In the chess dao, heaven and earth formed the board, and the sun, moon, and stars were the pieces.
The vast, extending space could contain everything in heaven and earth.
What was space?
It seemed empty yet was not empty, seemed present yet was not present, seemed absent yet was not absent.
All was empty, and all was not empty.
Li Hao suddenly felt as though enlightenment had been poured straight into his head, his mind buzzing.
His tenth dan chess dao experience had already been sacrificed to the Dao, yet he still could not defeat Old Wang. When the old man played seriously, his moves were unfathomable even to gods and ghosts. He often turned decay into wonder, reversing the game with a divine move. It seemed that he could always see positions and openings that Li Hao could not.
Now, however, understanding began to dawn on Li Hao.
The space he could see was different from what his opponent could see. That was why he lost.
"Old Wang, let's play a game."
Li Hao extended the invitation.
Old Wang froze, then smiled wryly. He had just been about to offer a few words of advice when he noticed Li Hao's solemn expression. The youth was staring at the board, his eyes shining with an unprecedented light. The words that had reached Old Wang's lips were suddenly swallowed back down.
He nodded slightly and said, "I'll take this game seriously."
With that, he and Li Hao each grabbed some stones to determine their colors and who would play first.
Then Li Hao devoted his full attention to placing stones and shaping his formation.
"Hmm?"
At the sight of Li Hao's move, Old Wang's expression immediately changed, revealing a trace of surprise.
The placement was cunning, leaving numerous avenues to