After stepping into the Eighth Layer of Tao, Chen Nan felt that the Chess Dao Holy Skill left by the old ghost of the chess saint was indeed mysterious and profound. If cultivated to its peak, it might even be able to counter all Divine Skills.
After all, he had only just condensed two chess pieces, and they were only the lowest level, pawns, yet his combat power had already increased dramatically.
If he could condense a full chessboard, with all thirty-two pieces transformed into Chess Dao warriors and paired with the killing array formation on the board, it would undoubtedly become a terrifying battlefield. Then, no matter how strong the Divine Skills, they would struggle to resist the onslaught of the Chess Dao warriors' killing array.
Chen Nan took a long breath, stood up to prepare to return to his room, but just then, a white figure walked past him.
Chen Nan turned his head to look, "Shi'er, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
