Kunlun Divine Realm.
The Divine Tree towers to the sky.
Under its shade, there is a stone table with a chessboard set up, and two youths in green robes, identical in appearance, are sitting face to face playing a game.
The chessboard's situation shifts, as if thousands of troops are battling fiercely, with the movements of the pieces bringing endless tempests of blood and gore, truly mystical in nature.
As the last piece falls, the black side collapses entirely, resulting in a major victory for the white side, and one of the youths in green robes suddenly dissipates.
Immediately after.
The remaining youth in green robes waves his hand, causing the chessboard to vanish as well.
"Thirty years have passed!"
Gu Qingyang gazes at the unchanged Kunlun Divine Realm, his expression slightly emotional.
Once upon a time, his sense of time had become increasingly vague.
Thirty years felt like a mere flick of the fingers to Gu Qingyang, leaving no unnecessary impressions.
