The chessboard is made by the millennium Warm Jade and has gentle touch.
The chess pieces are made of black and white Star Crystal. When held in the hand, it feels like holding two miniature starry skies.
"My friend, please."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled slightly and motioned for Lin Feng to go first.
Lin Feng was not polite, picked up a sunspot, and without any hesitation, landed directly on the Tianyuan position on the chessboard!
One child falls, extremely domineering!
Not looking for layout, not looking for strategy, just looking for the most direct and arrogant way to occupy the middle palace and overlook the overall situation!
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw this, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled.
He picked up a white piece and dropped it beside Heizi unhurriedly. It was like spring rain moistening things, silently, but inadvertently, it neutralized Heizi's aggressive edge.
A silent fight began.
Lin Feng's chess game is full of aggression and destruction.
Every drop is like the "Killing Blade" in his hand, pointing directly to the vital point without leaving any room for error, full of the domineering spirit of "one force can defeat ten".
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's chess game was as gentle as water. It seemed like he was giving in step by step, but in fact it was like an invisible big net that defused Lin Feng's Gale torrential offensive one by one, and trapped it firmly in it, constantly eating away and consuming it.
After a stick of incense, the chess game is over.
Lin Feng fell into a long silence as he looked at the chessboard, where his dragon had been completely slaughtered without even a chance of survival.
He lost.
The defeat was complete and there was no suspense.
"My little friend's chess game is too murderous."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar slowly put away the chess pieces and commented in a gentle voice, "Although blindly seeking to kill can achieve a quick success, it is also easy to fall into the enemy's calculations, and ultimately end up losing everything."
"Been taught a lesson."
Lin Feng replied calmly. He knew that the other party's words seemed to be talking about chess, but in fact they were instructing his life.
"May I ask, senior, who is he?"
Lin Feng finally asked the doubts in his heart.
To be able to be imprisoned on the seventh floor of Demon Suppression Tower and still live so freely and freely, this person's identity is definitely not trivial.
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he did not answer immediately.
He just stood up, walked under the vigorous ancient pine, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the only small, dimly lit skylight on the stone wall, his eyes becoming distant and vicissitudes of life.
"Do you know how many brothers the current Holy Emperor had before he ascended the throne?"
"Nine."
Lin Feng replied, this is what Master Manager once told him.
"Then do you know how many people survived the extremely tragic 'Nine Dragons' Struggle for the Throne' forty years ago?"
"Two people."
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, "The current Holy Lord, and... Prince of Runan who is far away from Southern Prefecture."
"Haha..."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar let out a self-deprecating bitter smile, and that laughter was filled with endless sadness and loneliness.
"Prince of Runan? He deserves it too?"
He slowly turned around, and for the first time, a burst of bright light that could make the sun and moon eclipse erupted from his eyes that had always been as gentle as jade!
A terrifying dragon energy that cannot be described in words, vast and majestic, full of imperial majesty, burst out from his seemingly frail body!
At that moment, he was no longer a gentle Confucian scholar, but a man who overlooked thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and held the power of life and death for hundreds of millions of living beings...
True Dragon Emperor!
Lin Feng's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous pinpoint shape!
This dragon energy was more than ten thousand times purer than the "fake Prince of Runan" he encountered before?!
"The outside world is just a puppet and a shadow warrior that my father supported in order to appease the people of the world and to bear all the charges for his good son."
The voice of the middle-aged Confucian scholar became loud and majestic, full of unquestionable domineering power.
"And I..."
He spoke every word, and his voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in Lin Feng's mind!
"He is the real Ninth Prince Great Xia Dynasty!"
"It's the one who was supposed to be crowned king Southern Prefecture, but was imprisoned here for forty years by his own brother..."
"Prince of Runan, Xia Yan!"
Boom!!!
This earth-shattering secret, like a blockbuster, completely subverted Lin Feng's knowledge!
Prince of Runan, can it be true or false?!
The "Prince of Runan" who is so powerful in the outside world and even intends to turn into a dragon and rebel is actually just a stand-in? A puppet used to attract firepower and take the blame?!
But the real Ninth Prince was imprisoned in the dark seventh floor of Demon Suppression Tower for forty years?!
"Surprised?"
Xia Yan took back the monstrous dragon energy and turned back into the gentle Confucian scholar with a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"Successful kings and defeated enemies have always been the case since ancient times. I lost, so I am here. He won, so he is sitting on the dragon throne."
He looked at Lin Feng, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.
"I'm very curious, how did you, a Nameless pawn from a remote county, grow to where you are today in just a few months? And how did you, step by step, turn the chess pieces laid out by my good emperor brother upside down?"
"There is a power in you that even I cannot see through. That power does not belong to this world."
Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart.
He knows.
What the other party expresses is the system.
But the other party doesn't know that it's the system.
But he did not answer, but asked calmly, "Since your Majesty has already won, why did you go to such trouble to set up such a trap? What on earth does he want to do?"
Xia Yan After hearing this, the smile on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of sadness and... anger that penetrated his bones!
"What to do?"
He slammed his fist on the stone table, and the chessboard made of the thousand-year-old Warm Jade instantly turned into powder!
"What he wants to do is far crazier and more terrifying than you imagine!"
Xia Yan raised his head, his eyes burning with raging anger, staring at the ancient runes on the stone wall that suppressed the entire giant tower, and said word by word:
"He wants to... break open Heavenly Gate!"
"Heavenly Gate?"
Lin Feng's brows furrowed tightly.
This was not the first time he heard this word.
At the beginning, Manager Zhang Cheng of Nan Yan Commandery seemed to have been mentioned implicitly.
"That's right, Heavenly Gate!"
Xia Yan's voice became extremely solemn, and his deep eyes revealed a trace of fear that even he himself had not noticed.
"The continent we are on seems boundless, but in fact, it is just a huge cage."
"Beyond the cage, there is a higher level, the real 'Upper World'. There, Spiritual Qi is rich and the laws are complete. Warriors can easily break through the shackles of the Martial Apex Realm and spy on the legendary way to 'immortality'."
"And the only channel connecting our world to Upper World is 'Heavenly Gate'!"
These words, like a thunder, exploded in Lin Feng's mind again!
He finally understood why the martial arts in this world stopped at the Martial Apex Realm.
It turns out that there is a higher-level world above their heads!
"But, what does this have to do with Emperor Xia?"
Lin Feng asked in confusion.
"Of course it does matter!"
Xia Yan's eyes flashed with a trace of deep-seated hatred.
"Since ancient times, 'Heavenly Gate' has been sealed by an invisible force, cutting off the connection between the two worlds. The ancestors of our great Emperor Xia family once received the guidance of a Upper World powerful man and learned a shocking secret."
"That is, every three hundred years, the seal of 'Heavenly Gate' will enter an extremely weak period. At that time, as long as you can gather nine pieces of 'Divine Stone' that contain the original power of heaven and earth, and use the Nine Provinces dragon vein as a guide, you can forcefully blast open Heavenly Gate and get the chance to ascend Upper World!"
"And those nine pieces of Divine Stone are what you Demon Suppression Division call..."
Xia Yan word by word, the voice was as cold as if it came from Nine Nether Hells.
"Dragon-Suppressing Stone!"