I Defied the Odds with My Remaining Chess Piece

[Oriental fantasy, fantasy imagination, single female protagonist, sinister, hegemony, upgrade flow] Everyone in the world admires the immortal way, takes pride in becoming an immortal, respects the emperor, and respects the heaven as the pinnacle in the world. Little did they know that the clear universe between the sun and the moon and the eight realms was originally a game of entertainment played by the Tiandao constellation. The saint hides behind the scenes and makes the rules, while the gods take separate seats to play the chess pieces. From mortals to the great emperor, hundreds of millions of living beings are all chess pieces. There are chess demons born in the spiritual soul of a practitioner: when you first enter the Tao, the dust will steal your luck; when you step on the immortal path, you will eat up your emotions and memories; when you become an immortal, you will lose your life and life; when you become a great emperor, you will be willing to be a sharp blade. Breaking through the realm or not, never depends on talent, only the will of heaven. He stepped into the game with a broken piece of chess, and could see invisible chess patterns all over his body, and could glimpse layers of shackles of heaven. Is it to go with the flow, abandon all seven emotions, and climb to the top step by step? Or do you buck the trend, take yourself as your son, take your life as your bet, and play chess with the sky? The blood moon rises, and there is no regret in falling.