Chapter 32 Nuwa drew a picture, and the guide retreated.

Over the Three Immortals Island, time and space seemed to freeze.

The Divine Thoughts of all the mighty beings spying on this place were trembling.

Taishang Laozi, the Great Master Senior Brother of Xuanmen, actually performed his ultimate, supreme Divine Ability—One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones—for the sake of a bet between juniors!

Three Saints!

One blocked the path of Yuanshi and Zhunti in the Chaos.

One sat in the East Sea, his aura distant and long-lasting, as if he had become an eternal Dao marker of this place.

The last one looked at Gu Ziyuan with interest, those eyes piercing through the ages.

It seemed as if he were examining a most perfect work of art.

The entire Primordial World went completely silent.

Madness!

Everyone felt that the world had gone completely mad!

Guangchengzi and the others were even more deathly pale, the last glimmer of hope in their hearts utterly crushed by these three towering figures.

With the Taishang Saint's posture, how was this a mediation?

He was clearly taking the field himself, acting as the strongest backing for Gu Ziyuan's words, "the move is made without regret"!

However, just as everyone thought the dust had settled and the Chan Sect was about to face an unprecedented humiliation...

A sudden change occurred!

Far to the west, at the summit of Spirit Mountain on Mount Sumeru.

Saint Jieyin, who had been closing his eyes with a sorrowful expression as if weeping for all living beings, slowly opened his eyes.

There was no anger, no ripples, only that thick sorrow deep within his eyes intensified.

In the next moment, he raised his palm.

A palm print silently flew out from his hand.

It had no radiant Buddha light, no Sanskrit chanting, not even a trace of mana fluctuation.

It was pure "Extinction," the ultimate concept of all things returning to the void, a terrifying Dao that erased all Karma.

This palm print ignored time and space, ignored the Saints confronting each other in the Chaos.

It ignored Laozi's Incarnation in the East Sea, and even ignored the Mountains and Rivers Society Chessboard in front of Gu Ziyuan.

It bypassed everyone's perception like a phantom from the past, appearing directly before Gu Ziyuan's Primordial Spirit and pressing down gently!

This was the true killing move!

From the beginning, Saint Jieyin never intended to save the Twelve Golden Immortals.

He calculated that Yuanshi would make a scene, calculated that Tongtian would be held back, and even calculated that Laozi would step in to mediate.

What he was waiting for was this exact moment, when everyone's attention was focused on the "bet" and their minds were most relaxed!

Erase Gu Ziyuan!

This variable of the Jie Sect, this future player, must die!

[Warning! Warning! Lethal Karma-based attack detected!]

[Warning! The Chessboard's Foundation is being erased from its source by an unknown power!]

[The Great Dao Merit Golden Wheel (Prototype) is undergoing conceptual erosion... Defense failed!]

In Gu Ziyuan's Sea of Consciousness, the System had never issued such a piercing blood-red warning.

The indestructible Great Dao Merit Golden Wheel was as fragile as thin paper before this palm; its light flashed wildly, but it could not nudge that "Extinction" in the slightest.

A chilling sensation of being completely erased, from his Soul to his very existence, instantly enveloped him.

In the Chaos, Laozi's Incarnation, who was confronting Yuanshi and Zhunti, suddenly looked back, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, which eventually turned into a sigh.

It was too late.

Jieyin's move was no longer a duel of techniques, but a dimensional strike directly at the level of the "Dao."

It was over!

Daoist Duobao, the Three Xiaos, and the others didn't even realize what was happening, but an inexplicable palpitation made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

At the very instant that the Extinction palm print was about to touch Gu Ziyuan's Primordial Spirit...

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Nüwa Palace.

Saint Nüwa, who was boredly teasing a Spirit Pearl, knit her elegant brows slightly without any warning.

"Hmph."

A cold snort, carrying obvious dissatisfaction, echoed within the quiet palace.

"With the status of a Saint, to perform such rat-like deeds, the face of the Western Sect is truly thicker than a chaotic rock."

Before her voice finished, her slender hand rose casually and made a light stroke against the Void Realm in front of her.

It was as if a mortal woman were adding the finishing touch to a painting.

No Laws manifested, no Dao Rhymes flowed.

Only a formless and substanceless brushstroke, containing the supreme essence of creation, instantly sliced through time and space.

Striking later but arriving first!

In front of Gu Ziyuan, just a moment before the Extinction palm print fell, this brushstroke precisely swept past.

Chiss—

There was no earth-shaking collision.

That Extinction palm print, capable of completely erasing a Grand Unity Golden Immortal from the level of existence...

...melted away like snow under the sun, or like a phantom that had never existed, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

Atop Mount Sumeru.

Saint Jieyin suddenly let out a muffled groan, and for the first time, a look of shock and doubt appeared on his eternally sorrowful face.

He abruptly looked up, gazing in the direction of Wahuang Heaven.

How is this possible?!

Why would Nüwa intervene? When did I offend this Human Race Mother who rarely leaves her home?

Before he could figure it out...

...a cold, noble voice without a hint of emotion resounded throughout the Primordial World, clearly reaching the ears of every mighty being.

"This boy has a great Karma with my Human Race."

"Jieyin, your hand has reached too far."

Boom!

In the Chaos, Yuanshi Tianzun and Saint Zhunti's expressions changed drastically.

Over the East Sea, Guangchengzi and the others felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

The Human Race?!

Gu Ziyuan actually had a connection with the Human Race? And it was a great Karma that would make Saint Nüwa personally intervene to protect him!

Having failed the sneak attack and being exposed and warned by Nüwa in front of the entire Primordial World, Jieyin's old face instantly turned a deep purple.

Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn't even dare to say a single polite word. He bowed remotely toward Wahuang Heaven and his figure instantly vanished from Mount Sumeru.

Seeing the situation was lost, Yuanshi Tianzun knew staying would only be more humiliating. He gave a venomous look toward Sect Leader Tongtian deep in the Chaos.

With a cold snort, he swept up the Primordial Spirits of the Twelve Golden Immortals and retreated to Kunlun Mountain in a pathetic state.

"Dao Brother, farewell."

Zhunti was even more straightforward; he bowed to Laozi's Incarnation and slipped away faster than anyone.

In an instant, the clouds dispersed.

Chaos returned to tranquility, leaving only Taishang Laozi's two Incarnations over the Three Immortals Island and that formless protection from the Nüwa Palace.

All pressure was swept away.

On the Three Immortals Island, there was a dead silence.

Daoist Duobao and the others were panting heavily, their backs already drenched in cold sweat.

Only now did they realize in hindsight what kind of brush with death Junior Brother Gu had just experienced.

Laozi's Incarnation, riding the Green Ox, took a deep look at Gu Ziyuan.

He glanced toward the Nüwa Palace again, a flash of realization in his eyes, and finally, without saying more, his figure slowly faded away.

Now, there was no one left to stop them.

Gu Ziyuan's gaze calmly fell back onto the twelve pathetic figures of Guangchengzi and the others.

"The bet continues."

These four plain words were now as heavy as Mount Tai, making it hard for the Twelve Golden Immortals to breathe.

The color completely drained from Guangchengzi's face, leaving only endless humiliation and desolation.

He knew that after today, the Chan Sect's reputation would be completely lost in the Primordial World.

Under the invisible gaze of the two Saints (Laozi and Nüwa), he turned around with difficulty.

Leading his eleven Junior Brothers behind him, he faced toward the distant Jinao Island.

Thud!

The head Disciple of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun's most favored Disciple, Guangchengzi—who had been proud for countless kalpas—fell heavily to his knees!

Thud! Thud! Thud...

Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Master Yuding...

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, not one more, not one less, all knelt down!

They lowered their once incomparably proud heads and began the ritual of three prostrations and nine kowtows toward the nest of the "beings with fur and horns" they looked down upon most.

Finally, Guangchengzi used all his strength to squeeze out the words from between his teeth that would shame him for eternity.

"My Chan Sect... is inferior in skill..."

"The Jie Sect's heritage... is the... Orthodox Xuanmen!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in the hearts of every mighty being in the Primordial World like bolts of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

On this day, the Primordial World was shaken.

The Saints' game ended in a total victory for the Jie Sect!

Gu Ziyuan's name completely surpassed Daoist Duobao and all the Saints' personal Disciples.

The title of "chess dao killing god" was firmly established, and some even secretly gave him a title that made countless people tremble—

The First Person Under the Saints!

On the Siguo Cliff of Jinao Island, the light of that Outer Sect Disciple who had been silently playing chess for a hundred years outshone the sun in the sky; his fame was unparalleled!

However, no one knew.

The victory of this shocking bet was merely the beginning of another, even grander chessboard.

A new storm was already quietly brewing in a corner where no one was watching.