Yale's press conference was not limited to the realm of the gods, but swept through the multiverse like a storm, swiftly engulfing all realms.
In the eyes of the commoners of the divine realm, the underworld, and the demon realm, seeing these scenes sparked a hatred towards the human race, swiftly identifying the sole human na on the list of participants.
Ye An!
In an instant, emotions surged, with all dirty words and curses falling solely on him.
But he couldn't hear any of it.
That's the advantage of being a martial fanatic; he didn't know when he gained a good reputation, nor would he naturally know when he beca infamous.
He focused solely on cultivation, determined to win it all!
Yale's words ant one thing to the commoners, but to the high-level figures across the realms, it was a different story.
In the past, no one dared to openly point out the contradictions of the multiverse or escalate mutual hatred.
But now, Yale had spoken out. Surely many high-level figures from the divine realm stood behind him, not just ordinary ones, but top-tier ones!
It was either Wood Heaven One or the other supre deity.
Only figures of such caliber possessed the power to have a child speak at such a grand press conference and have the video sweep through the multiverse in just one day.
These people were telling the multiverse one thing—it's ti to pick a side!
Human race or divine race, choose one.
Daring to speak such words ant that the divine race must have had ample confidence.
Most likely, Ye An wouldn't live to leave the divine realm alive.
The divine realm would use Ye An as an example to deter others—not just that...
Alongside the Sword-Lighting Contest was the Abyssal Chess Match, where five human prodigies, the top-tier ones, were also participating.
The divine realm would ensure these individuals all perished on the battlefield; only then would the multiverse be convinced.
Outside the Abyssal Chess Match.
Ji Qing and Zhao Huai and others were learning the rules of the ga.
Inside this chessboard were a thousand squares. Once the ten participants on each side entered, they would be randomly placed into different squares.
Each square contained a powerful monster. Killing the monster claid the square for the killer's side.
Next, the killer could choose to move forward, left, right, or backward to hunt the next monster. Of course, they might encounter enemy participants along the way, deciding whether to go their separate ways or fight to the death, depending on individual performance.
Moreover...
When one enemy participant was completely surrounded by our squares, that person would be imdiately eliminated—dead!
The Abyssal Chess Match lasted for fifteen days, as the Sword-Lighting Contest's format was one match every three days, with a maximum of five matches. It would end after fifteen days.
After it ended, regardless of the states of war or peace, they would be imdiately transported out of the formation.
It seed that if both sides gave up attacking and remained still, the battle would end after fifteen days.
However, in the center of the chessboard was a King piece. The person holding the King piece could choose to leave or target and kill anyone who had interacted with the chessboard.
Once the chessboard started, Ye An and his opponent would receive a map of the chessboard.
They would clearly see everything happening inside the chessboard.
As participants, Ji Qing and the others did not know if they had been surrounded by enemy black pieces.
Only Ye An knew.
Every ti he won a battle, he could turn a black piece into a white one.
Likewise, his opponent could turn a white piece into a black one with each victory.
If the enemy obtained the King piece, they could kill Ye An, who held the map.
Morning.
Ye An was in a quiet hotel, holding a black and white drawing in front of him.
This strange map appeared suddenly, much like Lin Ying's introduction yesterday.
"Just step onto the battlefield, and you will receive a map."
Ye An wanted to know who had given it to him.
No one.
The map appeared on its own. That was its innate holiness.
The battle had just begun, and Ye An poured his spiritual power into it, clearly seeing the positions of our five people and the enemy. They were fighting monsters in front of them, contesting points.
The monsters were all in the Sixth Realm, very powerful and not easy to kill, so it seed that there wouldn't be much action for a while.
Thinking of this.
The alarm clock rang.
Nine o'clock in the morning, prepare to leave, and you must arrive at the battlefield by half-past nine to et your first opponent.
He had sharp eyes, determined to win.
He couldn't lose a single ga. Once he lost, soone would definitely die!
Now, his opponent also held this map.
If he lost, his map would disappear, but his opponent's map would still be there.
The divine race could easily manipulate things slightly and let the opponent win five gas in a row, giving them five chances to turn white pieces into black ones.
Surrounding a person only required four squares!
Ye An sat in the car, glanced at the star platform, and bowed his head.
Ji Qing's last ssage before leaving was: "See you at ho in fifteen days."
He took a deep breath and began to ditate.
But he couldn't calm down.
The divine race distorted history, sared the human race, and even accused them of being aggressors.
He used to be a striker and had lived in the war zone for a long ti.
The human race had never actively approached the demon race border. Those ferocious monsters even scared him when he first entered the battlefield.
Even now, he still rembered that scene.
What a fierce and brutal race, now turning around to accuse us.
The divine race also wanted to help them.
The underworld was just as bad.
The monster race and the ancient Asura realm were afraid that our prospects would not be good and dared not make a bet, choosing to sit on the sidelines.
This year.
Facing the multiverse, the human race had no allies by their side, only family mbers waiting to eat together at ho.
Suddenly, Ye An opened his eyes, staring straight ahead, his gaze sharpening.
Because he thought of his father.
Had he also promised to go ho with his mother on the night of sacrifice?
At this mont, on the human race border, how many people were waiting to go ho for dinner after dark?
Here, separated from the human world by countless galaxies.
Those people were accused of being fierce and brutal aggressors.
And those who prevented us from going ho to reunite were revered as gods.
Ye An muttered to himself, "Alright, let's play like this."
We've arrived!
He opened the car door and walked down, facing the endless divine realm people, their teeth bared, pointing nacingly and shouting loudly at him.
"Invader!"
"Sha of the multiverse!"
"Scum!"
"Beast!"
"Humans are just beasts!!"
The sound surged like a tsunami, even stirring up a hurricane that blew at Ye An's clothes.
He walked against the wind, head down, striding through the pitch-black player's tunnel until daylight.
At this mont.
In the spectator stands, nurous powerful divine beings had sowhat unpleasant expressions on their faces.
Because Ye An was too calm. There was no hint of hesitation or confusion on his face, just his usual steadfastness. Even amidst the countless condemnations from the multiverse, his steps did not falter in the slightest.
On the main stage, Yale's figure suddenly appeared, angrily shouting into the microphone, "As a representative of the human race in this war, don't you feel ashad after learning these truths!?"
At this mont, the arena suddenly fell silent, everyone staring fixedly at Ye An as if he were a judge waiting for this sinner's repentance.
At this mont, the sinner looked up.
He looked up at the sky, his lips moved slightly, and he softly said, "Fuck your mother."
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