In the chessboard, the sacred light gradually appeared.
Every member of the royal family who could survive until now was not a simple figure. Even after a long time, they still had a lot of power to use, even if it was through the bloodline seal method.
But no matter what, the Liu family's scheme was indeed upright.
After reaching the Legendary Realm, the ability to perceive the world had gradually begun to increase, not to mention that Jon was an expert in this field.
He could feel these things, and he knew what the Liu family was planning.
Everyone knew that this kind of power could not be concentrated in the hands of one person, but after a long time, it could easily become a family inheritance, just like them in ancient times. So they simply tampered with the chessboard. In this way, the ruler would have to be chosen from each family, and everyone would use strength to convince the other, which was very fair.
Although Jon felt that it was just so-so, this was already the best goal from the perspective of good and evil in the world among all those who fought for the chessboard.
That kind of peace and compassion was the power that had been recognized by the people countless years ago.
It was the will of the people, and it was invincible.
So, all was silent.
The light of compassion and compassion flowed here, and the light burst out from the chessboard, inheriting the will of the sacrificer and guiding the spiritual imprint of the Wen and Jing Emperors from thousands of years ago. That kind of gentle compassion merged in the light, sprinkling all the darkness, as if a compassionate goddess had embraced all, even evil and darkness, into her arms.
No action, no self.
Everywhere in the world is me.
No one could resist this kind of power, not even those old people. This kind of warmth from the light surrounded everyone, like the gaze of a mother, incomparably gentle and difficult to get rid of.
This was a kind of redemption.
Sacrificing oneself, sacrificing oneself, to bring peace and harmony to the world.
Using the blood of the royal family of the Liu family as a sacrifice, to bring about real change.
The power in the chessboard began to change from control to peace.
For a moment, countless hateful gazes fell on the Liu Family's Patriarch.
The latter was unperturbed, but she was also very nervous. No one could go against the decision made by the Great Ancestor. For today's step, more than a dozen Great Ancestors who were enjoying their old age in the family had sacrificed their lives. It was not only this great aunt, but also a few old people who were going to be the foundation of the family.
They had paid such a high price to obtain the power of the chessboard today. As long as the miracles of the two emperors were imprinted on it, the Liu family would always have a little more say.
Power was peaceful, but people were not.
The only one who could absolutely bemoan the state of the universe and pity the fate of mankind had already died in the light just now.
The gods did not care about the human world, but the human world was always related to each other.
The chessboard began to expand, and the majestic sound began to resound throughout the world.
A miracle was born here.
But Jon didn't do anything.
He stood still in the void, and no one could see him. There was only an illusion in front of him, and it was that old woman.
She looked at Jon, afraid that he would do something.
"I won't do anything. You and I share the same goal, and this is something I care about. It's best not to allow power to be controlled, unless the controller can be entrusted with it. Alas, there is no such person here."
The final insurance of the Western Weave was Helga, but there was no such person in the Eastern Weave.
Even Zhusha had her own selfish motives.
Thus, the best method was to rule together.
And Zhusha was still asleep.
The chessboard was evolving, so the struggle came to an end once more.
Everyone was watching the changes in the sky, and even a few gazes were looking down from the depths of the sea.
The gods had taken an interest in this place.
But no one cared.
What they cared about was that brand-new substance that was gradually being born from the friction and collision of countless characteristics of power, and that it was already beginning to transform itself.
At this moment, no one had the heart to care about anything else. Apart from Zhusha who was in a deep slumber, everyone else's consciousness had already turned towards the sky. The powerful ones had also begun to move, using every means possible to place their soul mark close to the unfurled chessboard.
Even if they couldn't take the initiative, they could still sense the changes and experience the mysteries of the world. For people of their level, this was a very important resource.
It was precisely because of this that everyone saw different things. But all of them were keenly aware that they were only seeing the tip of the iceberg. This was because their perspective was too narrow, like peering at a leopard through a pipe. They could only see a speck, but could not see the whole picture.
Even so, there were benefits to be had.
Just by looking at the changes, these old people felt that their lifespans had been extended. Some bottlenecks were being constantly attacked, and some were even about to be broken through. Those who were weaker were also affected. Two of them even fell into a coma. Just like Cinnabar, they were beginning to advance towards Legendary.
It was hard to believe if Jon hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
The Weave of the West had a similar effect, but Jon did it secretly and did not have such changes. But to be able to transform ordinary people into Wizard, this power was once obvious.
But soon, the benefits of the metamorphosis ended. This metamorphosis was short, but it was very successful.
But the powerful people present did not have time to feel melancholy or pity.
Because with the end of the metamorphosis, a huge tide was stirred, and a turbulent sound echoed in the minds of the Wizard of the East.
New rules and order were being established.
The existence hanging high in the sky completely revealed its true form.
It was a strange windmill that looked like it was carved out of stone.
It was like a chessboard that was pulled upward from the center. The lines that were originally engraved on the surface were now precisely distributed on the sides of the cone. Within each line crack, there were countless patterns formed by complex symbols.
At this moment, the stone wheel was motionless, but it gave the illusion that it was slowly rotating.
Of course, it was possible that it was actually rotating.
It was just that the world was relative, and in this space, this windmill was the center. As the world rotated, so did the windmill. The two were synchronized.
It had no will and only relied on its instincts to operate. It was a simple tool.
This was the best case scenario.
There was no struggle or control, only constant power.
The most direct effect of the Weave, isolation, was reflected in this.
Without a master, the Weave began to strictly seal off the surrounding power.
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