The world is a chessboard, drawing all living beings into the game.
A discarded pawn of a boy happens upon a heavenly coffin and rises beneath the vast sky.
You know only that his sword has nine forms, each like a lifetime. Nine lifetimes temper a single blade, until it can destroy the nine heavens.
You also know that inside the coffin, the sun and moon are imprisoned, yin and yang are locked away, and a lonely grave stretches for thousands of miles.
You know still more: the boy bears a bound sword and came from a small city. He battles in the present, slays the future, and breaks through a river of stars stretching thousands of miles, determined to throw the chessboard of all creation into chaos.
When the heavens lie beneath his feet, the spirit sword returns to its sheath.
But what you don't know is that the boy is the one who set the board!
Come on!
Take a look at this celestial chess game. You and I can both join in.
Once again, I welcome all you venerable immortals to the game.
I've read 50 chapters, so far it's pretty good, I hope it doesn't end badly.
Chuanxuan, can one million become a god? 😎😎😎
It's a very traditional routine, but the writing style is good, and it's constantly refreshing 🍉 🍉