The Flood Witch didn't understand.
That was why he had come to look for Zuo Zhanglu.
"What the hell is going on? Do you know what this means? It means that we've been ignored by the higher-ups of the various races. They don't treat us as opponents … This hurts my pride! "
The Flood Witch was furious.
What's wrong with looking down on me?
How can they ignore me like this?
I'm the number one master in the world.
Zuo Zhanglu, on the other hand, was calm and unruffled in the midst of chaos. He picked up a white piece and made a break. "It's better to hurt one's pride than to hurt one's life.
"I don't believe you're not upset. Not only do they not treat us as opponents, they don't even care about us!"
The Flood Witch had never been ignored like this in her life. She felt like her lungs were about to explode.
She couldn't understand. "All the masters of the various races have come back. Where are the masters of the Wu people? You humans should have top masters too. Where are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? "
Zuo Changlu's face twisted. "This … I really don't know …"
"All in all … everything that's happened now is confusing and inexplicable."
"That's true … In the long run, it's not a problem."
Zuo Changlu put down a piece and said, "But I have to say that now is the last period of self-improvement for the Astral Souls and the Umno Alliance. It's reasonable that the other races don't see us. We're far behind the other races in terms of high-end combat power and general standards. This is an indisputable fact. There are so many masters on the battlefield. Any one of them is no weaker than you or me … and there are many more who are much stronger than you and me. Based on this premise, why do they care about us?"
"Haha, it's just that we don't have Dao Immortals. They come from the ancient times and have their own roots. They've been Perfected Golden Immortals for a long time. We're just scattered Perfected Golden Immortals. We're not real Perfected Golden Immortals. That's all."
The Flood Witch was somewhat disdainful.
"Isn't Dao Immortal a term used by the Western Sect?" Zuo Changlu was not as knowledgeable as The Flood Witch in this regard.
After all, it had been thousands of years since the end of the world. Anything that could be passed down by the ancient humans had long been destroyed.
"More than that."
The Flood Witch said, "Since ancient times, the Heavenly Dao would bestow rewards to all cultivators who succeeded in their cultivation and passed the Heavenly Tribulation. Their bodies and souls would be tempered, and only then would they be considered to have attained the Dao Immortal Realm. The so-called Celestial Immortals, Golden Immortals, Mystic Immortals, etc … all belong to the Dao Immortal Realm. In other words, it is a recognition of one's cultivation status."
"With a single thought, the heavens and earth would immediately react. White clouds would naturally rise beneath one's feet. The so-called 'riding the clouds and riding the mist' is a technique of the Immortals."
"Since the splitting of the continent, the Heavenly Dao has been incomplete. Therefore, it has lost part of the rules for the evaluation of higher-level cultivators … Even if we have succeeded in our cultivation and can travel thousands of miles in an instant, there are no auspicious clouds surging beneath our feet. This is the essential difference between us and them."
The Flood Witch sighed. "In terms of combat strength, we may not lose to cultivators of the same level. However, in terms of spiritual source, immortal power, and the power to mobilize the universe, we are greatly inferior. There is a clear distinction between the superior and the inferior."
"For example, you can easily destroy a mountain now, but can you easily create a mountain out of nothing?"
"This is the fundamental difference."
Zuo Changlu frowned and said, "Then this kind of gap should be able to be bridged in some way, right? Especially now that the ancestral land has regained its light! "
The Flood Witch pondered this question for a long time, but did not speak for a long time.
For a long time, the two did not speak until the end of a game of chess. Zuo Changlu slaughtered The Flood Witch's dragon. On the chessboard, there were only a few sporadic black pieces with one last breath left. All that could be seen was white.
A complete victory!
Moreover, it was an extremely humiliating victory!
Zuo Changlu sighed comfortably. "Playing chess with you is so satisfying."
The Flood Witch rolled her eyes gloomily. "I don't know how to play this game. It's hard for you to be so serious and put in so much effort. Is it worth it …"
Wu Yuting sighed and sat aside. "Watching the two of you play chess, I really feel sorry for Big Guy … You know that you are not good at chess, but you still insist on not admitting defeat every time …"
"Usually, the outcome of the game can be seen before the middle of the game, but you still insist on holding on until the entire chessboard is full of chess pieces … Big Guy, you know that Old Zuo is going through painstaking efforts just to kill you. The outcome of the game is already clear. Why are you still working so hard alone …"
"Let's not talk about other things. Big Guy, your perseverance is really admirable. As long as there are pieces on the chessboard, no matter how slim the hope is, you will not admit defeat. Both of you are f * cking geniuses. Both of you can make me swear …"
The Flood Witch was still studying the chessboard full of white pieces and only a few sporadic black pieces. She held a black piece in her hand and said, "As a warrior, as long as there is a breath left, we should fight endlessly. How can we stop fighting?"
As she spoke, she put down another piece. She wanted to play in the middle of the chessboard where there was almost no space.
Zuo Changlu sighed and took away the chessboard. "Flood Master, you put down a piece in the chessboard where I have already made a real space. Not to mention that the rules of Go don't allow it. Even if I force you to play, you can't do it. There is really no way to play like this … Can you take a break … Alas, let's play chess."
The Flood Witch took a sip of wine and said, "We must win the game in chess."
Half an hour later.
Zuo Changlu, one chariot, one horse, one cannon, and three pawns, moved side by side on the chessboard at the speed of a turtle.
On the opposite side, The Flood Witch only had an old general left. There was nothing else. The old general was really bald. But the old general was still moving up and down in a straight line in the nine squares …
Moreover, both Zuo Changlu and Wu Yuting could see that The Flood Witch was seriously moving step by step.
Wu Yuting covered her eyes and sighed. "This is too much of a bully! This is too much of a bully … I really can't stand it anymore … "
Zuo Changlu precisely adjusted the direction of the chess pieces. He tried to arrange the six pieces in a line and move them down one by one.
The Flood Witch was still supporting. Obviously, the word "admit defeat" never existed in his dictionary.
You Dongtian came over to take a look. Then, he picked his nose and left. He only dared to laugh after walking a long distance …
You Xingchen, Qin Sha, Sword King, Yun Zhonghu, and the others were speechless.
They watched the two people with the highest cultivation levels in the continent grinding back and forth on the chessboard.
Was it interesting?
He was clearly a general without an army, but he could still move for another half an hour …
Finally …
The Flood Witch's old general had nowhere to run.
He was trapped to death.
The Flood Witch pushed the chessboard aside and sighed. "I've tried my best. God didn't bless me. I lost this game."
Everyone covered their faces and was speechless.
From the beginning of the game, you were hit by a chariot after seven moves … It was obvious that you were going to lose. Yet, you could still sigh …
You still had the nerve to say that God didn't bless you. What did this have to do with God or the Heavenly Dao? This was really determined by one's strength!
"It's time to eat. Do you want to drink?" Zuo Changlu's face was full of high spirits and complacency.
He had won two games in a row, which made him particularly happy, especially when he was playing against The Flood Witch.
"I like your indomitable spirit in playing chess!" Zuo Changlu praised sincerely.
These were words that came from the bottom of his heart. There was no falsehood in them.
If it were someone else, they would have already admitted defeat. It was absolutely impossible for them to win to their heart's content.
"Drink!"
The Flood Witch closed her eyes and pondered. Where did she lose in the game just now? Where was the key step?
"Now, the world is this chessboard."
Zuo Changlu comforted her. "Now, all sides are playing chess. The chess pieces are playing one by one, and it's not time for us to play yet."
The Flood Witch nodded and said, "I understand what you mean. The two of us are the old generals, the generals, or the two generals. Under normal circumstances, we can't act rashly unless it's an emergency. If we use up our strength too early, the continent behind us will no longer have a barrier to speak of. We can only be at the mercy of others."
Zuo Changlu was dumbfounded. "Is that what I mean?
What I want to say is that our two races are not qualified to enter the game at all now. We need to further our studies and adapt to the ancestral land of the Untainted World as soon as possible … "
However, thinking about The Flood Witch's words, it seemed to be … a little reasonable?
At this moment.
The Flood Witch suddenly frowned.
Zuo Changlu immediately raised his eyebrows.
It was only then that everyone became vigilant together …
But it was too late now. Or rather, it was meaningless to be vigilant earlier!
After the thick white mist poured in, when the white mist dissipated, Zuo Changlu and The Flood Witch had already disappeared from the scene.
"Who is it?!"
Wu Yuting unleashed her full aura and shattered the void around her. Then, she shouted, "Who is it?!"
The void was silent, and there was no movement at all.
…
Zuo Zhanglu and Flood Witch only felt dizzy in front of their eyes. When they came back to their senses, they found that they were already in a strange space. The two of them sat still and looked at each other. They understood each other's meaning.
This space was set up by a master, and the two of them couldn't break it with their strength!
"Greetings, Lay Buddhists."
In the void, the mist dispersed, and a white-robed Daoist slowly walked over. This person had a kind and handsome face, and he was tall and straight.
Following his arrival, it was as if the entire space was filled with benevolence and compassion.
"Greetings, Senior."
The two of them stood up and returned the greeting. "May I know your name, Senior? Where are you from? Why did you bring us here? "
"I came from the west. When I saw the red light shrouding the sky, I stopped here for a moment to form a good relationship with the two Lay Buddhists."
"Good relationship?"
Zuo Changlu frowned and said, "Senior, please tell us your reason and give us your name."
"It's fate that brought us together. The so-called name is just a code. Why are you so obsessed with the false reputation?"
The white-robed Daoist smiled and said, "I heard you talking about the difference between the Golden Immortal Realm and the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm. I felt something in my heart and wanted to share it with you."
…
[It's going to be August 1st soon. There are many disagreements among the comrades who are dealing with the epidemic this year. They haven't decided whether to meet up or not …]
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