Hua Jianci's worries were not unreasonable. Zhan Changfeng thought about putting the Nine Ultimate Killing Formation at the end. If he broke it first, Fugong League would probably increase the difficulty of the other four levels.
One day later, when she went to the meteorite in Yangtian, she saw that the void had changed drastically, and a landmass was created out of thin air, lying above the meteorite.
"You're here, come with me to see those levels." Ancestor Peng'an suddenly appeared, dropped these words, and flew into the land with his hands turned into light.
Zhan Changfeng followed, and when he was almost a hundred feet above the ground, there was a buzz in the space, and in the blink of an eye it seemed like he was standing in the endless sky. Looking up, he could not see the void, and looking down, he could see the hazy clouds and mist, and occasionally saw the rolling mountains.
This is entering a whole new space.
"Come quickly." The call of Patriarch Peng'an echoed in the mountains and fields. She went looking for the voice and saw him standing in the open space, clasping his hands, as if lifting an invisible curtain, revealing the dark hole behind it. .
"This is the Nine Ultimate Killing Formation."
If Patriarch Peng'an hadn't specially opened this opening and pointed it out to her, it would have been easy for her to wander into it by mistake. Perhaps she was just passing by this wilderness and stepped into this formation that blended in with the surrounding environment.
Zhan Changfeng stood in front of the dark opening and threw a ray of consciousness into it. It was like a mud cow entering the sea. In an instant, he could no longer feel the existence of that ray of consciousness.
It seems to have swallowed up everything, and covered itself tightly, without revealing any clues.
"What do you think of this formation?" Ancestor Peng'an was sure that she couldn't break it, so he touched the sharp beard on his chin and said, "I will take you to see the world of mortals again."
"Please." This moment was really unpredictable. All she could see intuitively was the flash of Patriarch Peng'an's formation technique, but it didn't mean anything.
This was the first time Zhan Changfeng encountered such an invisible formation, but if he wanted to experience it deeply, he might be killed by Jiu Jue.
After walking a thousand miles, they walked into an empty city and saw Taoist Whispering in a small courtyard.
Taoist Whisper pointed to a well made of blue bricks next to him, "The Road of Red Dust is in this well. If the Emperor of Immortality looks into the well, he will know what it looks like."
Zhan Changfeng followed the words and looked down, only to see countless worlds flowing in the well, and thousands of scenes appearing.
Taoist Whisper: "These worlds include projections of the past and present of the universe and the star realm, as well as predictions of the future, some true and some false. When a person enters the well, he will be pulled by himself and go to the world most vulnerable to disaster. As for the result, If you are lucky, you will be able to survive the tribulation in the first world; if you are unlucky, you will perish in the world of mortal tribulation, or your remaining soul may be cast into the next world to continue experiencing tribulation."
Zhan Changfeng understood clearly, "What the Lord means is that in these worlds, if one's own disaster is triggered, there is also a chance of encountering external disasters such as world destruction and heaven and earth catastrophe?"
"That's what I mean, but your focus seems to be wrong. If you are troubled inside, you will be wiped out."
"Gu Zhi." Zhan Changfeng had confidence in his heart. He turned his head and said to Patriarch Peng'an, "Please take me to see other levels."
Patriarch Peng'an's sharp eyes looked between her and the well, "Follow me."
The two came to the venue of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly. The venue was surrounded by three thin lines, with bright yellow Buddhist flags inserted in eight directions, and a rockery shaped like a volcano in the center.
Monk Mu Zeng stood beside him and said, "The Water and Land Dharma Association will give food to hungry ghosts to relieve their pain of hunger so that they can be saved. The monk will not bully others and will not compete with you. When the time comes, he will release 1,800 ghosts." Hungry ghosts, if you can complete the salvation within three days, you will be deemed to have passed the test."
This seems simple, but it is troublesome to say. There are many ways to save hungry ghosts, but the Water and Land Dharma Association can only save them by giving food. The 1,800 hungry ghosts he mentioned are so general that it is difficult to estimate their food intake.
"Let's go."
Ancestor Peng'an led her into a forest. It was foggy and the sky was gloomy. Before she took a few steps, the trees burst into a bloodthirsty red light and turned into nameless stone monuments.
"There are 300,000 ghouls in the monument. Whatever strength you send in, I will release the corresponding number of ghouls."
The crowned heavenly master walked out from the rows of nameless monuments. He looked upright and elegant. At first glance, he was incompatible with this environment, but at closer inspection, he seemed to be born to stand with them.
Zhan Changfeng nodded, "Your Majesty's methods are rare in this world. I will consider it carefully. Can I also let you meet Patriarch Lanke?"
"Hahaha." Ancestor Peng'an laughed three times, "I am really curious about your strength now, even though you will eventually fail here."
He turned into light and fled to the sky. Zhan Changfeng also left. With another buzz, he left this space and entered the void.
Grandmaster Lanke sat cross-legged on the continent and said, "I have a chessboard that can accommodate all things. Now the four levels have been placed on the chessboard. Do you dare to play chess with me?"
Zhan Changfeng had some guesses, but still asked, "How to play chess."
"If all the beings in the world are chess pieces, then what are the chess players? What is destiny?" Patriarch Lanke said with a smile on his lips, "You and I are the heavens, and everything on the chessboard is the chess pieces. You and I each hold one side. Look, Let’s see who can lead to the final outcome.”
"What ending?"
"In one ending, your monk successfully passed five levels, and in the other ending, your monk was unable to pass all levels. You and I respectively planned for one of the endings, but who will get which ending will have to wait until the chessboard starts to guess. Decide."
The implication is that there is a half chance that she will get the outcome of preventing Taiyi from clearing the level, but there are some things that need to be asked clearly, "If I prevent our side from clearing the level, will we be considered a winner or a loser."
"Winning or losing with one or two pieces has always been nothing. The final outcome is always decided by the chess player. Therefore, if you win, Taiyi wins. If you lose, you will also lose if you pass the four levels."
Zhan Changfeng's smile deepened, "Interesting."
Patriarch Lanke also smiled, "I hope the Immortal Emperor will not disappoint me. If you want to start immediately, you should be prepared."
"Let me get ready."
Patriarch Peng'an saw that Zhan Changfeng had left, and said to Patriarch Lanke who brought out mountain spring water to drink, "I would be a bit timid when it comes to your chess game invitation, but she is actually very interested."
When Patriarch Lanke finished explaining the rules, Patriarch Peng'an clearly noticed that the person who was originally unfathomable suddenly became alive.
"You are different. Some people cannot be chess players even if they are quasi-saints. Some people look like ordinary people, but they are born to be chess players, even if they don't realize it."
Entering the cool water, Patriarch Lanke narrowed his eyes in intoxication, "Isn't it that Emperor Changsheng is the chess player himself, jumping out of every game?"
"Heh." Patriarch Peng'an, who was characterized as "some people can't be chess players even if they are quasi-sages," said with a sidelong glance, "Just don't lose."
"Losing is really losing, and winning is really winning. But then again, when does one really lose and when does one really win?"
"..." Ancestor Peng'an didn't care to talk to him, he had a headache.
