Chapter 134

Nangong Qingyu fell into deep self-doubt. Just based on the power Han Yu displayed, he would be a master in any of the major Shangzhou.

It was truly too inconceivable that such a person would appear in the Wangjing Zhanchang.

Rather than believing that Han Yu was an existence who entered the Wangjing Zhanchang in the same batch as them, Nangong Qingyu was more willing to believe that the other was a divine messenger of some god.

But even if a divine messenger entered this place, they could not interfere with the natural disasters; otherwise, they would be sanctioned by the will of the Wangjing Zhanchang.

This left Nangong Qingyu completely puzzled. And while Nangong Qingyu was guessing Han Yu's identity, Han Yu had already arrived at another treasure land of the Literary Dao realm—the Star Chessboard!

As the name suggests, this was a treasure land for specializing in the Chess Dao. Everywhere, chessboards were floating, and each chessboard was incomparably huge.

There were many types of chess here. Besides Go and Chinese chess, there were all kinds of local chess games.

And the natural disasters that descended here could pull people into the chessboard to play against them.

No matter how strong your own cultivation was, once pulled into the chessboard by the natural disaster, you could not use other powers to attack the natural disaster; you could only play against it to kill it step by step.

The Chess Dao level of these natural disasters was actually very poor. They didn't have much rationality to begin with. Logically speaking, even an ordinary chess player could defeat the natural disasters in this aspect.

But once entering the natural disaster's chessboard, they could influence the chess player's rationality through various means, making him play one bad move after another. Even if the natural disaster's chess level was poor, as long as the Literary Dao cultivators' level was worse than theirs, the natural disasters could remain invincible.

Dealing with these natural disasters was even easier for Han Yu than dealing with the natural disasters in String Sound Valley.

It was not that he was how proficient in Chess Dao, but that he had a sudden inspiration and directly used the power of the Painting Dao to copy smart phones, then threw them to the cultivators who were pulled into the chessboard, teaching them to use artificial intelligence to fight the distorted natural disasters.

At first, those Literary Dao cultivators were a bit confused, not understanding if that thing, which looked like a brick, was really useful.

As a result, they forced themselves to use the phones while maintaining their rationality, playing against the natural disasters step by step. They didn't need to think about the chess moves at all; they just needed to follow the natural disaster's moves.

Those Chess Dao natural disasters could only influence their chess-playing thinking, but they couldn't influence their thinking of using smart phones at all, let alone influence the rationality of the smart phones.

Just like that, all the Chess Dao natural disasters were easily resolved. Even if Han Yu's phones couldn't connect to the internet, the localized intelligence level was enough to crush those natural disasters with chaotic rationality.

A group of Chess Dao cultivators came back to their senses, and just as they were about to study the phone in detail, the latter dissipated into a phantom.

And Han Yu had long since left, leaving only an indelible impression on everyone.

Subsequently, Han Yu went to Shushan and Xuehai. Dealing with the natural disasters in these two places was much simpler.

Because their power mainly affected the cultivators' spirits, as long as they were eroded by the natural disaster's power, they would gradually forget the knowledge they had learned, and eventually even forget all common sense, until they forgot their own existence.

Gongsun Jianye and Huangfu Xiu gathered the cultivators in these two places, constantly writing poems and articles to enhance memory and boost spirit, resisting the attacks of those natural disasters.

A group of Literary Dao cultivators constantly chanted poems and articles, building up Literary Dao barriers one after another. Under the leadership of a group of God-favored Literary Dao cultivators, those natural disasters could not threaten their survival for the time being.

It was just that as time passed, everyone felt that not only were they continuously consuming Literary Qi, but after writing poems and articles each time, they discovered that their memory of those poems and articles had blurred a bit.

Some Literary Dao cultivators even began to forget words while writing; those poems and articles they could recite backward were now things they had to recall for a long time to remember.

"What's going on? We clearly have the protection of Great Dao poems, and those natural disasters haven't invaded any of us. How are we still being affected by their power?"

"I don't know. Damn it, how did I forget so many things without realizing it? But why did I only discover it now?"

"Right, we were clearly losing memories continuously; why did we only react now? Strange, too strange!"

A group of cultivators realized it belatedly. They had originally thought that the poem-walled city they had built was indestructible, blocking all the natural disasters of Shushan and Xuehai outside.

But now it seemed that the power of those natural disasters had already affected them unknowingly.

Huangfu Xiu and Gongsun Jianye also broke out in a cold sweat. They suddenly thought of a possibility.

"It's the natural disasters from the Huamu Zhidi. They have long since mixed in among us. Damn it!"

"But even if the natural disasters of the Huamu Zhidi can imitate our appearance, logically they shouldn't be able to imitate our power, right? Once they use Literary Dao power, they will reveal their true colors. We have checked these people, and there is no sign that any of them are disguised by Huamu natural disasters!"

The two communicated rapidly. They had long known the characteristics of the Huamu natural disasters and had naturally taken precautions, but who knew that they were impossible to guard against.

"We seem to have missed a very important detail!"

Gongsun Jianye suddenly spoke up.

"These natural disasters all came from outside the realm, and the Huamu Zhidi is no longer the original Huamu Zhidi!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Huangfu Xiu suddenly remembered that the Universe Painting Screen had been torn off a corner by Han Yu.

Could it be because of this reason that the Huamu natural disasters appearing there had become stronger?

The natural disasters that originally appeared should have been at the Wangjing level, but their combat power was comparable to the Emperor Realm.

But now those Huamu natural disasters were no longer comparable to the Wangjing level; they had definitely stepped into the Emperor Realm. According to the special nature of natural disasters, even a Venerable might not be able to see through their disguise!

"Damn it, we were too complacent, thinking that with that Great Dao poem, we could easily resist these natural disasters. I didn't expect there to be this omission!"

Huangfu Xiu felt some regret. Originally, he had raised his caution to the highest level, but who knew that cultivators coming from the Xuehai side had taught them a Great Dao poem, which greatly increased everyone's strength.

Originally, they could only struggle to support themselves against those natural disasters, but with the blessing of a Great Dao poem, dealing with them was simply a hundred times easier, and they could completely hold on until the Wangjing Zhanchang reopened.

Who knew that one mistake in a hundred would lead to such a fatal loophole.

"Those Huamu natural disasters are mixed in among us, and it's already hard to distinguish the true from the false. We can't wait here to die; we must break out of the encirclement. I don't know how the natural disasters are on the side of other cultivators; let's see if we can deal with them together."

"Sigh, if we could find Han Yu, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope, but this Literary Dao realm is vast and boundless; where are we going to find him!"

"If we can't find Han Yu, if we can find that senior named Li Taibai, perhaps we might also have a glimmer of hope. He was able to compose this Great Dao poem and let us comprehend it without compensation, which shows he has a benevolent heart. If we find him, perhaps it might be better than finding Han Yu!"

The two felt a bit uncomfortable. Speaking of which, the reason they fell into this situation also had to do with Han Yu.

However, the most important reason was that they were too excited after obtaining that Great Dao poem and ignored the possibility that the Huamu natural disasters might become stronger.

If they had kept an eye out earlier, they wouldn't have accepted a single cultivator who came after the natural disasters descended!

In the minds of the two, their only hope now was to find Han Yu or that senior named Li Taibai.

It was fortunate that those cultivators who walked out of Xuehai were tight-lipped and didn't tell them the truth; otherwise, if they knew that the Han Yu and Li Taibai they were talking about were the same person, I don't know what they would think!