A hundred years have passed within the Chaos Boat.
Xu Fan slowly opens his eyes, revealing a gentle smile.
This century has resolved the longing he has held in his heart for hundreds of thousands of years.
In the Central World, Xu Fan respectfully returns the Hongmeng Treasure to the strong one of the Holy Radiance Clan.
"Senior, thank you."
"Why the formality, Master Xu? Instead of saying thanks, why not have another round with me?"
The strong one from the Holy Radiance Clan waved his hand, and the World Chess board appeared.
"Master Xu, please don't hold back. Show me if you have improved over these years," said the strong one from the Holy Radiance Clan.
"As senior wishes."
Xu Fan took a seat opposite the strong one from the Holy Radiance Clan.
Three thousand years later, the entire chessboard shimmered, the Holy Light Mini World on the chessboard entirely occupied the whole board.
"Master Xu, you are amazing! Let's go again!"
