Chapter 1682: 1779: Spirit Martial Chess Sect

Chapter 1682: Chapter 1779: Spirit Martial Chess Sect

After Fang Lin and his party of four flattened the headquarters of Return to Sea Painting Studio, they carried a massive haul of treasures toward Spirit Martial Chess Sect.

Their greatest harvest was unquestionably the myriad of ink treasures from Return to Sea Painting Studio.

“The ink treasures of Return to Sea Painting Studio are ranked according to the strength of their creators. An ink treasure left behind by a Long-lived One possesses power equal to their cultivation, and those left by Immortal masters can unleash the might of Immortal-level mastery,” Zhen Yangzi said as he studied a landscape painting in his hand.

Fang Lin turned to ask, “Among these ink treasures, are there any left behind by Immortal masters?”

Zhen Yangzi glanced at Fang Lin and surprisingly nodded.

This response left Fang Lin somewhat stunned. He had only asked casually, not expecting these ink treasures to include anything left behind by Immortal masters.

Before long, Zhen Yangzi retrieved a painting scroll from the Nine Palace Bag. It was evidently different from the other scrolls—older, its essence imbued with a profound sense of antiquity.

“This piece was most likely left behind by an Immortal master,” Zhen Yangzi carefully handed over the scroll to Fang Lin.

Fang Lin received the scroll and immediately felt its extraordinary nature. Though it seemed to be lightweight, it carried an undeniable heft in his grasp.

Furthermore, the aura emanating from this scroll was alarming—as if merely unrolling it and applying the slightest activation would trigger a calamitous force capable of engulfing heaven and earth.

Fang Lin refrained from opening it, a faint smile appearing on his face.

“Return to Sea Painting Studio must be kicking themselves. With these ink treasures in hand, how long can Spirit Martial Chess Sect’s formidable array possibly hold?” Fang Lin said with a chuckle.

Zhen Yangzi laughed as well. “They’d never have guessed that we’d use Return to Sea Painting Studio’s own ink treasures to assault Spirit Martial Chess Sect. I bet by then, the two factions will be fuming with rage.”

“The Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts wasn’t found; it must’ve been taken by forces from Return to Sea Painting Studio to Spirit Martial Chess Sect. A fierce battle seems inevitable,” Fu Yue Vajra remarked.

“The Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts is indeed formidable. Rumor has it that the painting can summon ancient Evil Beasts. Forget Eight-change Monster Beasts—even a few Nine-Transformation fiends would be enough to give us a tough time,” Zhen Yangzi responded, nodding.

Fang Lin sneered, “The Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts? Hmph, I have my own countermeasures to deal with it; no need to fret.”

Fu Yue Vajra and the other two exchanged knowing glances, then nodded without further comment.

Soon enough, the expansive Spirit Martial Chess Sect appeared before Fang Lin’s group.

“Quite the Spirit Martial Chess Sect,” Fang Lin exclaimed, marveling at the massive chessboard dotted with grand pavilions and palaces, all safeguards of the formidable array. Even from this distance, the chessboard’s latent power was palpable—forcing one to hesitate at the prospect of breaching its defenses head-on.

“That should be the Picture of Ten Thousand Beasts,” Zhen Yangzi said, pointing to the scroll fluttering above Spirit Martial Chess Sect.

Fang Lin looked as well and saw the imposing scroll, its surface adorned with countless Evil Beasts—likely numbering in the thousands.

“Even dragons are depicted,” Fang Lin remarked with a grin, mildly shocked.

“Just Flood Dragons, not True Dragons. The creator of this ink treasure clearly never encountered a True Dragon; otherwise, it would’ve certainly been illustrated,” Zhen Yangzi noted.

As the conversation unfolded, the four of them approached within a hundred meters of Spirit Martial Chess Sect, close enough to see every figure moving within its boundaries.

“Quite the spectacle,” Fang Lin commented. Spirit Martial Chess Sect’s contingent was substantial, and almost all the top fighters from Return to Sea Painting Studio were present as well.

The Spirit Martial Chess Sect representatives seemed less heated, but those scholarly fighters from Return to Sea Painting Studio seethed with palpable rage, glaring at Fang Lin’s party as though they longed to flay them alive.

The elderly, white-haired studio master glared at them fiercely and spat, “You shameless thieves! Daring to assault my Return to Sea Painting Studio!”

Fang Lin chuckled lightly. “Assault? Well, we’ve already done it. What can you do about it?”

The studio master, furious, puffed his beard and glared even harder, then launched a palm strike toward Fang Lin.

This studio master’s cultivation wasn’t weak—at the peak of Great Longevity, only half a step away from Immortal—but it was far from threatening to Fang Lin’s party.

Fu Yue Vajra grinned savagely and countered the incoming Palm Impressions with a single punch, shattering it completely.

“Don’t be so arrogant!” Spirit Martial Chess Sect’s Sect Master stepped forward—a middle-aged man who appeared steady and composed.

With a wave of his hands, countless black and white chess pieces materialized across the heavens.

The ground beneath Fang Lin’s group transformed into a translucent chessboard phantom, as though they themselves had become pieces on its surface.

“Fall!”

A torrent of massive chess pieces thundered down toward Fang Lin’s group, each one the size of a mountain.

Fu Yue Vajra roared and charged at the pieces head-on. His fists smashed into the descending chunks repeatedly, pulverizing them.

Yet soon Fu Yue Vajra discovered his strength was draining far faster than normal.

“This chessboard is strange; we can’t linger on it any longer,” Fang Lin remarked, sensing the mounting burden they faced.

On cue, Jian Angxing cleaved at the chessboard with his sword. His Sword Qi exploded toward the phantom surface, shaking it violently but failing to sever it.

Meanwhile, Fu Yue Vajra bore the barrage of chess pieces, relying on his Perfect Golden Body to stay unscathed. Still, his breath began to falter.

Seeing this, Zhen Yangzi stomped his foot, summoning the Yin Yang Diagram.

“Break!”

With a sudden expansion, the Yin Yang Diagram engulfed the chessboard.

After weathering combined attacks from Jian Angxing and Zhen Yangzi, the chessboard phantom finally crumbled.

Though the chessboard dissolved, the pieces remained unrelenting, continuing to crash down. Fortunately, Fu Yue Vajra was able to hold his ground against them.

Bzzzt!

A massive golden brush materialized abruptly, stabbing toward Fang Lin.

Unfazed, Fang Lin met it with a punch. The impact of his strike collided against the brush’s gleaming tip.

Boom!!!!

The golden brush recoiled, its radiance dimming significantly.

Fang Lin’s condition wasn’t ideal either—blood dripped from his fist, and his arm tingled with numbness.

“What an impressive treasure!” Fang Lin remarked, gripping his ancient spear, which he then used to engage the golden brush in fierce combat.

Jian Angxing swung his longsword, sending Sword Qi crashing toward the Spirit Martial Chess Sect.

Boom!

The strike thundered against their array, causing enormous ripples. The array’s power erupted back—neutralizing Jian Angxing’s Sword Qi and unleashing an overwhelming force toward him instead.

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Across the Seven Seas, at the remotest depths of the Desolate Sea Domain—the seventh sea untouched even by the three sects—three figures gazed into the distance, their eyes fixed upon the direction of the scholarly sect.

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