Chapter 570: God's Chess Game, the much-anticipated face-to-face

Atop the mountain peak.

Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen pointed at the chessboard and said in a calm tone, "Before you and I fight to the death, dare you try my 'God's Chess Game'?"

Yu Liancheng cast a glance at the chessboard, and even he, because of this game, revealed a slight look of surprise: "A fine 'God's Chess Game', it certainly looks the part. You invite me to play against you, thinking to defeat me with this game and suppress my momentum. If I lose this game, when I fight you later, my spirit will already be three parts defeated."

"Not bad."

Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen smiled and nodded: "You only need to tell me, do you dare or do you not?"

"What is there not to dare." Yu Liancheng flicked his sleeve, stirring up a breeze that swept the ground clean, and sat cross-legged: "I might as well tell you, as for playing chess, ever since I began wandering the Edo, I have never lost a single time."

"Then, you shall taste your first defeat today." Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen sneered, picked up a black chess piece, and with a "Bang", it landed on the chessboard.

And the moment this piece landed, an unexpected change occurred.

Within the black chess piece, an astonishing Sword Qi had condensed, ready to be unleashed.

"Wrong, the one who will be defeated is only you, just like when you lost to Wuming back then."

Yu Liancheng chuckled and placed a white piece.

Instantly, an invisible and gentle force emerged, forcefully erasing that Sword Qi.

Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen's hand, which was holding a piece, stiffened slightly, and he gave a cold snort: "You are indeed worthy of being the compiler of the Ranking of Terrors, to know even such secret news. Back then, this God was indeed too obsessed with the victory or defeat of the pieces, not detached enough, and instead trapped myself, so that the brat was able to stumble upon a way to break this God's 'God's Chess Game'."

The palace where Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen resides is the "Search God Palace", originally intended to scour the world for top-tier experts worthy of being called "Gods".

Although in recent years, he has almost replaced Divine Officials with divine beasts, occasionally, when he takes a fancy to someone, he will also take the initiative to recruit those of brilliant talent.

Back then, Wuming defeated the Sword Saint and thwarted the ten great sects, achieving the title of Martial Arts Myth. God was moved and planned to use a world-shaking chess game to subdue Wuming.

Although that game was the first time Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen used it to play against someone, it integrated his own martial arts insights and astonishing chess skills into the game.

Therefore, not only was every piece in the game marvelously placed and tightly linked, but as the game changed, every piece concealed the move-intent of peerless martial arts.

But Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen still lost.

Because he was too obsessed with the perfect move-intent within the game, unable to discard what should be discarded and unable to let go of what should be let go, he ended up trapping his own body and mind within the game, giving Wuming an opportunity to break his "God's Chess Game".

"But this time, this God has fully mastered every change in the game, and even integrated the move-intent of Moha Wuliang into it. In all of heaven and earth, no one can defeat this God in this game of chess."

After speaking, Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen placed a black chess piece.

The chessboard was a crisscross of black and white; with the landing of this black piece, it formed a "Jie" and also created a dense palm force, enclosing Yu Liancheng's white pieces within it. Where the force passed, the white pieces within the palm force were squeezed as if by an endless river, silently turning into powder.

"As a God, how can one lose to a mere mortal?"

Yu Liancheng picked up a white piece, and after a long while, placed it down slowly, yet it was silent: "I see you are not a God, but merely a madman who calls himself a God. And such madmen have existed in the past, exist now, and will exist in the future, but their ends are always miserable."

"Who exactly is the madman, let us wait until this game is finished to say."

The two then ceased speaking and focused on playing chess.

On the chessboard between the two, blade light, sword shadows, palm winds, and fist force constantly emerged... these invisible and intangible forces collided and clashed within the square inch, which was incredibly inconceivable.

Besides the two players, there was only Fazhi as an onlooker.

Undoubtedly, Fazhi was also a First-class Expert in the world today, and he had very high insights into Buddhist philosophy. When he fixed his gaze on the chessboard, what he saw was no longer just the struggle of black and white pieces, but a battle between two peerless powerhouses. Their move-intents flowed on the chessboard, and every piece placed was the execution of a profound martial art.

Bang!

Yu Liancheng placed a white piece.

The moment this piece landed, Fazhi, who had been observing with a calm heart, suddenly flushed red, his figure staggered backward, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"So powerful, no wonder God would treat this person with full effort; he is definitely an expert not beneath God." Fazhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression becoming increasingly grave.

It turned out that Yu Liancheng's previous move had integrated the move-intent of "A Glimpse of Passion" into it, implicitly containing the method of the seven emotions and six desires, changing in myriad ways, and capable of stirring the heart and spirit of the observer. Once immersed in the game, if one's consciousness was not firm, the seven emotions would surge within the heart and spirit, thoughts would become chaotic, and one might even fall into layers of illusions, unable to extricate oneself.

Fazhi was precisely misled by the game, which triggered an obsessive thought, and his inner demons were born. Had he not been proficient in Buddhist law and broken through the illusion in time, he might have suffered severe damage to his vitality.

Following this move, the one who claimed to be the immortal God also fell into a stupor. After a long while, his figure suddenly shook, and just like Fazhi, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen's cultivation was far higher than Fazhi's, and he was one of the top experts in the world.

Not to mention the peerless Moha Wuliang, his two hundred years of profound internal energy were unmatched by few, except for a few old monsters who were also immortal.

But he was obsessed with too much in his life.

Obsessed with immortality, obsessed with being invincible, obsessed with becoming emperor...

And these flaws in his heart and spirit were the easiest to be stirred by the seven emotions and six desires, causing him to fall into illusions.

"This move is indeed a good move." Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen let out a long breath.

"There will be even better moves later."

"Heh!"

The two clashed on the chessboard once again.

As the pieces continued to fall, endless move-intents flowed out.

And these move-intents stirred the surrounding sand and stones; amidst the flying sand and stones, the sand and stones actually condensed into countless human figures, clashing with different martial arts, just like the pieces on the chessboard.

"This 'God's Chess Game', its changes are so subtle and wondrous, and the ingenuity of the battle is enough to be recorded in history." Fazhi sighed endlessly in his heart.

He did not dare to look at the chessboard again; there was the purest clash of move-intents on the board, which could not only harm the body but also potentially harm the spirit.

Fortunately, as he looked up, he could also see the clues from the fighting of the sand-human figures.

As time passed, Fazhi's brows furrowed slightly; after that "A Glimpse of Passion", Yu Liancheng had gradually fallen into a disadvantage, and the move-intents belonging to his side were becoming fewer and weaker.

It was not hard to understand; initially, Yu Liancheng unleashed strong moves one after another, making Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen struggle to defend. But strong moves eventually have a time when they are exhausted, and Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen's control over this God's Chess Game was unmatched in the world; coupled with the passage of time, he gradually figured out Yu Liancheng's martial arts style, thus turning the tide.

But Yu Liancheng always kept a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was confident that he would never lose this game, just like every game of chess in the past.

And his confidence came from the killing move that had yet to arrive.

And once his killing move appeared, it would inevitably make Chang Sheng Bu Si Shen lose heart and courage, and that would also be the moment when the victory or defeat of these pieces would be decided.

Just at this moment, a black mist drifted over from not far away, fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the top of the mountain.

"You have finally come."

Although Yu Liancheng did not turn his head, he had already sensed the arrival of the latter, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew even wider.

A killing move.

It has arrived.

Long-lived Immortal God did not originally care who the newcomer was, as the chessboard was currently at its most critical moment, but vaguely sensing a trace of familiarity in the other's aura, he could not help but look up.

Although the other was shrouded in black mist, the cultivation of Long-lived Immortal God was astonishing; as his gaze flickered, he had already seen through the true form within the black mist.

But at the very moment he saw through the true form of the black mist, this fellow who styled himself a God could not help but have his body tremble, revealing a look of extreme shock: "It is you... you are actually still alive."

"Are you surprised?" Mo Baisuzhen did not hide it either, dispersing the black mist around her body to reveal that peerless, beautiful face, her thin lips carrying a trace of a cold sneer.

"Your Bu Clan God Race is favored by heaven and earth, especially every hundred years, when a peerless figure emerges. But apart from the Sida Daxian, each of you also has your own shortcomings. Take you, for example: too arrogant and conceited. My World-Extinguishing Demon Body cultivation has already surpassed yours, which is why I could return from death. In fact, if you had gone down to check back then, you might have been able to put me to death."

"Heh, I was able to kill you once back then, and I can kill you a second time, a third time!" Long-lived Immortal God gave a cold snort, his tone carrying intense confidence.

But Yu Liancheng could tell from the intent in his chess moves that this fellow was feeling a bit cowardly.

Long-lived Immortal God was no fool; he already understood that Yu Liancheng's Immeasurable Maha came from Mo Baisuzhen. After all, when he brought the Immeasurable Maha back from the Shaolin Temple back then, he had studied it together with Mo Baisuzhen. It was no surprise that this brilliant woman could create another version of the Immeasurable Maha after the Heaven-level Maha reached completion.

One Yu Liancheng was already troublesome enough, plus a Mo Baisuzhen.

Even Long-lived Immortal God, with his Heaven-level Maha at completion, felt the urge to retreat. And this urge was reflected on the chessboard, causing the intent carried within it to become a bit weaker.

Mo Baisuzhen was Yu Liancheng's killing move.

But the power of this killing move went far beyond this.

"This is the 'God's Chess Game'? You actually managed to set up this game of chess."

Mo Baisuzhen stepped forward a few paces, walked in front of Yu Liancheng, and looked at the chessboard, a sneer of disdain on the corners of her mouth: "So many years have passed, and you still like these flashy things."

"What business is it of yours." Long-lived Immortal God gave a cold sneer.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng suddenly stretched out an arm, pulled Mo Baisuzhen's soft, delicate body into his embrace, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Suzhen, the words you've spoken to this old fellow after reaching the mountaintop are more than what I've said."

A blush appeared on Mo Baisuzhen's pretty face, and she sniffed at Yu Liancheng with her delicate nose: "I know you've always been a lazy person, preferring sitting to standing, and lying down to sitting, but when did you learn to cook?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Did I?"

Mo Baisuzhen said with a sweet smile: "Otherwise, why is there a smell of vinegar on you, a sour smell."

Mo Baisuzhen, who was usually expressionless, smiled charmingly, truly possessing a charm that could capture a Divine Human's soul.

Yu Liancheng kept a straight face and said: "Since you know I have a sour smell, then be a little more honest."

"Alright, it's my fault, I won't talk to him anymore."

As she spoke, Mo Baisuzhen leaned her head on Yu Liancheng's shoulder, that faint fragrance lingering in the air, looking like a bird relying on a person, a picture of lovers' affection.

Ever since Yu Liancheng hugged Mo Baisuzhen, God's chest had been heaving violently, like a volcano about to erupt.

And until this moment, he finally could not hold it back any longer, his eyes spraying out a raging fire that burned everything, and he roared: "You two, why don't you just go to hell!"

As he spoke, he struck out with both palms driven by the Immeasurable Maha, carrying a terrifying wave that destroyed everything, aiming to strike the two of them and put them to death.

Although I, this God, gave you poisoned wine and pushed you off a ten-thousand-foot cliff, how could you give me a green hat!?

From this, it can be seen that as long as a man is a man, he cannot stand being cheated on, even a Long-lived Immortal God who has lived for two hundred Spring and Autumns.

His mind was finally in chaos.

Completely in chaos.

Yu Liancheng and Bai Suzhen also pushed out a palm at the same time. Their cultivation was naturally not below that of Long-lived Immortal God, and it was two against one. With two "Bang, bang" sounds, the energy exploded, and Long-lived Immortal God was already repelled by the two.

The clash between the three was astonishing, and the area within ten zhang was shattered one after another.

But under Yu Liancheng's control, that God's Chess Game remained safe and sound.

"You lost outside the chessboard."

Just at this moment, Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, and a white piece jumped out, landing on a certain position on the board with a "bang": "Inside the chessboard, you have lost as well!"

"How could I, this God, lose..." Although Long-lived Immortal God's face was covered, one could imagine that his expression must be extremely ugly at this moment.

Yet at this very moment, with the piece Yu Liancheng had just dropped as the center, all the white pieces were suddenly linked into a whole. Those smooth and bright chess pieces radiated a brilliance that changed the color of the world, as if forming a thousand-times-tempered Divine Sword, spanning between heaven and earth. Endless Sword Qi dissipated from it, filling the entire chessboard.

Long-lived Immortal God's expression changed slightly, and he quickly dropped a black piece, which transformed into walls of black mountains, wanting to trap the Sword Qi within them, unable to escape.

"It's over."

A smile curled at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, and he followed up by dropping a white piece.

Instantly, the Sword Intent condensed by the white pieces began to erupt, and the entire chessboard seemed to be hit by a violent storm. Amidst "crack, crack" sounds, the black pieces continuously shattered, turning into powder that drifted away with the wind.

In the end, only twenty or thirty white pieces, like swords and mountains, remained on the entire chessboard. And the Sword Qi of the white pieces gathered without dispersing, pressing straight toward Long-lived Immortal God.

Although Long-lived Immortal God had already neutralized the Sword Qi with one palm, everything that happened before his eyes still made him unable to believe it. He was stunned for a long while, then decisively chose to use a vulgarity that lowered his status: "Damn it! How could my 'God's Chess Game' lose!?"