Chapter 831: The Chess Realm: All Things Are Soldiers, Heaven and Earth Are a Chessboard

At this moment, the wind around them seemed to fall briefly silent.

Gazing at the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus before her, Su Wanqing froze in place upon hearing the boy's words.

The boy's clear, handsome face regarded her quietly, his eyes pure and deep, devoid of any impurity.

A peculiar fragrance emanated from the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus, drifting deliberately toward her snow-white nose tip, seeping into her body as if permeating every pore, filling her with an involuntary urge to breathe deeply.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she whispered, "For me?"

She had never expected Li Hao to be serious—that he would truly give her this painstakingly harvested Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus, and right before her sister Su Muqing's eyes.

She suddenly realized something and turned to look at Su Muqing beside her.

The coldness on Su Muqing's face had frozen the moment Li Hao passed her to offer the flower.

She turned her head, her gaze lingering for an instant on the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus before Su Wanqing, then lifted her eyes to fix Li Hao with a frost-laced stare:

"What do you mean?"

"Hm?"

Li Hao looked at her in confusion.

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

Su Muqing's face darkened, her eyes flickering with suppressed rage.

Li Hao frowned and said calmly, "You already have one; giving you another would be redundant. Wanqing likes it—is there a problem with giving it to her?"

"You—!"

Su Muqing clenched her fingers around her immortal robe, furious inside, yet seeing the boy's calm expression, her anger suddenly subsided.

It was he who was courting her, pestering her with childish tricks—she should be the one angry, not him.

These are just petty tricks; does he think they'll anger her and earn her attention?

Su Muqing suddenly smirked, mocking Li Hao as she said, "You have such cultivation talent, yet you waste your days on these trivial matters, trying to win my notice. If you'd just focus on your cultivation, why would you ever need to rely on our Su family?"

Li Hao was stunned—he had no idea where she'd gone off in her thoughts, but clearly, she'd misunderstood again.

Still, he thought for a moment and said nothing; when prejudice stands before you, even truth is branded as sophistry.

Beside them, Su Wanqing came to her senses and quickly whispered to Li Hao:

"Hao Tian, don't anger Sister. This tactic won't work—give the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus to her right away. I know her; she's saying this because she cares. Don't let all your effort go to waste."

Li Hao saw she was still worrying about Su Muqing's feelings and shook his head slightly. "She'd just throw it away. Don't overthink it. I picked it for you—so it's yours. No other reason."

He placed the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus in her hand.

His words were not whispered—they landed directly in Su Muqing's ears, and her face grew even colder.

"Hmph!"

Su Muqing gave Li Hao one long, piercing look, then turned to Su Wanqing, her icy gaze softening slightly as she said:

"Since he picked it for you, take it. I won't be angry."

Su Wanqing smiled bitterly. "Sister, you keep it. Hao Tian was just speaking out of temper."

"I have one."

Su Muqing gave a faint, bitter smile. "Even if he gave it to me, I'd crush it underfoot like mud. What I want, I take with my own hands. Unlike certain individuals with low moral resolve, who wait passively for others to serve them—devoid of ambition, even inferior to my family's servants."

As she spoke, she turned away, as if sealing herself off from the scene.

Su Wanxue frowned at Li Hao and whispered: "Wanqing is innocent. Don't manipulate her. Your issues with Muqing—you settle them yourselves."

Li Hao turned to see it was Su Wanxue. He frowned slightly and replied coldly, "You're imagining things."

Seeing Li Hao deny it, Su Wanxue said no more. If it happened again, she would intervene.

At this moment, Jiang Huanhuan had been carried over by members of the Jiang family, her face pale as snow.

She had seen Li Hao harvest the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus before falling into the water; now seeing it in Su Wanqing's hand, she looked at Li Hao and asked:

"How… how did you break through that sword intent?"

More than the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus, she cared deeply: why could she not withstand the sword intent, yet Li Hao could?

Could this painter of Immortal Lord Realm Stage One truly surpass her in sword art?

"Break sword with sword."

Li Hao replied simply with four words.

Jiang Huanhuan froze. Break sword with sword? Break sword with sword… Suddenly she laughed. What a simple, what a brutal answer!

"Your sword art…"

Jiang Huanhuan wiped the bitter smile from her lips and stared deeply at Li Hao.

Li Hao said nothing, his gaze naturally drifting again to Su Muqing's face, his thoughts drifting far away.

Seeing this, Jiang Huanhuan glanced at Su Muqing and felt a sudden pang of envy.

She had never envied Su Muqing before, even knowing she was childhood friends with the Lin family's Imperial Prince. But now, seeing even a prodigy like Li Hao cling devotedly to her, she truly felt a touch of envy.

"Muqing, cherish him."

Jiang Huanhuan said this, then turned and left.

Su Muqing paused, then understood Jiang Huanhuan's meaning the moment she noticed Li Hao's gaze—her face darkened instantly.

At this moment, others returned, having harvested the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus. All six blooms had been taken.

"Congratulations to all of you for harvesting the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus. This immortal plant blooms once every nine thousand years, flowers once every ten thousand. You are truly fortunate."

Immortal Master Tan smiled gently and said, "This one plant is said to be over a hundred thousand years old—this is its tenth blooming. Though it lacks the extraordinary effects of other rare elixirs, it symbolizes eternity and patience. May you all cultivate an eternal Dao heart and the will to endure the passage of time. One day, I believe you will all witness your own blossoming, standing atop the pinnacle of the True Realm!"

Eternity… patience… Li Hao looked up, his eyes flickering slightly as he thought of Shi Miao—the soul that had traversed time and space.

Though she spoke only fragments, had she already waited eternally in the future?

A strange, indescribable pain pierced his heart, as if an invisible, weightless chain of fate had tightened at this moment.

"The Sword Pool's Flower Harvesting is concluded."

Immortal Master Tan waved his hand, his voice echoing across the entire venue.

Everyone rose from their cushions and bowed respectfully to the Immortal King.

The young disciples of the Jiang, Su, and Lin families also rose; though from great clans, their manners were only more refined.

After the Sword Pool's Flower Harvesting ended, other noble families continued chatting, using the occasion to build alliances. But Su Muqing immediately soared into the sky and returned straight to the Su family.

Seeing this, Li Hao quickly followed. But this time, Su Muqing did not travel with Su Wanqing and the others—her movement was swift, and Li Hao could only push himself to his limit to avoid being left behind.

Soon, the two arrived one after another at the Su family's Zhe Xian Courtyard.

Su Muqing's heart had now cooled, and she was secretly alarmed—she had deliberately tried to shake off Li Hao, yet failed.

Though Li Hao could not match her speed, his aura had remained locked onto her, impossible to fully shed. This was alarming.

"This guy…"

In her icy eyes, Su Muqing showed seriousness. She paused slightly in the courtyard, and instantly, a figure teleported into view—it was Li Hao.

"Why are you still following me? Go to Wanqing's Clear Lake Courtyard."

Su Muqing said coldly.

Seeing her words were laced with barbs, Li Hao sat down calmly on the carved chair outside the main hall. "I came to the Su family for you."

"For me?"

Su Muqing sneered. She wanted to ask: If you came for me, why give the Immortal Rhythm Purple Osmanthus to Wanqing? But the words caught in her throat—saying that would imply she cared about it.

Hmph. That trash—she could never care about it. Besides, she and Wanqing were so close; now that Wanqing received it, she should be happy for her—even if the gift came from a scoundrel, the object itself was still valuable.

"Don't use such trivial tricks again. It's meaningless."

Su Muqing spat out the words, turned, and stepped into the hall, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Nearby, Wu Ma and the other servants, witnessing this, remained unmoved—Miss had never once shown Hao Tian Young Master a kind glance.

Yet they also found it baffling: why was this Hao Tian Young Master so relentless? Was he merely after the Su family's power and resources? Didn't he fear the Lin family's Imperial Prince?

Shaking their heads, Wu Ma and the others stopped thinking—this was not their place to concern themselves with.

The courtyard returned to its usual quiet, broken only by the whisper of wind and the rustle of falling leaves, and the occasional swish of maids using immortal arts to sweep up the withered foliage.

These leaves, dried and brittle as paper, cracked softly with each step.

Li Hao also calmed his mind. He knew Su Muqing would not open the hall door unless Su Wanqing came. So he silently played chess, meditating on the faint spark of insight he had just uncovered.

He had been in the Northern Region for six years without realizing it.

He did not know how things stood in the Southern Region—how Gu Yan, Yue Xi, and the Great Dream Master were faring, nor what had become of Lao Feng and the others who had followed him to the True Realm.

Yet in the Southern Region's battle, he had risen to unprecedented heights with his Dao Source Immortal Seal, reaching the peak of True Immortal. But in that moment, he had felt a weakness unlike any before.

His power was still too weak—far from enough.

"Life is a game of chess; all beings are pieces."

Li Hao gazed at the chessboard, his eyes revealing a rare depth of weariness—as if years had carved into the boy's otherwise clean gaze.

On the board, black and white stones locked into each other, each a deadly formation.

These deadly formations devoured one another—both attack and defense intertwined.

What, then, was the true meaning of the Way of Chess?

Forecasting, strategizing, manipulation, hidden pieces…

But any strategy leaves traces.

Any forecast leaves a path.

"The true essence of the Way of Chess…"

Li Hao's eyes filled with contemplation, lost in meditation.

Meanwhile, after the Sword Pool's Flower Harvesting ended, news of Li Hao spread like a hurricane across the entire Gusu Imperial Star.

In an instant, all thirty-six thousand immortal cities on Gusu Imperial Star learned that in the Northern Region's human lands, a peerless prodigy had emerged—a youth with only a hundred years of soul lifespan, yet already at Immortal Lord Realm Stage One, undefeated among his peers.

The name "Hao Tian" spread like winged birds, flying across the entire Emperor Star in an instant, with signs of further expansion.

The Northern Region lacks prodigies—extremely so. Its harsh living conditions ensure the Northern Region places immense value on prodigies, and the immortals and gods who have lived here long possess greater combat strength and fiercer courage than those in other regions.

"A hundred-year soul lifespan, First Layer Immortal Lord? Even if you made up a story, would you make it this absurd?"

"You actually believe this?"

"Shh, are you trying to get yourself killed? This is insider information from the Kong family—how could it be false?"

"That's right. Many claim they saw it—the young man slashed through the prodigies of every noble house with a single sword. He seems entangled with Su Muqing, the True Phoenix of the Su family."

"I know about this. I heard he lives in the Su household—he's their son-in-law!"

"How is that possible? Is the Su family planning to break off their engagement with the Lin family? Would the Lin family's Imperial Prince tolerate that?"

"Who knows? All I know is my friend saw Hao Tian entering and leaving the Su family's main gate."

The rumors spread wildly, naturally reaching the Lin family.

Deep within the Lin family, in a courtyard.

"Isn't the Young Master training here?"

The one who came to report was a Lin family prodigy, intending to personally inform his cousin.

But the courtyard was empty—only the old steward who had served Lin Zhe since childhood remained.

"The Young Master has gone to the ancestral grounds to cultivate."

The steward said respectfully.

"Ancestral grounds?"

The Lin family prodigy froze, then his eyes lit up with joy. "Could it be that Brother Zhe is about to break through?"

His figure flickered and vanished from the courtyard, soon reappearing outside the ancestral grounds.

His status was inferior to Lin Zhe's—he could not enter freely and could only wait outside for permission.

Soon, he received approval from an elderly Lin family guardian and entered the ancestral grounds.

Not far inside, he saw a small earthen mound, like a grave, upon which sat a youth of extraordinary bearing, his head drawing distant stars from the heavens.

"Brother Zhe!"

The Lin family prodigy approached and called out cautiously.

Lin Zhe slowly opened his eyes, recognized his cousin, and frowned. "What do you want?"

"Brother Zhe, rumors are spreading everywhere—a man with a hundred-year soul lifespan has reached First Layer Immortal Lord. He's proposed marriage to Miss Muqing. I investigated—it's true!"

"Zhe Xuan brother, rumors are spreading everywhere that a man who reached the Immortal Lord realm at just a hundred years of soul lifespan has proposed to Su Muqing, and I've investigated—this rumor is actually true!"

Lin Zhe frowned, suddenly recalling the rumor he'd heard years ago, just before entering seclusion. Years had passed—had this rumor still not faded?

"A hundred-year soul lifespan, First Layer Immortal Lord?"

Lin Zhe raised an eyebrow, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"That's right. Someone secretly used a Soul Lifespan Mirror—it confirmed it."

The Lin family prodigy quickly added.

Lin Zhe's eyes darkened with coldness; his fingers tightened slightly. But soon, he relaxed his hand and said coldly:

"I understand. Leave. Don't bother me again with such trivial matters."

"Understood, you may go. Don't bother me again with such trivial matters." "Trivial matters?"

The Lin family prodigy froze, staring at Lin Zhe in disbelief. His future wife was about to be stolen—was this still trivial?

Lin Zhe snorted. "I know Muqing's nature—she would never betray me. Besides, I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. I'll handle it myself when I emerge."

The Lin family prodigy was stunned. "But his talent—"

Before he finished, a chilling coldness swept over his entire body. Before him, Lin Zhe's eyes flashed two sharp blades of light, radiating an extremely faint—but unmistakably Imperial—aura!

"Do you think anyone can compare to me?"

The Lin family prodigy froze, falling silent. "Of course not…"

"Go."

The Lin family prodigy turned and hurried away, daring not to stay another moment.

After the man left, Lin Zhe lifted his gaze to the elderly Lin family guardian at the ancestral grounds' entrance. "Xue Lao, I'm about to enter seclusion to break through. Please guard me—do not let any outsiders disturb me."

The elder sensed the restless Immortal energy within Lin Zhe and smiled faintly. "Rest easy. Fully assimilate this Candle Dragon Immortal energy."

The Lin elder sensed the restless immortal power within Lin Zhe Xuan and smiled faintly: "Rest assured and enter seclusion—fully refine this Candle Dragon immortal power!"

After Li Hao and Su Muqing returned to Zhexian Courtyard, Su Wanqing soon arrived.

She had wandered in thought all the way, hesitating repeatedly, but ultimately decided it was best to return this item to Li Hao—to avoid misunderstanding from her sister.

Li Hao had no use for this Immortal Osmanthus; since she insisted on returning it, he had no reason to accept it. Seeing her firm resolve, he told her to simply discard it wherever she liked.

Hearing this, Su Wanqing was stunned. When she saw Li Hao casually toss the item aside, her heart ached—she rushed forward to pick it up, then turned back to look at him. The boy hadn't even glanced her way—he was absorbed in carving wood with a small knife, as if he himself were a piece of wood.

She fell silent, reluctantly tucked the Immortal Vein Purple Osmanthus away, and gently brushed off its dust.

In truth, this Immortal Vein Purple Osmanthus was a spiritual object—how could it possibly be dusty?

She looked at Li Hao again and again. Seeing his utter indifference, she finally accepted it and turned to leave.

The courtyard grew quiet once more.

Li Hao used his fingertip's Immortal energy as a blade, carving the wood in his hand. Slowly, its form and features emerged—exactly like Ying Xiaoxiao's.

He carefully finished the carving, studied it several times, then sighed. He realized his Carving Dao had still not reached the Twelfth Level—it paled in comparison to his own paintings. He immediately stopped, deciding to resume only after reaching Twelfth Level Carving Dao.

Otherwise, a flawed work felt like desecration.

He resumed playing chess alone. When weary from thought, he switched to carving, using it as a way to seek insight into the true essence of carving.

Thus, time passed in repetition.

Immortals' time flowed swiftly. One meditation or seclusion could span ten days or half a month; some, stuck at a bottleneck, secluded themselves for decades—even centuries—without surprise.

Li Hao only hoped Su Muqing wouldn't close herself away for so long. His days were steady—each one filled with purpose.

When hungry, he roasted ancient demon meat. After eating, he played chess. When tired of chess, he carved. Occasionally, he lifted his head to admire the courtyard's beauty—but the closed palace door always brought a flicker of disappointment to his eyes.

While Li Hao played chess and carved, Lin Jinrou and Jiang Huanhuan occasionally visited the Su family to see him.

Both came to discuss painting and sword Dao. Originally, Li Hao had been merely an exceptionally gifted painter in their eyes—worthy of respect. But now that they knew his mastery of sword Dao had reached the pinnacle, they no longer merely respected him—they regarded him as an equal prodigy, and thus sought his insights on sword Dao.

Yet, to their surprise, when discussing painting, the boy spoke passionately. But as soon as the topic turned to sword Dao, his energy vanished—he grew listless.

"Master Hao Tian, with such a short soul lifespan, how could you achieve such mastery in both painting and sword Dao? What bloodline do you have?"

Lin Jinrou couldn't help but inquire about Li Hao's bloodline. A hundred-year soul lifespan—even if he never ate or slept, he couldn't reach such heights.

Her own brother, the Lin family's once-in-100, 00-year True Dragon, didn't even match Li Hao's performance—at a hundred-year soul lifespan, he was still only True Immortal Realm.

Li Hao smiled bitterly. This question was hard to answer—even if he spoke truthfully, no one would believe him.

Seeing his silence, the two girls realized they'd overstepped—probing into someone's secrets was impolite.

As prodigies, who didn't have their own opportunities and mysteries?

"Master Hao Tian, can you play chess?"

"Why don't you cultivate? Is Su Muqing really in that palace? Doesn't she see you?"

Compared to Lin Jinrou, Jiang Huanhuan was like an insatiable child, firing off question after question. Li Hao didn't know which to answer.

Lin Jinrou was equally curious. Every time she came, the boy remained unchanged—sitting alone, one chair, one chessboard, black and white stones falling, radiating solitude.

"Isn't your family from the Northern Region? Are you alone here?" Jiang Huanhuan asked.

"Do you feel lonely?"

Li Hao shook his head, pointing to the chessboard. "Better lonely than dull. Fortunately, what I do is fascinating."

Jiang Huanhuan, like Su Wanqing and others, understood nothing of chess and had no interest. She merely murmured, "Oh."

Time passed. In an instant, two more years had gone by.

The chessboard no longer held dense clusters of black and white stones—only two remained: one black, one white.

Each rested on opposite ends of the board. If counted carefully, the grid spaces behind them were perfectly balanced, dividing the tiny board into two equal halves!

Li Hao silently gazed at the board, lost in thought.

He had reached this state six months ago.

With only two stones placed, no further moves were possible. Every step had been calculated thousands of moves ahead—ending in mutual erosion, mutual occupation, perfect equilibrium.

The black stones could not defeat the white. The white could not defeat the black.

Thus, with these two stones placed, the board's configuration was the final outcome.

But how could this final state be broken?

Chess… Li Hao stared at the empty intersections. In his mind, countless black and white stones flew like meteors—thousands of game records, countless variations, rapidly stacking—yet remained unsolvable.

The chess… Li Hao stared at the vacant intersection, his mind filled with countless black and white stones racing like meteors; diagram after diagram, line after line of evolution rapidly stacked in his mind—yet ultimately, it was unsolvable.

With that single extra intersection, victory would be possible.

But a square board could never gain an extra intersection—it could only gain an extra row.

"The board is fixed. The stones are dead soldiers. Meaningless…"

Li Hao murmured. This stalemate was unbreakable.

Yet, his whisper suddenly stirred something.

Li Hao's mind flashed back to that scene in the Southern Region.

He knew he had become a pawn in the grand game between titans—one side a Supreme Sovereign, the other possibly the Seven Ancient Immortal Dynasties' Emperors.

But knowing this was meaningless.

Like these two stones on the board—he could see his hand placing them, controlling them. This was sorrow. This was despair.

Like these two pieces on the chessboard, one could see his hand descending, controlling them—this was a sorrow, and also despair.

Li Hao looked up, unaware that the air had turned cool with autumn's arrival.

In the courtyard, fallen leaves drifted, tumbling from the trees, carried by the gentle breeze onto the go board—a single withered leaf, curled at the edges.

As the branches swayed, more dead leaves fell, lending the courtyard a faint air of desolation.

The boy sat in the wind, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, his eyes shadowed with quiet sorrow…

Suddenly, the leaf drifting past his vision caught Li Hao's gaze, drawing his attention.

Fallen… leaf?

Li Hao froze.

He looked up, gazing at the bare trees in the courtyard—some were ornamental, mere spiritual plants, yet like ordinary flora, they shed old leaves and sprouted new branches!

A leaf growing on a tree had entered the go game.

Its position was innate, beyond its own control.

But… wind could shake it, rain could jolt it, and when time came, it could shed itself.

Falling from the tree meant withdrawing from the game.

Left to the wind's will, carried to some unknown place.

This fallen leaf resembled the solitary, desperate silhouette on the Southern Front, gazing up at only the towering, universe-encompassing figure of the Supreme One.

But life can be controlled—death cannot.

The true meaning of the go game, he realized, was the inversion of black and white, the transformation of life and death, the alternation of time and space…

This was the "game."

Not natural progression.

In an instant, Li Hao felt goosebumps rise across his skin, a profound clarity spreading from crown to sole—everything became transparent, understood.

A force radiated outward from his body—this was the Go Realm.

Within the Go Realm, all things were pieces.

At Li Hao's will, the three-zhang radius around him fell under the game's domain, entirely subject to his command.

The faint winds, the grains of sand—all were stones he controlled.

"Go Realm… all things are stones, all things are soldiers!"

Li Hao murmured, and within the three-zhang ground around him, sand and pebbles burst into golden light; as the fundamental principles of the Go Path transformed, those grains became divine dust, radiating brilliant golden immortal radiance, exuding piercing intensity.

Li Hao could feel—these grains of sand could unleash destruction rivaling that of immortal weapons.

This was the unique power of the Twelfth Level of the Go Path: within the Go Realm, all things become soldiers!

【Go Path: Twelfth Level】

【Insight Gained: The True Meaning of the Go Path】

A prompt flashed before his eyes, but Li Hao's spirit was no longer on it—his mind swelled with surging insights into the Go Path.

He absorbed them like a sponge—not merely insights into the Go Path, but also encompassing the fundamental principles of other Dao paths: life and death, light and dark, time and space.

Li Hao had not expected to gain insight into the origin of time from the Go Path; his time origin slowly ascended, rising from the Fourth Level to its peak…

"Hmm?"

In the hall, Su Muqing sat upon the cultivation stone, suddenly sensing an unusual origin fluctuation—she opened her eyes.

She immediately extended her spiritual sense to probe, but the strange origin fluctuation vanished swiftly; all she saw outside the hall was the boy, seated exactly as he had been for two years, unchanged.

Yet now, he was not playing go—he sat with eyes closed, enveloped in a Dao domain.

Within that domain, there appeared to be a law domain, similar to the painting realm Li Hao had once revealed.

Su Muqing frowned slightly; to investigate further would mean intruding into his Dao domain—and that would awaken Li Hao.

Hmph, what does it matter what he's doing?

Su Muqing snorted, withdrew her spiritual sense, and ceased probing.

Within the Go Realm, Li Hao sat with eyes closed, slowly absorbing the insight into time's origin; soon, his time origin broke through the peak of the Fourth Level, reaching the Fifth Level.

His understanding of time rose another tier.

Beyond time's origin, his comprehension of space's origin also continued to be absorbed and digested.

As he absorbed these myriad Dao origins, Li Hao's combat power quietly ascended to a new plateau.

His spirit gradually sank into the Go Path insights; countless go patterns and strategies wove before his mind's eye.

These strategies—life and death reversed, dead positions reborn, living paths revealing death—many of the moves were divine plays, capable of effortlessly overturning nearly all the games he had previously played.

Placed in certain death, then reborn!

The game is a setup—not only using your own pieces, but also turning your opponent's pieces into part of the setup.

Thus, all things are soldiers—all are your soldiers!

"That go path…"

As Li Hao felt the ever-changing path, a sudden tremor shook his heart—a terrifying thought arose.

Black and white stones merged into a single game.

The game can be a setup; oneself can be a stone; oneself can become the setup!

"If my physical body is the black stone, then my Primordial Spirit… is the white stone!"

"Then my body can become… the celestial go board!"

"Black and white stones as one game—why then can't my body and Primordial Spirit merge?"

"If my Primordial Spirit's power could also merge into my immortal body…"

Li Hao's thoughts surged uncontrollably, growing wild; his immortal energy stirred involuntarily, his body writhing and shifting.

His physical Dao origin was at the Sixth Level—he already controlled his body as masterfully as a peerless prodigy at the peak of the Immortal Lord realm.

Now, at his will, the golden bones of his Primordial Spirit radiated Primordial Spirit energy, emitting golden dust-like light that seeped into his immortal body.

His Immortal Body had already reached perfection, a top-tier body in the True Realm—but now, as the Primordial Spirit energy seeped in, his body changed again, infused with golden Primordial Spirit power, binding more tightly and firmly to his spirit.

This seepage and transformation was continuous; Li Hao felt his Primordial Spirit energy truly merging with his flesh and blood.

This was not the common spirit-body union among other immortals—it was another kind of resonance, or rather… superposition!

A terrifying power slowly stirred within his immortal body; Li Hao's heart trembled—using his body as a setup, as the celestial go board… it was truly possible!