Chapter 158: Heaven Makes a Chessboard and Stars Make It

When I came to the mountain of the ecological garden, it was already dusk.

When the sun sets over the Xiling Mountains, the valleys are already dark. The pine moon grows cool in the night, and the wind and spring are full of music.

Everyone who comes here, no matter whether it is Ling Moxueyan Wuyue or Shang Zhaoye, can feel the feeling that the world is divided as soon as possible. It is obvious that the staff at the foot of the mountain still use modern equipment to sprinkle water to maintain the garden, and there are modern fireworks in the world.

Maybe the only one who thinks there is no difference is Yin Xiaoru, who went up the mountain either thinking about rolling up his sleeves to beat Fat Tiger, or how to hook up with Sindy.

Shang Zhaoye did not fly, but walked up the mountain slowly.

The small hills in this kind of suburban park are not high, but along the way, you can feel the voices of people fading away, cicadas stinging insects, clouds and fog, like a famous mountain descended from gods.

The heart can be quiet, and the meaning is deep.

The real mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

Shang Zhaoye felt that the original appearance of the Father God that everyone had imagined for more than 20,000 years was actually biased.

Once it is placed on the altar, worshiped and enshrined, and viewed by the father, the image in the heart will naturally be majestic, tall, overlooking from a high platform, and giving orders majesticly.

But in fact, there is a certain conflict between this and "immortal".

The word "immortal emperor" may itself have some conflicts.

Perhaps part of the reason for everyone's difficulty in immortality is here. They are deeply mired in the quagmire, with deep plans, unable to surpass, and unable to get out.

I believe Father God has also gone through this process, after all, there are such deep engravings in the way of heaven that everyone knows. But Father God chose to leave after all, sitting in the depths of clouds, looking at the world leisurely.

Maybe the last step is to leave.

The monks are free from the shackles of heaven, so they are too pure; the father and God are free from all ties, so they are supreme?

Is this the way? Vaguely yes, there should be nothing wrong with that.

But Father God seems to have fallen back again...

Returned to the world again.

While in a trance, a chubby tiger suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, crouching under a tree and watching her vigilantly.

Shang Zhaoye didn't take it seriously, it was just a cerebellar ax that hadn't yet transformed in the enlightenment period...

Walking past Fat Tiger, Fat Tiger suddenly bared his teeth ferociously.

Shang Zhaoye lost all sense and glared at it angrily.

Fat Tiger flinched, Shang Zhaoye continued to move forward, and Fat Tiger followed behind carefully raising his paws to scratch.

Shang Zhaoye ignored it and took a step forward.

Fat Tiger took another step on the verge of death, and his paws touched the hem of Shang Zhaoye's skirt.

Shang Zhaoye kicked back subconsciously, Fat Tiger let out a scream, flipped several times in the air, stuck to a big tree with a "bang", and slowly slid down while hugging the trunk.

Shang Zhaoye didn't know where the Cerebellar Ax came from for his inexplicable hostility towards him, and he was afraid of hurting his father's pet and being punished. He didn't know what to do, when he heard Xia Guixuan laughing on it: "This hoof sticks out well, it justifies Qian Donkey's poor skills."

Shang Zhaoye said helplessly, "I am a horse."

"Same thing. Come up and sit."

It's strange to say that it's obviously a farce-like distraction, but it doesn't divert Shang Zhaoye's fairyland feeling at all. Instead, he feels a little more immortal. I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, Xia Guixuan was playing chess with himself on the stone table in the pavilion.

I don't know where the black and white clouds came out, and they landed on the chessboard with a crisp sound, just like the evening drum and morning bell in the temple, leisurely, cleansing the soul.

"Can you play?"

"If you can lower it, you can't compare to God the Father."

"Look, it's a trick again, isn't it? Chess is about fun, not winning or losing. If you only play chess for the sake of winning, then ordinary people will never be able to play against computers. Isn't this art absolute, and how can it be passed down to this day?"

Shang Zhaoye also smiled, and sat opposite Xia Guixuan: "Then please enlighten me."

Xia Guixuan separated black and white, handed the black chess basket to her, and said with a smile: "So I said before, I have more common language with you cultivators."

Shang Zhaoye glanced at him. This was a topic she and Yin Xiaoru had discussed before continuing. It was funny to say that the Father God played impartially between humans and the descendants of gods. God the Father said that he was actually more partial to the descendants of gods?

Is this what you mean?

She settled down in the star position, and said in her mouth: "The common language is not as beautiful as the beauty among human beings? Or... the blood in the father god is mainly human?"

"Heh... that's not the case." Xia Guixuan responded casually, and said with a smile: "First of all, I think you should strengthen yourself instead of relying on me. This should be a consensus?"

Shang Zhaoye sighed: "Father God has destroyed our human layout, causing us to be extremely passive now. The road to self-improvement was cut off by Father God, not Gongsun Jiuling and Mo Xue."

"At this time, at that time, because you felt foreign enemies, you also felt that you should not continue, so why blame me. Otherwise, Gongsun Jiu's life and death have nothing to do with me. Even if I want to be selfish, it is to favor his sister instead of him."

Shang Zhaoye nodded: "Yes. So we can only count time and fate, and we don't have to worry about it... After trying to wake up the fox king to strengthen ourselves, and encountering the true partiality of the Father God, is it our fate to offend God? Maybe it is. Before, I had no respect for the Father God and found someone to pretend. It should be rewarded."

"It's meaningless for you to play tricks with me several times." Xia Guixuan smiled: "I'm partial to Xiaoru, I admit it. It's hard to say if it's your retribution, but I don't think it's a retribution, it's just that you got into a dead end."

Shang Zhaoye nodded Sansan with a "snap": "Is this a dead end?"

"A long time ago, people thought that point three three was the last choice, a desperate struggle." Xia Guixuan smiled: "Later, various algorithms were changed, and it seemed that this seemed to be a big chess game. What is a dead end? It's just that time has changed, according to different opponents, different rules, and different choices."

Shang Zhaoye looked up at him again.

"Your vision is a little narrower." Xia Guixuan responded casually, and said lightly: "Canglong Star is a relatively barren planet. When I first came, there were only very primitive life forms. It may take hundreds of millions of years for civilization to be born, and there are not many mineral resources and other savings, and heaven, material and earth treasures with spiritual energy are even rarer. Today, your best natural materials and earth treasures are actually things that were born and evolved from some of the things I brought back and the place where my spiritual energy is most abundant, right?"

Shang Zhaoye smiled wryly: "Yes."

"Visitors from another world, with my treasure of great purity, you can build the world's top magic circle, which can even pose a threat to me... Have you ever thought about where my treasures come from? They are not from the Canglong Star, but from the vast stars, from the heavens and myriad worlds."

Shang Zhaoye paused with his hand holding the chess piece.

"The Canglong Star is just a corner. For the descendants of the gods, it is nothing more than their hometown. It has been many years since human beings have left their home planet, and they have never been obsessed with what the earth has become...Whether the descendants of the gods have the heart to go to a wider place to seek better treasures and stronger resources, instead of focusing on this place, and sighing because my aura no longer overflows after returning to the cage, I am ashamed for you."

Shang Zhaoye held the chess pieces tightly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Actually, the one who fell asleep in your soul sea was very imposing. At that time, she hid my formation and didn't want to repair it. She just didn't want to continue to rely on it. What time and space are separated, what is the magic formation of gathering spirits, and she will always be in a framework that doesn't know whether it is a person or a dragon. When will she be able to escape? I also regret her death. She should be the king who is most suitable to lead this ethnic group forward, even if she has no respect for me..."

"But..." Shang Zhaoye said hesitantly: "The descendants of the gods are at their weakest now, so we can't do it."

Did it come back? If there is a fox king...

"What I just said is first, let's talk about the second..." Xia Guixuan said with a smile: "Secondly, I made this shot, which objectively made the human beings stronger and the descendants of the gods weaker... Even after I left the customs, I never went to see the descendants of the gods. You have reason to be dissatisfied. You think that human beings don't respect the sky, and the descendants of the gods recognize me as the way of heaven, and the way of heaven turns the other way. Isn't it cheap?"

Shang Zhaoye lowered his eyes slightly: "Don't dare."

"You guys have no idea, you have your own thoughts on me, I don't care about you for the time being. But the vast majority of ordinary people are really devout and respectful of heaven, and I don't have any response, which is also a bit ashamed..." Xia Guixuan said with some ecstasy: "At the source of the flames, I saw the tribal altar, and the ancient prayers still echoed in my ears... It reminded me of the time when I was a mortal, when there were gods who favored me, but I never favored them."

Shang Zhaoye said in a low voice: "Since Father God is retreating, there is no need to think about these things."

"Playing with me again, am I out now?" Xia Guixuan smiled: "When I respond, I will respond. Look..."

Shang Zhaoye turned his head to look, and suddenly felt palpitations.

Obviously, it was just playing chess on the pavilion stone table on the hill of the ecological garden. I don’t know when the scene changed completely. Surrounded by the vast night, the endless universe, below is the vast land, and all living beings are like ants.

The chessboard in front of him turned into night.

The chess pieces in his hands are like stars.

Nineteen vertical and horizontal paths, outlining the law of the avenue, looming in the sky.

I vaguely heard the prayers of the descendants of the gods below: "Is that... Father God?"

In the night sky, the blue dragons run through the sky, and the celestial horses accompany them, forming a celestial wonder that can be observed from any corner of the planet.

Canglong smiled and swayed the stars.

In Heiziluo, one hundred and eighty secret realms of all sizes are spread across all continents, hidden deep underground, where various experiences, checkpoints, treasures, and techniques are hidden.

Bai Ziluo, famous mountains and great rivers rise from the ground, the aura is dense in the mountains and rivers, and the products are all over the world, as if returning to more than 25,000 years ago, the majestic aura felt by the first generation of gods surrounds the planet, awakening like the creation of the century.

"God-given things will have their end, encourage them."

This is the only oracle from God the Father in the past 25,000 years.

This is the power of Taiqing, the real god, but Xia Guixuan has never shown it like this before.

Xia Guixuan looked at Shang Zhaoye who was in a daze in front of him: "This whole world can be changed by my thought, let it change into various shapes, and let everyone get the blessing of rain and dew... Does that make sense? I live on the human side, because they have things for me to learn. Even if I am not used to it, I still have a common language with you. I have to learn... This is not partiality, but I am still looking for a way forward. The way of heaven is still moving forward, let alone the descendants of gods?"

I feel a little tired, rest tonight, there is no need to add more