Bright Chess and Ghost Arts (1)

Under the Chaotic Spiritual Sky, the sky was blocked and the mountains no longer resembled mountains.

All kinds of monsters and strange things evolved in the air. The world inside the ancient bronze door no longer had any directions, be it north, south, west and east. Within it, all hell broke loose.

Dao Qiongcang strode through the dark sky; sometimes he stood upright, at times he leaned sideways...

His body swayed with the gravity, but he always stood ramrod straight.

Vague sounds came out from his mouth or flew in from all directions. When the people heard these sounds, they combined into words that could be easily understood.

"True despair isn't death after being unable to resist, nor is it death after one encountered danger."

"It's the wait and the loneliness. It's being awake and in pain. It's living a life worse than death and dying with hatred."