The old man was skinny, but he had a majestic and imposing air around him. He was soaring in power at an astonishing speed as beams of dazzling dao light shot out from him.  

Ahead of him was completely empty as if his journey ended there, and there was no further path for him. 

Behind him, the rivers of stars were tumbling and the void of emptiness was quaking, as if they were terrified of being devoured by the aura of the old man. 

He was like an abyss, able to devour everything in his way!

So unbelievable!

Lin Xun’s heart was in his throat. He was shocked beyond anything. What kind of terrifying cultivation does one need to achieve that?

Saint level?

Or perhaps Saint-King?

Lin Xun didn’t know. 

To his surprise, the old man withdrew his aura, and his straight figure became stooped as though he had lost all his strength. An air of gloom, helplessness, and bitterness hung around him.

He was like a traveler who had been wandering for years, or like a veteran soldier who had fought on the battlefield for a long time. 

“I take the universe as a game of chess, regard the past and present as the chess board, the great dao as the chess manual, and my life as a chess piece to play against...