Volume 2, Chapter 341: The Game Has Begun: The Last Test from the Ancestral God
The young man smiled, his hand resting on his chin, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his magnetic voice sounded again.
"Today's chess game determines life and death. A thought can lead to mountains and seas, a thought can lead to galaxies. A wave of the hand can create soldiers, a wave of the hand can gather generals. You and I will be the commanders."
Ye Tingmu was puzzled and even more confused.
But the young man in front of him stood up, stretched his limbs and stretched lazily.
"Ah! It feels so good."
With a long sigh, his expression suddenly changed and his smile disappeared.
His eyes became extremely serious. At this moment, the young man in front of him seemed like a different person. There was an inexplicable sense of majesty on his handsome face.
He turned his right hand, and a black helmet appeared in his hand.
Then hold it with both hands and wear it on the top of your head.
In just a moment, Yanran transformed into a black-armored warrior.
Majestic and murderous.
"The game begins."
The voice was low, like a bell or a drum.
His eyes flashed white and he was in a trance for a moment.
When Ye Tingmu was looked at like this, his entire consciousness was pulled out.
In a flash, the two of them found themselves in an unfamiliar area.
Endless whiteness enveloped the two of them like a cloud, yet did not block their view.
The two of them stood in the sky, and Ye Tingmu still didn't understand what the other party was going to do.
They had agreed to play chess, but now the chess pieces and chess board were gone. After he talked for a while, the two of them appeared here again. Everything happened so fast that he didn't even have time to digest it, and he was still a little dazed.
However, he quickly adjusted his thoughts and began to observe the surroundings.
At this time, the young man in black armor spoke again.
"This is a virtual space, and the speed of time is hundreds of thousands of times faster than in the outside world. One day in the outside world is a thousand years here. There are still 15 days before the fairy mountain closes, or 15,000 years. As long as you defeat me, you will pass the level."
Ye Tingmu frowned. The defeat the other party mentioned certainly did not mean what it meant literally. Even if the two of them fought, he would not have a chance of winning. The duel he mentioned must have a specific meaning.
"How?" he asked.
When the young man heard this, spiritual power surged around his body, and eleven fairy rings suddenly appeared behind him, which were exactly the same as Ye Tingmu's.
The eleven fairy rings were extremely dazzling. Ye Tingmu's brows furrowed even deeper. It turned out that there was someone else who could also open the eleven fairy rings, and he was not the only one.
"You and I can both drive the eleven attributes between heaven and earth, and we can also create the world. What this game is about is creating something out of nothing, making weapons and all kinds of things." As he said this, he waved his hand and pushed away the clouds.
Behind him, a majestic city stood tall in the sky. He continued:
"As long as you conquer this city, you will win, and..." He looked behind him, where there was also a city, equally majestic and indestructible.
"If I conquer your city, you lose. Everything ends here. You are out, and I will continue to wait for the next person to replace you."
There was a gleam of light in Ye Tingmu's eyes. It turned out that the so-called chess game was like this, or in other words, it was a battle of offense and defense.
To put it simply, it means building troops and pushing the opponent's crystal.
To put it more complicatedly, it's like World of Warcraft, where you build soldiers and fight against each other.
"Do you have any other questions?" Seeing Ye Tingmu didn't say anything, the young man asked.
Ye Tingmu nodded.
"Can."
"Then let's begin."
After saying that, the young man in black armor headed towards his own city in the distance.
Ye Tingmu also headed towards the city that belonged to him.
When we arrived in front of the city, we looked up and saw that the city was a hundred feet high and built with huge stones. It was very magnificent, but unfortunately there was no one there.
He looked at the empty front of the city wall, a sword quietly appeared in his hand, and then he swung the sword across the air dozens of times.
There was a sudden roar from the side of the city wall, stones fell off, smoke and dust billowed, and when everything dissipated, a big sword character appeared on the city wall.
Ye Tingmu walked forward in the air and came to the top of the city wall, where both the sword and the coffin fell to the ground.
He then sat cross-legged, with eleven fairy rings opening behind him.
Spiritual power begins to drive.
I had created the world before, so it was no problem for me to create everything again today.
They began to mobilize the spiritual energy around their bodies, condensing various controllable creatures such as humans and beasts.
The competition began. Ye Tingmu was not in a hurry at first. This was a competition of strategy and tactics, as well as a psychological game.
To have a strong city, the first thing you need is not to have an army that can charge into the battlefield, but to operate it first and wait for the opportunity.
Build high walls and store up food.
The young man in black armor had the same idea.
They began to operate on their own and create everything of their own.
Soon a pig was born, then a sheep, a cow, a war horse, and then humans.
In the end, he even condensed and created a giant beast.
Gradually, the city of the two became lively.
Time still passes slowly, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The army was formed and the battle began.
For fifteen thousand years, the realms of the two were suppressed at the level of celestial immortals, and everything they could create did not possess the attributes of cultivation.
So we follow the route of the ancient dynasties of the mortal world.
The young man in black armor put all his efforts into building defensive fortifications. All he wanted to do was to try his best to make Ye Tingmu lose.
Defense is definitely safer and easier than attack.
Because as long as the time is up, even if it is a draw, Ye Tingmu will be the loser.
Although this was not his original wish, it was his destiny and something he had to accomplish.
This level tests whether Ye Tingmu can make plans between heaven and earth in the future and win at the top of the starry sky.
Perhaps in front of an absolutely strong person, all this seems so meaningless.
Since one person can destroy the world, why fear the enemies of the world? However, the young man in front of him has a very long road to walk in the future, and it is a road that no one has ever walked before.
His boss had only led them halfway when he died and turned into dust. Therefore, the person who continued on that path had to be almost perfect, whether it was talent, character, courage, determination, luck... and so on, none of them could be missing.
When you were chosen, you could be imperfect, but at this point, you must be almost perfect, otherwise you are not suitable to continue.
Because from now on, the changes set by his eldest brother, the ancestor god, will be completely unfolded.
At that time, it could no longer be stopped, nor could it be controlled. What awaited them was not only Ye Tingmu's life and death, but the life and death of all the chess pieces in the game.
The enemy they are facing is unprecedentedly powerful and they cannot afford to make any mistakes, otherwise everything will come to nothing.
Hundreds of millions of years of waiting will become meaningless.
Even their faith will be destroyed.
The young man in black armor looked at the Sword City soldiers charging towards him on the ground with his eyes lowered.
"I hope you can win, and I hope you still remember the books you memorized."
Ye Tingmu also stood on the top of the city wall, commanding the army with his mind. He didn't know how long this war would last, nor did he know whether he could win.
It was his first time leading troops, but he didn't feel unfamiliar with it.
Of the thirteen chapters in Sun Tzu's Art of War, he had memorized the first ten by heart, and the last three were also deeply engraved in his mind, so he was confident.
"If this place really has ten thousand years, then I will definitely be able to defeat you..."
PS: No updates in the early morning. Tomorrow’s chapter will be uploaded before tonight. I have no drafts saved.
So no need to wait, let’s read chapter 6 together tomorrow.
Just to remind you.
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