The Spirit Hall, this colossal tower standing atop the continent's power, has encountered an unexpected turn of events. Lin Xiao awakens from a bizarre high fever, his eyes no longer clear as before, but instead possessing a profound and cold depth that seems to pierce through countless years.

He looked into Qian Renxue's eyes, at the loneliness and unease hidden deep within them, at her feigned strength. All the lingering resentment from his past life transformed into an unwavering obsession. He would use the world as his chessboard, and all living beings as his pieces, to play a game of earth-shattering grand strategy.

Tang San, I have read your story. But this time, I am the writer. On this continent, the chaotic free will will be severed, and the only order will be established by my own hands.