Yun Lintian exhaled, and the golden light solidified into intricate patterns across his skin—like living constellations. When he opened his eyes, they burned with twin suns.
"Now," he said, cracking his neck, "let's play."
Clink.
He snapped his fingers—
And the broken chessboard reassembled itself mid-air, its pieces realigning into a new formation.
Yang Chen and Xing Wu suddenly found themselves standing on opposite sides of the floating board, their movements restricted as if bound by invisible chains.
Ping Heng's breath caught. "He's... he's using the realm itself as a chessboard."
Hei Xuan grinned wildly. "That's my damn son-in-law!"
Yun Lintian raised one hand toward Yang Chen. "Sun God." Then the other toward Xing Wu. "Star God." His smile turned razor-sharp. "Checkmate in three moves."
The game had changed.
And for the first time in eternity—
Two Primordial Gods looked upon a mortal...
And felt fear.
