Qian Cangyi reached out towards the treasure chest, only to find that his hand passed straight through it, as if the chest were nothing more than an illusion.
At this moment, a golden ring of light began to emanate from the floor where the chest lay, extending all the way to the spot where the white skeleton stood. The floor between the two was also showing changes, with pictures appearing on all of it except for those parts still showing numbers.
Some of these pictures depicted landscapes, some monstrous horrors, and some contained narrative text.
"It looks like a game of Adventure Chess, only..." Mo Ran began, leaving the rest of his sentence hanging in the air. The other four in the room understood the implied meaning.
"Let's call everyone down, there's no danger now." Qian Cangyi spoke with a serious expression.
Sometimes things just developed like this—with one thing yet to be resolved, another followed right on its heels, seemingly without end.
