Another three days passed. Li Hao had made it to six hundred squares. His pace picked up as time went on.1

The river of life and death looked completely different from before. There was more order to it, as well as 310 bridges of life and death that spanned it. That was thirty more bridges compared to before he entered the chessboard.0

There were still the same number of stars in the river, but the water seemed to be more complicated as more daos were immersed in it.0

Over the past three days, Drouth had at times frowned, at times been seized with crazed joy, and at times on the verge of a mental breakdown…0

Li Hao didn’t know what the man was experiencing and couldn’t be bothered to care. What he did take note of was Drouth’s physical body falling apart a few times and cracks snaking through his dao mark.2

This guy… better not be the death of himself.0

Well, if he dies, he dies.0

Li Hao strongly suspected that there would be another dark puppet in the Hall of Darkness if Drouth continued in this vein—a fifth rank puppet!1

This was how dark puppets were formed,...0