LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 562 - 562: The Game of Fate (First Update)
Chapter 562: Chapter 562: The Game of Fate (First Update)
At this moment, two streaks of light flew in from the east and west sides of the sky.
When they landed, they were none other than Fei Tian and Leng Junxie.
In the sky at that moment stood a man, a demon, a monster, and a member of the Shura Tribe.
After their eyes met for a brief moment.
Xue An’s mouth curled into a slight, cold smile.
“It really is lively! The Shura Tribe and the Demon Tribe can’t stand the loneliness, can they?” he said.
Fei Tian let out a sly laugh, “Cut the crap, this secret realm belongs to my Shura clan, get lost!”
With that, he raised his hand and a giant spear appeared in it, which he then hurled at Xue An.
Xue An stood proudly, without so much as a move.
The spear, carrying an overwhelming Sha aura, slowed down drastically as it neared him, as if piercing through a viscous air. It struggled forward a few more inches.
Then, as if it could no longer bear the burden, the spear exploded into fragments with a bang.
But while the two were clashing, Leng Junxie had already seized the opportunity and was rushing straight for the Gate of Fate.
In his view, seizing the Fate was more important than anything else; the fight could wait until later.
However, just as the Gate of Fate was within reach, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking Leng Junxie’s path.
“Sorry, this way is blocked!” Huyue said lightly.
“Seeking death!” Leng Junxie snorted in anger, and with a swing of his hand, he cast a powerful Demon Clan palm strike.
Huyue slightly sidestepped to dodge the attack, ready to counter.
But then they saw lights flying in from all around them.
Xue An said coldly, “Let’s enter the secret realm first; otherwise, if that monk gets ahead of us, it would be bad!”
Huyue was slightly startled and was about to agree.
But the palm strike that Leng Junxie had just launched had already hit the Gate of Fate.
There was no sound, not even the slightest tremor.
The Demon Clan palm strike melted away like ice and snow, and the Gate of Fate then emitted a dazzling light.
A mighty power of Fate burst forth into the sky.
Leng Junxie didn’t have time to react before a beam of golden light dragged him into the Gate, disappearing from sight.
It was identical to the disappearance of Venerable Ku Chan just a moment ago.
“Huh, what’s going on?” Xue An just murmured in surprise.
Huyue’s face turned pale; she finally remembered something and exclaimed, “It’s the Fate Chessboard! We were all wrong; this isn’t just an ordinary Fate Secret Realm that’s opening, but a Fate Chessboard!”
A Fate Chessboard? A seed of doubt sprouted in Xue An’s heart.
Then beams of golden light exploded and wrapped around him, Huyue, and the others, dragging them toward the Gate of Fate.
Among the other powerful characters who arrived later, there were also those who were pulled into the Gate of Fate, causing cries of surprise and angry roars to erupt.
But no matter how high their Cultivation Level was, they couldn’t resist the might of this golden light.
Because it had nothing to do with the magnitude of power or the level of Cultivation, but rather, this golden light was intertwined with a hint of the Power of Laws of the Multiverse.
Powerful characters might be able to change the heavens and the earth, but they could not resist the Power of Laws.
Only a few individuals like Xue An could remain unaffected by the laws, though they had not yet reached the stage of complete detachment from the laws.
Although Xue An could have broken free from this golden light, when he saw the Divine Sense Huyue sent him,
Xue An gave up resisting and a smile appeared on his lips, allowing the golden light to drag him into the Gate of Fate.
Because what Huyue’s Divine Sense conveyed was clear.
With every calamity, the fate of all tribes would be reshuffled, and the secret realm would open.
But in extremely special times, this power of Fate would become extremely strong for various reasons, and what would open then would no longer be a Fate Secret Realm but a chess game of Fate.
And the chess pieces… are the myriad races of the multiverse!
If one emerges victorious in this fate chessboard, they can make their people stand out among the myriad races of the multiverse, and the individual could even become a peerless overlord favored by heaven and earth.
This is why just now, Monk and Leng Junxie, among others, were dragged into the gate of fate.
Because they represented each race of the multiverse.
After devouring enough people, the gate of fate flickered a few times and then disappeared without a trace.
The remaining survivors exchanged glances, their faces all showing horror, for they truly had no idea what had just happened.
Meanwhile.
Within that fate chessboard.
Xue An slowly opened his eyes.
Underfoot was the unbearably muddy ground, and overhead was the scorching sun.
The air was filled with a strange odor.
It was the moist smell left by the sun’s evaporation of rainwater, mixed with a strong scent of blood, creating an odor that made one want to retch.
Xue An frowned slightly.
For he realized that something was suppressing his cultivation level.
But fortunately, both his physical prowess and his Divine Sense were still present.
But what place was this?
As Xue An pondered, he suddenly heard a sharp swoosh from behind and a loud curse.
“Damn it, who told you to rest? Get back to work!”
With a slight sidestep, Xue An dodged the attack and turned to look, only to see a tall soldier clad in a dark cuirass holding a whip, staring at him furiously.
At the same time, the soldier’s face also bore a hint of surprise, seemingly unable to believe that he had managed to dodge his whip.
“Aha, no wonder the lad dares to be so brazen, actually dodging my whip. But a slave remains a slave, and today I will let you learn what a lesson is!” The soldier’s face showed a murderous intent.
Because in his view, a slave daring to evade his whip was a major blow to his authority, and if not handled properly, he would no longer be able to manage these prisoners of war!
Xue An watched quietly.
Even though he was temporarily unable to use his cultivation level, just with his unparalleled physical strength alone, he could crush this man with a flick of his finger.
But what Xue An was most puzzled about now was the identity of this place.
Considering the soldier’s cuirass, though simple in make, was etched with Talisman Spells, this place must be an ancient society with cultivators.
Not far away were a group of slaves, their upper bodies bare and their expressions vacant.
This strange place sparked some interest in Xue An.
Seeing Xue An silent, the soldier thought he had been scared silly and sneered, lifting his whip high, preparing to strike down once more.
Just then, a youth in tattered clothing, small in stature, scrambled over.
“Please calm your anger, sir. My brother has suffered a head injury and can’t remember much anymore! I beg you not to take it to heart!”
“Get lost! Who are you to plead in front of me!”
With that, the soldier’s whip lashed down upon the youth’s back, tearing through the tattered clothes instantly and leaving a bloody mark on the mud-caked skin.
The youth shuddered with pain, yet his face revealed an even more obsequious smile.
“Please calm your anger!”
The soldier sneered, “Alright then, since you wish to save him, I’ll start by flogging you to death!”
With that said, he raised his hand and the long whip lashed out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the youth’s face.
If the whip struck, the youth would at the very least be blinded in one eye.
Many slaves averted their eyes, unable to bear the sight.
But just as the soldier revealed a cruel smile, a slender and elegant hand lightly grasped the fiercely whistling whip.