With the old Daoist’s move, the entire advantage of the ga shifted to his side.
This divine move directly dismantled all of Su Mu’s defenses, and the old Daoist’s chances of winning were now infinitely close to one hundred percent.
The old Daoist had simulated countless possibilities but couldn’t deduce a way to resolve this predicant.
So, in the old Daoist’s eyes, it was already a dead end, and he had already won.
However, since the opponent did not concede, the old Daoist couldn’t urge him, so he waited quietly...
Su Mu stared at the deadlock before him and started deducing, fully opening his Divine Sense. In this state, Su Mu could hear every whisper of the River of Ti, and everything beca as clear as unravelling a silk cocoon in his mind...
Under the aura emanating from Su Mu, the water at his feet automatically ford into water screens, changing and gathering around him as if forming a throne of water, with Su Mu sitting as the king on the water throne!
Witnessing this scene, the old Daoist’s pupils shrank abruptly, and he took a deep breath.
All surrounding sounds disappeared; in Su Mu’s vision, only the chess ga before him remained.
The next second.
The water chess ga turned three-dinsional in Su Mu’s eyes, changing from a flat two-dinsional to a three-dinsional form. Every move, every influenced place, every possibility was crystal clear.
Finally, Su Mu’s eyes lit up, deducing hundreds of ways to breakthrough the stalemate.
Yes, not just one, but hundreds!
Su Mu casually chose one thod of breaking the stalemate, and with his move, the ga beca instantly alive!
Upon seeing Su Mu make this move, the old Daoist stared at the ga, stunned, unable to co back to his senses for a long ti.
He had laid out this ga for countless years, deducing countless ways, yet found no way to break the stalemate, while the opponent, in just a few breaths, found the perfect thod.
This very move made the old Daoist realize the disparity. This ga did not need to continue; the gap was evident, and continuing would only lead to his defeat.
The old Daoist took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "I concede."
Hearing this, Su Mu was sowhat surprised and said, "But it’s not over yet, you still have a chance."
Following his words, the old Daoist shook his head, "No need, there’s no chance, I’ve already lost."
...
After a long while, the old Daoist lifted his head, looked at Su Mu, struggled for a mont, and then asked, "Sir, how did you deduce this thod to break the stalemate?"
Su Mu also explained, "It’s not that difficult."
....
Then, Su Mu not only explained that one thod but also demonstrated over a hundred ways to break the stalemate to the old Daoist.
After the old Daoist finished watching, he was again stunned on the spot.
Su Mu’s actions refreshed the old Daoist’s understanding; hence, he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
After deducing for so many years and failing to find even one, the opponent, in just a few breaths, not only found one but over a hundred.
That’s the disparity.
The old Daoist deeply realized a truth: "When you stand high enough, you see many things."
He himself couldn’t deduce even one because his standing height wasn’t high enough, leading to a dinsional reduction strike.
While the opponent stood atop the River of Ti, in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, who stands taller?
From the beginning, he was destined to fail.....
....
At this mont, the old Daoist took out a lump of mud from his sleeve, a black-gold incense burner, and three sticks of incense, and handed them to Su Mu.
After receiving them, Su Mu carefully examined and found an extrely peculiar energy contained within the lump of mud, an energy Su Mu had never seen before.
The incense burner and the three green incense sticks were also not simple, all containing the sa energy.
"This soil has many grand and sacred nas."
"But I prefer to call it...’rit Soil,’ more down-to-earth."
"Sir, you just need to sculpt the mud to resemble yourself, light the incense and insert it into the incense burner, and offer the sculpture. It will have miraculous effects, you’ll know when you try."
The old Daoist explained to Su Mu.
Although Su Mu didn’t know what it was or what purpose it served, one thing was certain, at least it was beneficial to him.
Since it didn’t delay him, he accepted the gift.
...
"Sir, I won’t disturb you anymore, farewell..."
The old Daoist’s voice was very low, drained of energy.
Seeing this, Su Mu called out to him, "Wait."
The old Daoist turned, asking, "Is sir not satisfied with this gift?"
...
"Not at all, the gift is fine."
"Go ahead, tell what help you need from , let’s hear it."
Upon hearing this, the old Daoist’s eyes lit up, and he took out a strangely shaped, palm-sized black stone from his sleeve: "I’d like to ask your help in...."
"In the future, a large black turtle will cross the river."
"If sir sees it, please throw this stone onto the back of that turtle and let it carry it away."
"If you don’t see it, just treat this stone as rubbish and throw it away. If sir values it, it’s fine to keep it."
Hearing this, Su Mu was also taken aback.
So simple?
"Sure, a trivial matter."
He thought it was a big favor; had he said earlier, offered a little reward, he would have helped. Why go to such lengths to play a ga with him?
Seeing Su Mu agree so readily, the old Daoist was sowhat flattered.
"But, I just lost."
"For , it’s just a small effort." Su Mu replied with a smile.
....
Hearing this, the old Daoist was astonished, his hands holding his duster, bowed deeply towards Su Mu, performing a solemn Daoist salute.
"Thank you."
.....
"By the way, what was your na again?" Su Mu thought of sothing and asked the old Daoist.
"Jiang Qing," the old Daoist replied.
.....
"Was that your original na? Doesn’t seem like it."
Su Mu didn’t rember what happened after getting drunk last ti, but upon hearing the na, he recalled a bit.
"Last ti, it was Jiang Yuan; this ti, it’s Jiang Qing."
The old Daoist replied with a smile.
Because last ti was the first life; this ti, it’s the second life, hence the na is different.
"So next ti....what do you plan to call yourself?" Su Mu jokingly teased.
.....
"Next ti....."
"I haven’t thought of it yet."
The old Daoist’s face showed a look of reminiscence because he still didn’t know if he could successfully overco the calamity in this life.
"By the way, was that old Cyan Ox originally your Spirit Pet?"
Su Mu rembered sothing, pointing to the old Cyan Ox on the shore and asking.
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