"Go ahead." Su Mu replied.
"Elder, how long have you been guarding this river?" Zhang Ruocheng asked in a different manner.
Su Mu pondered for a mont before saying, "It should be seven or eight years."
Because Nannan is almost eight years old, shortly after I crossed over from Blue Star to this river, I picked up Nannan. As old as Nannan is, is how long I’ve been guarding the river.
Upon hearing that Su Mu had lived for so many years on the River of Ti, Zhang Ruocheng gasped in astonishnt.
Using Immortal Emperor Cultivation as an example, a typical Immortal Emperor wouldn’t dare to stay on the River of Ti for more than three days. If an Immortal Emperor were more proficient in the Path of Ti, they could stay for about five days.
This is because the rules upon the River of Ti exert extrely strong suppression; the longer one stays, the stronger the suppression becos.
Take Zhang Ruocheng himself, he wouldn’t stay on the River of Ti for more than three months at a ti. He usually leaves for a while once he reaches three months.
....
Moreover, Elder Su, who has been living there for seven or eight years, is not restricted to just seven or eight years; he’s only spent these years keeping the River of Ti safe!
Thus a bold conjecture arises: Elder Su is not at all suppressed by the rules of the River of Ti. Hence, his mastery over the River of Ti is imnsely profound.
"Then, how long do you plan to keep guarding, Elder?" Zhang Ruocheng tentatively asked.
"Why do you ask?"
Su Mu frowned.
It’s not that I want to guard this river for a certain ti; my system task demands it. Only when I completely refine it can I leave, it’s not by choice.
This involves the secret of possessing the system, sothing Su Mu would never reveal, hence why he counter-questioned Zhang Ruocheng.
...
"No, no, it’s my fault for prying." Upon sensing Su Mu’s displeasure, Zhang Ruocheng quickly gestured apologetically.
These matters are generally taboo. When out and about, the biggest taboo is asking a woman’s age or a man’s secrets.
....
The two conversed on and off, and amidst the chat, Zhang Ruocheng recalled sothing and asked Su Mu, "Do you play chess, fellow Daoist?"
"A little."
"However, I’m a bit busy right now and may not have the ti to play with you."
Su Mu just wanted to take Little Sheep Ah Fei ho. If it wasn’t for Little Sheep sneaking into soone else’s house to steal, he wouldn’t be wasting ti here.
"I won’t take up too much of your ti, I just have a small issue and would like to clear it up with your help." Zhang Ruocheng said with a smile.
"Alright then."
With that, Zhang Ruocheng took out eight compasses from his sleeve.
The compasses were roughly palm-sized, with tiny floating lights inside, resembling a chessboard.
"Is this an endga?" Su Mu imdiately recognized the profoundness within.
While not conventional endgas, the essence was the sa; the compasses acted as the board with the floating lights inside serving as the pieces. Unlike the two-dinsional Go, this was three-dinsional.
However, what surprised Su Mu was that each tiny light in these compasses held incredibly strong energy, and if it wasn’t just his imagination, could it also harbor "Space Rules"?
This was soone else’s Magical Treasure, so Su Mu refrained from asking too much.
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Su Mu extended his Divine Sense and locked onto these eight compasses, beginning to analyze the situation ticulously.
These eight endgas were essentially all deadlocks.
Using a chess endga analogy, a solvable endga is a living ga, but an unsolvable one is a deadlock.
All the endgas in these eight compasses were deadlocks, entirely unsolvable.
However, it also sparked a desire for challenge in Su Mu.
In the next instant, his mind concentrated intensely, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Eight different images appeared in his mind, each representing a chessboard. Regardless of how he deduced, the final result invariably led to a "dead end."
Unconsciously, as he continued deducing, Su Mu entered a profound, ethereal state.
Suddenly, eight white lines erged in his mind, representing eight different paths, with the endpoint being "complete."
He abruptly opened his eyes, waving his hand and simultaneously manipulating the lights within the compasses.
In an instant, the compasses emitted a misty glow.
Upon witnessing this, Zhang Ruocheng widened his eyes. Elder Su was manipulating all the compasses simultaneously?!
Moreover, every step of his deduction was flawless, perfect, thods Zhang Ruocheng had never deduced before.
Within a few short breaths.
The "deadlocks" in the eight compasses were all solved!
Once the "deadlocks" were solved, the dull compasses began to shine, exuding a faint golden light around them.
Zhang Ruocheng felt parched, instinctively swallowed, his heart long unsettled.
The "chess problems" that plagued him for so many years, Elder Su solved them in just a few breaths?
This wasn’t simply about using "violence" to break the deadlock, it was a perfect resolution!
From this alone, it was clear that Elder Su’s level of thinking, understanding, and Divine Sense was entirely a dinsion above his own.
...
These eight compasses were not ordinary Magical Artifacts, and the "deadlocks" within were not regular chess gas.
Each compass represented a star system universe, each tiny light within represented a world.
Zhang Ruocheng managed a total of eighteen star systems of varying sizes, countless worlds.
Among them, eight star systems had fallen into "deadlock," due to his neglect, endless evolution, resulting in so worlds within star systems beginning to split, Dao Lineages starting to diverge, essentially beyond his control.
The only way was to personally take action and use absolute "violence" to completely suppress those splitting worlds, diverging Dao Lineages, and beliefs.
But doing so would lead to the destruction of thousands of worlds in those star systems; even if control was regained, it would be aningless.
Thus, throughout the years, Zhang Ruocheng had been searching for the most "peaceful" resolution, yet to no avail.
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To explain more simply, one star system was like an ant nest buried in the soil.
One day, due to neglect coupled with many years passing, the ant nest in the soil began to split into countless smaller ant nests, also giving birth to different types of ants. These different types looked exactly alike, indistinguishable.
To regain control of this ant nest, you could only pour lava into it, killing all the ants, constructing a new ant nest from scratch. But doing so would an starting over again.
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"Fellow Daoist, wait for a mont!"
Zhang Ruocheng turned around and strode towards the pavilion behind him.
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