116: Chapter 116 Breaking Through the Barrier of Combat Power, Xuanji Descends to Earth!
The world essence inside Jiang Feng's body had become so viscous that it defied common logic.
His six-dimensional attributes soared, easily shattering the limit barriers of the "Rang" unit and stepping directly into a new era.
[Current Six-Dimensional Attributes: 300,000 Rang (30 Gou)!]
Jiang Feng clenched his fists.
Under the simple action of clenching his fists, the surrounding void space continuously collapsed and reformed.
"With this rate of data inflation, a game designer would have to stay up all night writing a resignation letter," Jiang Feng said, exhaling a smoke ring.
He slowly looked up at the supreme dimension above, which could never be explored with divine sense.
He knew very well that the two pairs of eyes, which treated the myriad worlds as a game of chess, must be staring intently at him right now.
Supreme Void.
On the White Jade Heaven-Reaching Seat.
Two massive figures, so blurred they seemed merged with the Great Dao, sat facing each other.
A massive chessboard, covering the starry domains of the heavens, floated between them.
Old Man Ming slammed a black piece onto the formation eye.
"Snap!"
As the black piece landed, the situation on the chessboard changed instantly.
In a starry domain that had been driven into a corner by the white pieces, a surge of providence suddenly descended.
The karma of the endless black-armored army reversed, transforming into a massive black dragon that tore through the sea of stars.
As the dragon formed, it roared and swallowed hundreds of millions of white-armored heavenly soldiers in one gulp, instantly completing a shocking reversal and becoming the absolute overlord of that world!
Old Man Xuan looked at the collapsing white pieces on the board and gently set down the piece held between his fingers.
He picked up the jade cup beside him and unhurriedly took a sip of Dao tea.
"This old man has lost."
Old Man Xuan's voice was flat and calm: "Out of seven games, you finally won once."
Old Man Ming swept away the gloom of the previous games and laughed heartily, making the surrounding stars tremble.
He turned to look at a young girl standing beside the jade throne.
"Hahaha! It's all thanks to this girl Xuanji waking me up just now."
The girl's name was Xuanji.
She was draped in a light veil shimmering with starlight, her long hair like a galactic waterfall.
In her eyes, it seemed as if the birth and death of endless universes occurred every second.
She was a supreme being nurtured from the creation of origin by the two elders, Xuan and Ming, through billions of deductions and high-dimensional ruminations.
Born with the knowledge of the laws of the myriad worlds and a pure heart, her understanding of the situation in the heavens had long since surpassed that of the two chess players.
Old Man Xuan looked at Xuanji and sighed for the first time:
"This girl actually took the initiative to help him... It seems that even if this old man calculates everything in the heavens, I still cannot suppress such a variable."
Xuanji bowed slightly, her voice as crisp as immortal music: "Venerable Xuan is too kind. A chessboard is like fate; where there is a dead end, there is naturally a gate of life. Everything has a crack, that's where the light gets in."
She didn't take any credit, her gaze crossing the ancient chessboard to look at the chaotic ripple stretching across the void in the distance.
Within the ripples, scenes shifted endlessly—Jiang Feng was frantically harvesting clones across the myriad worlds, his combat power soaring geometrically. He was like an out-of-control virus exploiting a loophole in the Heavenly Dao, pushing forward without resistance!
Old Man Ming followed her gaze. Instead of being angry, a trace of joy flickered in his eyes, and he laughed softly: "Good! What a lawless kid!"
"Once he completely becomes my chess piece, I will surely surpass Old Man Xuan's chess skills!"
Xuanji did not chime in, her starry eyes still locked onto the figure in the void ripples, a complex mix of curiosity and brilliance flashing in her gaze.
"Break!"
Xuanji whispered in her heart.
Her vision forcibly penetrated Jiang Feng's shell, which had exploded with ridiculous values, peeling back layers of dimensional karmic mist to reach the deepest source of his soul.
In an instant, scene after scene unfolded before her eyes.
She saw a searing, blinding sea of fire.
Broken steel beams crashed down.
A thin and weak youth used all his strength to push a crying little girl he didn't even know out of the fire, while he himself was completely swallowed by the raging flames.
In a classroom in his past life, he had once seriously stated his dream—'I want to be a firefighter.'
The scenes shifted.
She saw a dilapidated, drafty orphanage.
New Year's Eve.
Outside, heavy snow fell, firecrackers thundered, and thousands of households were having reunion dinners.
The boy sat alone on the steps, clutching a firefighter picture book with a missing corner.
His eyes were full of longing for the warmth of a family, yet he instinctively raised his defensive thorns.
The scene suddenly jumped to a few days ago in this life.
Tianshu Dragon Garden in Dongjiang City.
Jiang Jianguo handed over a plate of unwashed hongmeng creation star fruit, while Liu Cuilan chattered nearby, complaining about the old man's lack of hygiene.
The young man, who was decisive and world-destroying outside, took the fruit. The coldness, calculation, and defensiveness in his eyes vanished instantly, and he smiled like the most ordinary child.
Xuanji withdrew her gaze, an unprecedented ripple of emotion welling up in her chest for no reason.
She spoke softly, her tone certain yet carrying a trace of imperceptible softness: "Actually, he is not such a heartless person."
Old Man Xuan set down his jade cup and glanced sideways indifferently: "Oh?"
"In his past life, he died in a fire to save someone. He spent his whole life in loneliness, never even seeing his parents' faces, and simply did not understand what family warmth was."
Xuanji extended a fair fingertip and pointed at the void ripples: "In this life, he finally has a family. Naturally, he treats them as his reverse scale; anyone who touches them dies."
She looked up at the two venerables sitting high on their jade thrones, her voice gradually becoming clear and powerful:
"All his ruthlessness, calculation, and coldness are reserved for external foes and enemies. He slaughters the myriad worlds and frantically boosts his combat power just to protect that small bit of warmth remaining in his home.
The heavens and earth are heartless, but he has feelings.
This kind of person is far more real than those hypocrites on your chessboard who talk about the Great Dao while abandoning their wives and children for longevity!"
Old Man Ming was completely stunned, his hand frozen in mid-air with his fingers still on his beard, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Old Man Xuan's eyes, deep as a cold pool, scanned Xuanji's face, a hint of realization hidden within.
Having lived for countless eras, how could he not see the curiosity and inquiry she couldn't hide in her eyes?
High-dimensional beings with endless lifespans should naturally be indifferent to emotions. The most taboo thing is to have uncalled-for emotional fluctuations toward a 'pawn' in this game of the lower realm.
"Girl," Old Man Xuan spoke slowly, his voice deep and carrying an unquestionable authority, "Since you've taken an interest in this variable in the chess game, it would be quite disappointing if you just stood here watching the show."
He raised a withered finger that seemed capable of crushing eternity and pointed into the void.
An ancient seal, circulating with immeasurable origin and emitting a cyan-gold divine glow, appeared before Xuanji.
"The time for the opening of the Immeasurable Holy Mountain has arrived. Take this Decree and descend to the lower realm to serve as this term's 'Supreme Arbiter.' Go and see for us up close just how big a hole this kid can poke in the sky."
Looking at the divine seal, Xuanji reached out her fair hand without hesitation and gripped it firmly.
"Xuanji accepts the command."
Her toes lightly tapped the void, her flowing cloud-white veil moving with the wind.
Her form turned into a grand stream of light that tore through dimensions, heading straight for the ruins of the Canglan Realm below.
Old Man Xuan watched the trajectory of the disappearing light, picked up another white piece from the chess box, and rubbed its smooth edge.
"The game has only just begun."