Light Fortress-Chapter 1427 - 185: Godslayer_3

"No matter what the process is in between..."

The Red Dragon spoke again.

As the top Divine Envoy of the Source Tower, he was speaking blasphemous words that could warrant the execution of nine generations of his kin!

His voice was steady and unwavering, more decisive than even the thunderclaps in the dome.

"The final goal, sir, is to kill the ’Sky Divine Throne’!"

...

...

Boom!

A muffled thunder resounded above everyone’s heads in the Upper City.

The monsoon from the Ice Sea had finally reached the inland of the Central Continent. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The Heavenly Curtain darkened, and the watchtower on the Rhein Coast lit the Source Material Lamp early, preparing to activate the Extraordinary Barrier to block the sea wind. Yet, the command from the Upper City was to let it pass, reasoning that the inland of the Central Continent had been clear for too long and needed a heavy rain for cleansing.

Indeed, the Central Continent had long enjoyed calm and sunny weather, very rarely experiencing extreme adverse conditions.

One reason is its advantageous geographical location.

Another reason...

Is the Divine Throne sitting at the highest point of the Central Continent, who can easily control the "weather."

The highest floor of the Source Tower, woven with a Dream of spiritual light by spirit fire, was covered with flowing clouds. Here, at the peak of the human world, every visitor was astounded by its beauty.

Every cloud here was real.

The Dream need not weave what already exists.

The Sky Divine Throne, Qinglong, draped in a loose silk robe, sat lazily on the throne. In front and behind him were countless chessboards. According to the people of the Upper City, those were games from the [Old Era]. By the fourth year after the emergence of the [Deep Sea], there were no longer chess players of the same level in the human world able to compete with it.

At that time, the Deep Sea Main System had only undergone two major iterations.

Each iteration was a leap in numerous aspects, a transformation in quality.

In reality, the [Deep Sea] only truly defeated the top human chess players at the fourth iteration because the strong Transcendents who broke through the deep water area’s limitations of spiritual power were not defined as "chess players" by the Five Continents’ social norms.

But if the definition was broadened again—

Then, even after nine iterations, the [Divine Sea] still hadn’t defeated all its opponents.

The enemy it faced now was a great being that fully digested the sky’s spirit fire and transcended the definition of the "mundane."

Hundreds of chessboards were simultaneously engaged in battle.

Countless [Cloud Mirror]s floated around the Qinglong Throne. With closed eyes, he leaned his chin on one hand, dozing off, while the other hand gently pinched a chess piece, tapping with a slow rhythm.

Each tap caused a change on the [Cloud Mirror] chessboard, not just a single move, but countless steps.

The computational force of the Divine Throne and the Main System were engaged in a game from the old era.

This wasn’t a single game with a decisive outcome.

But countless matches.

The number of games was determined by Qinglong; there had already been tens of millions or more games. The true "win or lose" was just a vague probability recorded in a database among millions of confrontations—

It seemed meaningless.

This was merely a game to pass the time and indeed was exactly that, as those who have lived for long must always find something to enjoy the pleasures of the mortal world.

For Qinglong, who had lived for over a hundred years, this... was his only pleasure in leisurely days.

Merely amid the game, he cast a casual glance at the empty God Realm’s corner and uttered a thoughtful sigh.

"Why is it suddenly going to rain?"

At the top of the Source Tower, a pure white shadow, almost merging with the Heavenly Cloud, stood.

The white shadow knew there was no one else here but him.

He responded, "This is Mr. Tianshui’s intention... It hasn’t rained in the Central Continent for a long time."

"..."

Qinglong’s thoughts were still on the chessboard. After a while, he chuckled softly, "Thinking about it, it really is so."

"If you don’t like it, I can change the ’rainy day.’

The white shadow spoke respectfully.

"No, that’s not necessary..."

Qinglong pinched a piece, speaking with indifference, "Since sir believes it’s time for rain, then let it rain."