"His own choice? How was this possible? What's going on? "
Nine Nether said in disbelief. From her point of view, Ye Mo didn't have a strong foundation. Even if he chose the easiest path, he might not be able to pass.
But Ye Mo had chosen the most difficult test, which was unbelievable.
"He only said one sentence."
The artifact spirit of the Hall of Rulers said, "He said that if we can't even pass the easiest test, we might as well choose the most difficult one."
"This!"
For a moment, both Nine Nether and Sikong Zhaixing were shocked speechless. Then, an indescribable expression appeared on Nine Nether's face. She seemed to have realized that she had underestimated Ye Mo all this time.
Even she herself was unaware of this subtle change.
Ever since she was born, she had never placed anyone in her eyes. Even the most talented cultivators would be overshadowed by her. Therefore, she had never looked anyone in the eye. Even Sikong Zhaixing, who was beside her, was also a well-known figure in the Upper Province. Not many people in the outside world would compare them to a golden couple. However, Nine Nether did not look him in the eye either.
Because, in her heart, only she knew the gap between her and the others.
However, she did not expect that she would subconsciously develop curiosity towards a man who had always been oppressed by her.
"Just wait patiently. Perhaps he will give us an unexpected result."
The artifact spirit of the Hall of Sovereigns said.
At the same time, Ye Mo, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the chessboard, was in a state of wandering. His thoughts were sometimes clear, and sometimes blurry. He was constantly immersed in the chessboard. After an unknown amount of time, his eyes, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened.
Whoosh!
He flew up and looked at the chessboard beneath him. The black and white chess pieces seemed to form the word "Martial Path".
At this moment, he seemed to understand what the rules of this chess game were.
That was the path of martial arts!
Using the rules of martial arts to establish this chess game, if he wanted to break this chess game, he would have to follow the rules of martial arts and take the next step. This step was especially important.
This step would determine whether or not he could break through to the Sovereign Realm.
One move to decide victory or defeat, one move to decide life or death!
As Ye Mo landed, he could feel the will transmitted by each chess piece. He could feel the power within his body dissipating bit by bit, and his body was gradually weakening.
It could be said that there was a time limit for this trial, and it was impossible for him to continue pondering. Once the energy in his body completely dissipated, he would fail the trial, and all his efforts would be in vain.
"What should I do?"
Ye Mo frowned, his expression extremely unsightly. All that was left for him was despair.
"Something's wrong!"
Suddenly, Ye Mo recalled something. The word "martial arts" seemed to be incomplete. Every word seemed to be missing a "point," and this point might be the key to breaking out of this predicament.
Sensing the energy in his body depleting rapidly, he immediately jumped into the 'Dao' character and used himself as a chess piece to complete the 'Dao' character.
But when Ye Mo took this step, nothing happened to the chessboard. Instead, his feet sank into the chessboard, unable to move.
The energy in his body was still being drained bit by bit. He could not help but feel despair.
"Could it be that I've made the wrong move?"
Ye Mo's heart started to feel despair. He could feel the power within his Godhead dissipating completely. Even the Tree of Life was no longer providing him with any energy. His cultivation had been completely exhausted, and he could no longer make any other choices.
This move that Ye Mo had made was a move that would result in certain death.
"Could it be that my Martial Dao is really going to end here?"
Ye Mo slowly said, "No, I can't fall here. My wife hasn't been resurrected yet, and the humiliation I've suffered hasn't been washed away. I can't stop here!"
This was a kind of belief, and he wanted to persevere with this belief.
But at that moment, Ye Mo recalled what the weapon spirit had said. He shook his head and said, "No, this shouldn't be the belief I'm persevering with. It should be the Martial Dao. I want to walk my own path in the Martial Dao."
Many martial artists pursued the martial way not to become a formidable character, but to take revenge, or to become a peerless powerhouse. However, not many martial artists pursued the martial way purely for the sake of pursuing the martial way.
To break through to the Ruler Realm, one had to have no distracting thoughts. It was like this chessboard. No matter where it landed, it would always be a chess piece. The mission of a chess piece was to complete every chess game.
The mission of a warrior was to pursue the pinnacle of the Martial Dao!
After understanding this, Ye Mo cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. All that was left was the pursuit of the Martial Dao. Regardless of whether he could solve this chess game or not, his persistence in the Martial Dao wouldn't change.
With this thought in mind, he suddenly sensed the chess pieces around him transmitting a powerful force to him, causing his cultivation base to slowly recover. The process lasted for the time it took an incense stick to burn, before his strength was fully restored, reaching the peak of the Exceptional Society.
"My persistence is not wrong!"
Ye Mo's heart was filled with joy. He could faintly feel that he was about to solve this chess game. In this chess game, no matter where one placed the chess piece, it was a warrior's belief in the Martial Dao.
But at that moment, the power in Ye Mo's body was instantly sucked dry. An endless aura of death came from all around him. His entire body collapsed onto the ground. The entire chess game had turned into a desolate battlefield. There were corpses lying on the ground. They seemed to be warriors who hadn't passed the test in the past and had completely fallen here.
"Could it be that my choice was wrong again?"
Ye Mo fell onto the ground and raised his head. His slightly empty eyes looked at the desolate battlefield around him. His heart seemed to waver. Was his persistence in the Martial Dao really wrong?
"No!"
Ye Mo slowly spat out one word. He collapsed onto the ground and shook his head repeatedly.
"The Martial Dao I firmly believe in is definitely not wrong. This scene before me is just a test. Are you trying to waver my heart? I can't do it! "
"I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Ye Mo couldn't even shout three times in a row. He had practically used all his strength. But with every shout, the space in front of him shook and shattered. Until the last shout, the scene in front of him completely shattered, and he returned to the chessboard.
At that moment, on the chessboard, the entire chess game seemed to have come to life. All of the stars emitted a white radiance that connected to form the word "Martial Dao." Finally, all of the radiance was absorbed into Ye Mo's body.
In an instant, Ye Mo felt an endless amount of power pouring into his body.
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