Grand Luo!" Di Jiang said, "Condense a strand of innate immortal spiritual light, and from then on, eternal freedom in endless time and space…"

"At this point, no matter how powerful a great divine ability wielder, those so-called Saints, Quasi-Saints, and Heavenly Dao in your mind cannot utterly destroy you."

"After endless ages, there will eventually be a day of revival—this is an achievement recognized by Pangu, and an ironclad rule of the Honghuang world's game of strategy."

It cannot be denied, Fengxi's heart was moved.

And at this very moment, Di Jiang placed down another stake.

"Do you want to return to your homeland?"

"Attain the Grand Luo Dao, and then it's up to you."

"…" Fengxi struggled a bit, then gave up struggling.

He raised his head, his voice hoarse, "Why… would you tell me these secrets?"

"Because…" Di Jiang chuckled, "Although those fellows have their reasons for pushing forward to take the blame and carry the pot, but you can muddle through becoming the core link of those nine people… isn't that quite interesting?"

"Simply, I will place a idle chess piece on you."

"I'm very curious—what surprise can you give me in the end?"

"Anyway, even if you die midway, I wouldn't suffer much loss—just wasting a bit of mental energy on a few words."

He spoke very openly, without concealment, informing Fengxi of his purpose.

The chess player made a move of idle chess, anticipating Fengxi's future performance.

Fengxi wasn't angry either—for someone like him, a no-background, no-backing, no-support three-no person, being considered useful isn't necessarily a bad thing.

He doesn't fear being a pawn; he fears having no value even as a pawn.

Moreover, with the ages long, what's a pawn? There's never been a lack of a day when one jumps out of the board to become a player.

"Thank you, Lord Di Jiang, for your guidance and cultivation." Fengxi bowed solemnly, "Should you ever command, I will not shun even ten thousand deaths!"

"Not shun ten thousand deaths?" Di Jiang shook his head, "You're quite confident… if you could die ten thousand times and still fake a corpse, wouldn't everyone be a Grand Luo?"

Fengxi gave an embarrassed smile.

To be honest, he was just saying it offhand.

"If you ever encounter any confusion in the future, you can come to my office for advice—if I'm not busy at the time." Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu said lightly, "Let me see how far you can go."

"If possible, suppress an opponent for me."

"I really want to see… that person, after getting carried away, stepping into empty space with a frantic, wild dash."

"How interesting would that be?"

Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu's face showed an extremely vicious expression; looking at him… he was no good person.

Fengxi did not respond.

The ancestral witches regard them as a great enemy; how could he, as he is now, be qualified to speak recklessly?

He merely kept a low profile, restraining his presence, while turning his head to gaze at the distant battlefield—a fight of unimaginable cruelty!

Nine pairs of experts, appearing to have only the cultivation of a True Immortal.

But Fengxi had no doubt; even if a Golden Immortal faced them, they would be torn into countless pieces without hesitation.

Every move, every stance, exudes an unparalleled harmonious beauty, as if the supreme, flawless Great Dao had descended.

Every gesture and motion is enough for Fengxi to ponder for a long time, yet he still cannot fully comprehend their profound mysteries.

Because, whenever he thought he had grasped it all, the experts opposing him would respond with moves that defied his expectations… After repeatedly comparing and verifying, simulating millions, even tens of millions of moves in his mind, he barely grasped the deeper mysteries hidden within.

"High Dao cultivation is truly amazing." Fengxi sighed lightly, "All kinds of far-sighted vision..."

It's just like playing a game of chess.

Placing a piece within a small space, victory is decided in the formless.

You can calculate the situation of the board's development five moves ahead; those with higher Dao cultivation can calculate a thousand steps, even ten thousand… Still want to play?

(End of chapter)