He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The moment the twelve attacks landed, a chessboard materialized in front of Yun Yi.

The chessboard is small, with nineteen lines running vertically and horizontally. It has a white jade base and light lines, creating a play of illusion and reality.

He extended his finger, and his fingertip gently landed on the chessboard.

A finger falls gently.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

No sound could be heard in the world anymore.

The twelve attacks disappeared.

The sound of the wind disappeared.

All the breath of the true gods has vanished.

Even the trembling of the sky, the collapse of space, and the sinking of the earth all disappeared.

Only the soft sound of chess pieces being placed on the board remains.

pat.

That soft sound was so clear in the silence that it was as if the whole world had been left with only that one sound.

Everyone was stunned.

Shen Can's pupils suddenly contracted.

She sensed it.

In this space, in the entire Jade Void Heaven, all laws and rules vanished.

No, it didn't disappear, it was replaced.

The original laws governing this world—fire burning, water flowing, wind blowing, and the earth bearing—were all overridden by a more powerful force.

The World Chess Game.

From this moment on, Jade Void Heaven became his chessboard.

On the chessboard, there are only chess pieces.

All people, all things, and all forces operate under the rules of this chessboard.

Shen Can's body stiffened.

She looked down at her hands and felt the power within her being bound by some invisible threads. Each thread was like a thread of fate, firmly pinning her to a certain square on the chessboard.

She tried to break free, but the threads tightened even more.

The same applies to the twelve peak True God-level patrol envoys.

Their attacks were neutralized the moment they touched the board, redefined by the rules of the board, and became a move on the board, a move that could be withdrawn or rewritten at any time.

Bai Zhantian's face turned deathly pale.

He could feel his power being drained away by something, flowing continuously towards the chessboard.

Wu Zhenyue's legs were trembling.

For the first time, he felt that his proud defenses were no different from paper in the face of this power.

Long Xingyun's eyes narrowed to the extreme.

His figure flickered in the void several times, each time trying to escape the chessboard's coverage with a transformation technique, but each time he was pulled back by those invisible threads.

Zhu Wushen stood at a distance, looking at the chessboard that covered the entire Vermilion Bird Palace, and at the figures standing on the chessboard like chess pieces, frozen in place. His mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

This is hardly a prodigy.

This is clearly a monster disguised as a six-year-old.

Shen Can strained to lift his head, staring at the six-year-old child standing in the center of the chessboard, his voice hoarse: "You..."

She opened her mouth, but before she could finish speaking, Yun Yi interrupted her.

"You want me to see," Yun Yi said calmly, "that everything you've protected will ultimately become the side that attacks me."

"Let's see if these people will abandon me in the face of the Empire's token."

Shen Can's eyes flickered slightly.

"You did see it." Yun Yi looked at her, his expression unchanged. "But I don't care."

He paused, shifting his gaze from Shen Can to the group of Zhu family elders standing in the distance, their expressions complex, none daring to speak.

"The chessboard was set up from the beginning," he said. "I'm sitting at this end, and you're sitting at the other end."

"Whoever makes the move becomes the opponent."

"Whoever stands by is a pawn."

Zhu Changfeng's lips trembled slightly.

He wanted to say something, but when he met Yun Yi's eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze and focused on the chessboard.

He still has one more thing to do.

Deity No. 16.

That violent will was still surging and growing stronger.

One hour.

He only has one hour.

But before that, he needs to finish everything he needs to do.

He raised his hand, his fingertips landing on the chessboard.

"It's time to wrap this up."

Yun Yi took a step forward.

There was no sound when that step was taken.

But at this moment, the entire Jade Void Heaven lost all its color.

The iron gray of the sky faded, the movement of the clouds stopped, and even the air seemed to solidify.

Everything turned into black and white, pure black and pure white, as if the whole world had been stripped of its color, leaving only a skeleton.

The chessboard unfolded, covering the entire world.

With white jade as the base and light as the lines, there are nineteen lines running in all directions. Each line is a thread of fate, and each intersection is the position of a chess piece.

On this chessboard, the black and white areas unfolded silently.

The power of evil, the chessboard of the world.

The power of E'tian, the realm of black and white.

Two laws that do not belong to this world descended simultaneously at this moment.

Shen Can's body stiffened.

She looked down at her hands, those hands that once held the power of a true god at its peak, now pale and thin, devoid of any power.

She could feel the power within her body being stripped away layer by layer, like being stripped of clothes, flesh, and bones, until only a bare core remained.

She tried to mobilize the power within her body.

No response.

They attempted to activate the divine soul of a true god.

No response.

He tried to struggle to his feet.

His legs buckled and he knelt down.

The twelve patrol envoys knelt down one after another.

Their peak cultivation as true gods, the power they relied on to look down upon the entire empire, all vanished in this black and white intertwined realm.

It's as if it never existed.

Zhu Wushen was not spared either.

He felt his true god cultivation being stripped away in that instant. The power that once made him look down on the Jade Void Heaven was now like being locked in an invisible cage, and he couldn't mobilize even a trace of it.

He knelt on the ground, trembling, looking up at the six-year-old figure standing in the center of the chessboard.

Zhu Changfeng knelt in the crowd, head bowed, not daring to look ahead.

Zhu Changhe lay on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Zhu Heng's lips were trembling; he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The entire Zhu family, numbering in the tens of thousands, was forced to kneel on the ground by this force, like a pile of loose sand, like a swarm of ants.

In that instant, all living beings, all cultivators, and all mortals in the entire Jade Void Heaven were stripped of their power.

As far as the eye can see, the world has faded to black and white.

In this vast world, only he remains, a unique presence.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the chessboard, his black robe fluttering gently in the wind that intertwined black and white.

He was surrounded by light—crimson light, dark yellow light, and pitch-black light. The aura of three divine bloods flowed around him, giving his unique color an ultimate sense of nobility.

He stood there, not tall, only the size of a six-year-old.

But at this moment, all the living beings who saw him had only one thought.

This is God.

A player who stands outside the world, holding the game.