NOVPUB648: The Three Dragons Spitting Pearls
648: The Three Dragons Spitting Pearls
As each piece landed on the chessboard, the currents in the Six Realms changed accordingly.
The pieces Cangming had been quietly preparing for years also began to move in secret.
In Chengtian World, Cloudy Sky City, a clone of Evergreen Pine appeared above a statue.
As he released just a sliver of his aura, the previously bustling Cloudy Sky City fell into sudden silence.
Every Divine Realm cultivator gazed at Evergreen Pine with horror.
“An unfathomable aura!”
“Who could this powerful presence be?
Could it be the master of Lanyan Royal School?” Some speculated, but soon dismissed the idea.
Most in the crowd were familiar with Lanyan Royal School and knew of Gu Lan’s appearance, confirming this was not Gu Lan.
As everyone was in shock and confusion, Zhan Tu, the new Holy Son of the Beast Clan, showed a look of joy.
He had already received instructions from his clan and recognized this mysterious figure before him.
Zhan Tu swiftly rushed to Evergreen Pine, bowing respectfully:
“Younger Zhan Tu greets Senior Bulao!”
Like the Immortal Tree, Evergreen Pine also bore the title of “Bulao” when traveling abroad.
This time, he was accompanied by two other Ancient God Clan powerhouses, named Busheng and Bumie—respectively, the Unarisen Leaf and Undead Vine, powerful ancient innate beings from the remote past.
Busi, Bulao, Busheng, and Bumie—each was a top-tier powerhouse of the Ancient God Clan.
Although Evergreen Pine had only sent a clone, it was enough to suppress all of Cloudy Sky City.
However, he had not come merely to demonstrate his power but to carry out Cangming’s mission.
“Since you know who I am, gather your people and prepare to attack Bright Sacred Mountain.
The Young Lord needs to claim the portion of Destiny originally belonging to the Bright Clan.”
Hearing these words, Zhan Tu’s eyes immediately lit up.
He had come to Chengtian World for this very day.
His appointment as the Beast Clan’s new Holy Son had been due to the support he and his faction had received from the Ancient God Clan.
And it wasn’t just the Beast Clan—the Ghost Clan and other powerful factions had also aligned themselves similarly.
Having witnessed the formidable power of the Ancient God Clan, Zhan Tu didn’t believe a mere Lanyan Royal School could stop them.
Not even the once-mighty Bright Clan could stand against the Ancient God Clan, let alone a school drawing from the forces across the Six Realms.
“Friends, the time has come!”
“Today, we shall seize the Bright Clan Sacred Mountain that Lanyan Royal School occupies!” Zhan Tu shouted, his voice echoing throughout Cloudy Sky City.
In a quiet teahouse, Xiao Yan looked up, his cold gaze in the direction of the voice.
He raised his cup and drank deeply, showing little reaction.
“As expected, just as the dean predicted, these people couldn’t hold back any longer!”
“If that’s the case, the preparations by Lanyan Royal School will finally come into play.” Xiao Yan set down his cup, a look of confidence in his eyes.
Gu Lan had anticipated everything and prepared countermeasures before his retreat, passing on instructions to Xiao Yan on how to respond.
Knowing oneself and one’s enemy is key to winning a hundred battles.
If Lanyan Royal School couldn’t defend the Bright Clan Sacred Mountain even with this forewarning, it wouldn’t deserve to occupy it at all.
Under Zhan Tu’s command, the Anti-Heaven League in Cloudy Sky City began to mobilize, with many Divine Realm powerhouses eager to curry favor with the Ancient God Clan.
Led by Evergreen Pine’s clone and Zhan Tu, the vast team of cultivators began their march toward the Bright Clan Sacred Mountain.
Watching this from the rear, Xiao Yan couldn’t help but smirk.
“These fools are actually moving out in the open?
Are they serious?”
“I rushed to send the message, only to overestimate their tactical awareness.”
He shook his head, no longer interested in observing them, and summoned a flying artifact to head toward Bright Clan Sacred Mountain from a different direction.
The commotion in Chengtian World went unnoticed by the rest of the Immortal Realm.
Meanwhile, in other realms, clones of Ancient God Clan powerhouses also descended, mobilizing their forces to seize the Destiny of other clans in the Six Realms.
However, none of the Six Realms’ factions were aware of this; their attention was solely on the chess game unfolding in the sky.
“The Ancient God Clan’s Young Lord has set up three grand dragons; he’s almost formed an unstoppable position.
The master of Lanyan Royal School is about to lose!”
“What’s wrong with Gu Lan?
Isn’t he a reincarnation of the ancient Confucian Saint, reputed to be a chess prodigy?
Even the Feng Yang Emperor, who’s known in the Immortal Realm for his love of chess, has lost to him multiple times.
How could he falter so badly today?”
“Stop it!
Feng Yang Emperor is just a lousy chess player; his skills are overrated.
Many people lose to him out of respect.
If Gu Lan’s only been able to beat him, then his chess skills can’t be that high.
This game is practically lost!”
The experts adept at chess murmured among themselves, dismissing Gu Lan’s chances.
Losing a game on the Six Realms chessboard came with a steep price—the loss of Destiny.
In the Divine Realm, a cultivator’s power was deeply intertwined with Destiny.
If stripped of it, they would be plagued by bad luck, likely triggering the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.
In that state, Gu Lan might not even need to face the Ancient God Clan himself; he would be destroyed by his own fate.
Conversely, if Gu Lan won the match, he would take control of the Six Realms chessboard, stripping Cangming of Destiny.
This game was not just a match; it was a high-stakes gamble.
No one expected Gu Lan to accept so readily, and few believed he could turn the tide.
Even Cangming shared this sentiment.
“Gu Lan, you’ve lost!”
“You shouldn’t have underestimated me.
You set your first piece at center.
Now, my three dragons have formed a ‘three dragons spitting pearls’ formation.
The Dragon Pearl is your center piece.
Once it’s devoured, do you think your black stones have any chance left?”
Cangming spoke with cold confidence.
Chess, at its highest level, was a test of calculating skill, and as an ancient primal being, the Seven-Colored Flower, he possessed an intelligence beyond human comprehension.
Having studied chess for so long, his skill in calculation was unmatched. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
Gu Lan’s first move at center had, in Cangming’s view, cost him all his advantage.
Winning now was impossible.
In response to Cangming’s confidence, Gu Lan simply replied with two words:
“Is that so?”
As he spoke, his black stone landed on the board, instantly altering the position of all his black pieces.
The previously scattered black stones sprang to life.
