From exerting a little force to using magical power, and even using Taoism, he was unable to pick up the chess piece no matter what.
This is a formless power, but it also foreshadows something.
Qing Xuan raised his head and asked, "It's as heavy as Mount Tai. Can't I lift it by myself?"
Panhu shook his head, and the old tree spirit reached out to grab the chess piece as well, but with the same effort, he still had difficulty lifting it.
This situation made Qingxuan even more confused. What did this chessboard want to express?
He asked again: "Is it difficult to defy destiny?"
The old tree spirit shook his head and laughed, "This is because the lazy man can't be called, hahahaha."
Panhu couldn't help but smile.
Qingxuan understood that this chess piece referred to the immortal.
He took the jade slip away and spent two days and two nights to finally finish reading the contents.
Qingxuan set up the chessboard from that day in his yard and looked at it for a long time. This time there was no formless force to stop him, but he still couldn't defeat the invincible general.
"In a prosperous and peaceful age, everyone is like a dragon, but they can only slay the immortals with a sword."
There was murderous intent in Qingxuan's eyes, and for a moment he thought about breaking the connection between heaven and earth, causing chaos in the world, making it so that there would never be a prosperous era again, and even tried every means to kill the celestial being.
Because the prosperity of the Fairy Palace was so great, everyone was truly like a dragon.
Just like literacy was a privilege for a few people in ancient times, but nowadays it is something that everyone learns for granted. The same is true for cultivation. Perhaps you won't be born with a golden elixir level of cultivation like the Immortal Palace.
But if everyone has the qualifications to practice, can have access to practice, and can receive inheritance, then the number of strong people will inevitably continue to expand.
Therefore, troubled times are better, so that we can avoid repeating the same mistakes.
Qingxuan stared at the chessboard in a daze. Suddenly, a cloud of merit and auspiciousness fell on his head, and a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes.
"No, there is nothing wrong with the prosperous and peaceful times. What is wrong is the way of heaven. The power of heaven and earth should be reduced, and everyone should be prevented from being like a dragon."
Zhuquetian came to the so-called Hundred Sects Conference.
Many great cultivators gathered together in the lobby of the government office of the former Northern Wei Dynasty. The reason was simple: this place was big enough and happened to be in the territory of the Huangji Sect.
What’s more important is that the recovery period of the cultivation sects is very short, and most of them will not waste time building so-called palaces, but directly use the buildings of the former government offices.
Zhuquetian saw many new faces, most of whom were resurrected in recent years or were just born not long ago.
There used to be very few people who could reach the level of a god. Now, although it’s not true that god-level masters are everywhere, they are definitely not rare either.
Thirteen powerful men who have reached the level of God Transformation.
Zhuquetian made such a judgment. He sat in the corner, watching the five major sects taking turns to make beautiful promises one after another.
But it didn't liven up the atmosphere.
Most people were silent, seeing the other party's intention of the big fish eating the small fish. Rather than fighting against the Immortal Palace, it was more like taking the opportunity to swallow up the black soil.
The Immortal Palace is nothing to worry about.
Zhuquetian read it out, and the five major sects were not nervous at all.
Finally someone asked about Beiying.
The elder of the Huangji Sect on the stage answered confidently: "The talents of the Immortal Palace have only been revived for a short time. It will take at least 3 years to restore their strength. There is no need to worry now. We are just preparing for the future."
Three days later, a ray of sword light pierced through the sky and earth, and the Hengduan Mountains were split in half.
A Saint King from Huangji Sect tried to stop him, but was later seriously injured.
Fifteen sects were destroyed that day, leaving no one alive. The brutality of their methods was horrifying.
(End of this chapter)
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