Mining Realm.
The sky was vast and the earth broad, mountain ranges stretched far; suddenly, a rift tore open in the sky. Regimented teams, brimming with battle intent, descended from above.
Over a hundred Great Grandmasters, intertwined with the aura of dozens of Grandmasters, invisibly shook this world.
The perennial clouds parted, sunlight spilled, and stars were like a chessboard, indistinguishable from the outside world.
Yet, every Grandmaster expert immediately sensed the difference between this place and the human world, and they began to discuss.
"Indeed, the world rules of this small realm are in a significant decline, perhaps at most can last a hundred years. We must clear the Demon Race early and hasten the mining."
"The suppression of rules here is smaller, the magnetic field and gravity are also very weak. The same moves are more powerful here. The Grandmaster can even fly through the void here."
