Legend has it that there is a game of chess under Xiaoqingshan, and there is a living soul that can't get out of the chess game.

But where Xiao Qingshan is, who arranged the chess game, and where the soul comes from, few people can say seven or eight points.

The sky is endless, the broken spaces overlap, and in a little-known chaotic world, a creation coveted by the mighty is unfolding: it is a chaotic egg.

The space slowly extended, time slowly pushed away, and the clouds swept the sky like waves, and an eye suddenly grew out of the black clouds between the rising and retreating. The eyes were closed, and they hung alone in the air, surrounded by black clouds and mist, and purple-blue thunder crawled all around the eyelids, and it was so there, up and down, silently staring at the totem pole that stood on the ground.

The totem pole was originally a huge white pillar, but as time passed, it seemed to crawl on the surface of loaches, peeling off the excess surface layer and forming indescribable runes. When these runes first appeared, bursts of black gas, the starfire burned little by little in the concave surface, slowly glowing in the black sky, and then the golden light flourished, bursting out of a blazing energy, and after the turmoil subsided, a blue-white halo was born in the circular space above the totem.

The halo was white and translucent, and it seemed to be pregnant with a child, four or five years old, who was slowly growing up.

When the child grew up, the whole space changed dramatically, with plants, mountains, flowing water, swamps, ......

After all things grew, Xiao Qingshan's momentum slowly thickened, like a domineering rock giant after awakening, raised his head, opened his eyes, and issued a threatening aura at the eyeballs in the sky, and bursts of silent roars rippled. After feeling the warning, the eyes opened unwillingly, weighed for a while, and then slowly closed, far away.

Xiao Qingshan looked up, refreshed, the grass and trees around him began to grow wildly, pieces of frost and snow fell, lava covered the gray-black sky, the miserable sound rippled, the dragon soared, the yellow sand swept, lightning and thunder, the whole world was chaotic, and slowly clear.

I don't know how long it tose, the halo on the totem pole slowly thickened, and the scene inside could no longer be seen clearly from the outside, and the holy light shone on the earth, and life spread.

There was another long breath of breath, the salty and wet sea poured in from the west, the sound of the heartbeat echoed in the big world, an ear pricked up in the halo, and the child slowly straightened his spine and opened a pair of bright eyes that could speak.

He woke up.

The child hovered on the totem pole, stretched out his immature little hands, and his fleshy face looked unpleasant and very strange under a pair of cold eyes.

On the child's shoulder, as he recovered, there was also a yellowish halo stretching on his shoulder, jumping happily around his body, a pair of light wings delicately clear.

It's a hellish world, but it's alive inside.

I don't know how long it has been, the whole world has begun to stabilize, and the child has slowly grown up, sitting cross-legged on a totem pole, with black hair, a thin body, a slightly immature appearance, a blue-black robe, a resolute and cold face, and a solemn temperament.

Woke up.

The boy sat on the totem pole, his eyes confused, and the totem pole was crawling with vegetation, which was slowly bearing fruit and transforming into life. The young man in Tsing Yi watched silently, and the pale yellow sphere on his side fell to the palm of his hand, sleeping nostalgically.

The corners of Xing Yuan's mouth curled up in a gentle arc, and he lowered it to his shoulder, looked around, and slowly closed his eyes, waiting to be reborn.

Time passed slowly, the vines under the totem pole began to grow, and the boy on the totem pole also began to be confused, looking at the dark gray sky all day long, not knowing what he was thinking.

The rain kept falling, drenching the young man's blue-black robe, and the pale yellow halo was put into the robe by him and carefully cared for. The rain was accompanied by the sound of the wind, the boy raised his head, his hair was a little messy, but there was a commotion under the totem pole, he looked at those heartless people who could cry and laugh, his expression was indifferent, and there was no sadness or joy on his immature face, and he couldn't leave traces of fluctuations.

He was very chaotic, his mind was chaotic, and he was like a statue at the mouth of the rainy street, just sitting stupidly, letting the rain erode and wrap up, without the slightest sound.

The sun was shining with candlelight, lighting up the place little by little. Stretching out his hand, the young man waved his immature little hand to disperse the hazy light and mist in front of him, and slowly returned to his original sitting position, some lazy, some confused, and more helpless.

It's a world that's closed by the lid of a pot. Xing Yuan watched, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him.

Although the rules and regulations are incomplete, Xing Yuan is inexplicably familiar. The boy closed his eyes, and the air flow of the space slowly became hot, and the lava flowed on the ground, and the earth fire that seeped out was climbing on the lines of the street, and then rising along the halo on the lines, turning the rain in mid-air into tiny droplets, sticking to the walls, and finally converging on the street, trickling, washing the dirty ground of the Nether.

Looking at the sky, the numb heartless man raised his head, his eyes as deep as an abyss, stacked with invisible phantoms, alternating layer by layer.

They were like a lacquered pine nut, with a human face and short limbs, but there was a strange aura all over their bodies, like an elongated thread, and although they had no eyes, there was an illusion of being stared at in front of them. The young man in Tsing Yi looked at them condescendingly, and through his numb pupils he saw the faint flame beating in their left chest;

The bronze texture of the lone lamp is simple, the wick is round, and the fire is subtle.

The flame burned in their chests, and with each minute of the flame their faces grew older, and they were one step closer to death.

The boy watched, watched them kneel down and worship the totem reverently.

During the worship, they were solemn and solemn, so quiet that they could not hear the rain in their ears, and the sparse beating sound rippled in circles like ripples, echoing in Xingyuan's heart.

He watched with his eyes open, looking at the frozen space in front of him, his heartbeat seemed to be alive, sensing the fluctuations underneath, and responding timidly.

Xing Yuan raised his left hand and touched his heart, he felt its beating, subtle but forceful, with a resolute attitude, again and again, beating in the palm of his hand.

So fast......

The boy showed a simple smile, which was like a little spark, illuminating the dark sky around him a little, like a child.

Xing Yuan raised his head and leaned over to look at the Heartless Man at his feet, at this time the ritual of sacrifice had reached the second half, and they began to sacrifice tribute. However, their tribute was very special: the leader of the old pine nut knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand to respectfully take out the lone lamp on his chest, circled it in mid-air, and then circled the weeds next to the totem, until the wick shrunk before stopping, respectfully putting the wick back into his chest.

The heartless people behind followed the leader of the pine nuts to do the same action, and the heart of the young man who looked at their aging face suddenly rippled, and the corners of his eyes moistened.

What is this......

The young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to block the wind and frost, and the air flow on the totem was a little cold, with a cold breath.

The sky began to thicken, the totem began to tremble, the inscription on it was twisted and meandered like a long snake, and the light of the lone lamp below began to converge, leading to the land in all directions along the altar below the totem, and it was vaguely discernible that it was a large spiritual array along the spread of light.

The spirit array was simple and complex, exuding a dim halo in the dark sky. The rain fell slowly, and it began to become hot, and the heat steamed and dispersed the rain from the ground.

It is a sun that belongs to the earth, a sun that belongs to them. The mindless people hugged each other, the faint light of the fire swaying in the mist, and they soothed each other with the flesh and skin that had lost their skeletons, and they seemed to be close together. They worshiped reverently, whispering in their mouths, a pair of extremely clean palms collapsed from the light above, and the delicate and transparent palms had fine lines, like a work of art, with the luster of jade under the "sun".

The murmur slowly expanded, more solemn and solemn, they knelt at the feet of the totem and gathered the glimmer with their bodies, the spark in their chests began to sway, the light of the "sun" made it happy, and it was particularly comfortable when burning.

Slowly they fell asleep, no longer frightened by the light, and the fire in their chests beat slightly, indicating peace and peace.

Xing Yuan smiled, smiling and laughing, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he was like a child, kneeling on the totem pole and stretching out his hand to touch the light of the "sun", his eyes flashed with curiosity and innocence, his immature face looked even more childish at this time, and his blue-black robe was also worn off the edges and corners, looking much gentler.

The young man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and fell asleep mindlessly.

In the dream, he opened his eyes and sat upright on the totem pole as he had just done before, the young man's hot blood rushing through his veins, leaving a series of potholed scars. Xing Yuan lowered his head and looked at the spark that was slowly beating in his chest: it was also beating, the fire was slowly strong, and the wick grew in the flames, pure white and bright.

The cold wind wandered, blowing the boy's long and supple hair scattered in the air, and the firelight trembled slightly under the interference, and began to shrink between swaying.

The young man in Tsing Yi protected the light with his hands, and the spark was like a wounded shoot, curled up around the wick, shivering.

The wind was strong, and the surrounding scenery was slightly distorted in the young man's eyes, and he couldn't see it clearly. There was no mourning here, raindrops dancing in the mist, swaying bodies swirling around the firelight.

It's a whirlpool, and inside the whirlpool is a pair of eyes.

The eyes were like a crescent moon, shaking the direction of the wind around them, looking at the totem in the waves.

The totem pole was heavy, smashed into the soil three inches, surrounded by indifferent firelight, the blue sky eye hesitated for a few moments, looked at the criss-crossing eyes on the totem pole that seemed to open and close, and silently took four steps back.

The chessboard began to shake, and the rain poured into the whirlpool in the air, and with a siphon the sky slowly calmed down, but the moisture became a little heavier for no reason.

Xing Yuan woke up, the light was a little stronger, the rain gathered around was thick and muddy under the guidance of the light, the thick moisture passed around the firelight, a gust of wind followed by a burst of mist, and the huge palm shrouded the totem pole in it when it was closed.

The totem pole resisted, and the sound of the golden iron horse echoed in the lamp on the young man's chest, and with the transformation of the light, the wind and waves began to condense, and when it swept, the sky broke open for no reason, revealing a gloomy face, hidden in the clouds.

The man's face was huge, towering over the earth, forming a violent oppression below.

When the pressure dropped, the young man raised a pair of immature palms, the white palms were wrapped in golden light, and the lines and ravines on the palms were highlighted, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the appearance of Xiaoqingshan!

Feeling Xing Yuan's understated palm, his face frowned slightly, looking at the chessboard below with staggered chess pieces, his eyes burned with a desire for utilitarianism, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a traceless light smoke.

As the face dispersed, Xing Yuan felt a damp flame, he slowly raised his head, his golden pupils were full of majesty, and there was also a trace of anger! Xing Yuan got up, his figure appeared in mid-air, and a divine punishment was sent down against the flame!

The power of divine faith converged on the young man's palm, and a hazy halo burst out from his chest, forming a thin web. The great net was woven of gold wire, and the fine and dense mesh shrouded the sky!

The two divine powers intertwined and exploded in the air, and then were gently erased.

The clouds were torn apart, and the ban that had been accumulated on the top of Xiao Qingshan's head for months was directly shattered by this palm!

Xing Yuan stood in the air, his illusory figure staring slowly, the lamp on his chest was full of fire, and as the light spread, the heartless man curled up at the foot of the totem pole began to wake up.

The long chanting echoed between heaven and earth, and a pangolin floated out of the boy's side.

It was pale yellow, pure white from belly to face, and its pink tongue was shaking wildly in the air. Looking at the short limbs, the expression of the torture abyss remained unchanged, and the Nether returned to the totem pole, sitting in the cramped space, looking at the eternally dark and gray sky not far away.

It's a relic that is the god of these mindless people.

And where he stands, it is a game of chess!

A game, a wet chess game!