Mortal Body Enters the Game, Playing Chess Against Heaven

Wen Dao Palace, Side Hall.

Yin Qiyue held a simple, ancient bamboo scroll in both hands and respectfully presented it to Qin Wangchuan.

"Young Master, this is it."

Qin Wangchuan took the ancient scroll; it felt cool to the touch, like jade.

He unfolded the scroll; its surface was as smooth as a mirror, yet there was not a single word on it. Only under the sunlight could one vaguely see fine lines flowing, undulating slightly like a living thing.

Aside from that, he seemed unremarkable, with nothing extraordinary about him.

A faint golden light appeared in Qin Wangchuan's eyes, and his Heavenly Derivation Divine Pupil quietly activated.

In an instant, the ancient scroll, which appeared empty to an ordinary person, revealed a dense array of runes in his eyes—runes that flowed like swimming fish, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, concealing profound mysteries.

"Special restrictions..."

He traced the veins of the runes with his fingertips, and each time he touched a rune, it would light up faintly before quietly going out.

Yin Qiyue stood to the side, holding her breath.

Although she couldn't see the runes, she could sense the gradually surging aura on the bamboo slip, as if something was awakening.

Qin Wangchuan's expression was focused, his fingertips moving incessantly.

As the runes flowed, he gradually discerned the patterns within them—

This ancient scroll has a restriction on it, invisible to the naked eye, and it seems that it can only be opened by touching several places with some special method.

If you make a single mistake, the runes will be reassembled, and everything will have to start all over again.

It's like some kind of code.

But such a thing shouldn't exist, and it just so happens to be captured by the Heavenly Derivation Divine Pupil.

Coincide?

"Interesting."

Qin Wangchuan became interested, the golden light in his eyes intensified, and he activated the Heavenly Derivation Divine Pupil to its fullest extent.

This restriction not only aligns with the Heavenly Dao, but also possesses the ability to self-repair.

Every step must be precise and error-free, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain.

His fingertips traced the runes again, this time with slower, but more steady movements.

The runes lit up, then went out.

One, two, three...

As the runes were lit up one after another, the aura on the bamboo slip became increasingly active, as if something was awakening.

Yin Qiyue stood to the side, holding her breath.

She could sense that the aura emanating from the bamboo slips was gradually rising, like a sleeping beast about to open its eyes.

"Just one last step."

Qin Wangchuan hovered his fingertip above the last rune, his eyes flashing with golden light.

If this step is wrong, everything will have to start all over again.

A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke without hesitation.

"Break!"

With a soft shout, the runes on the ancient scroll suddenly lit up, then faded away like starlight.

A chessboard appears on the scroll, with black and white pieces interspersed, seemingly adorned with stars.

"Chess Game?"

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow and put down the ancient scroll with great interest.

He casually conjured a black stone and placed it in the Tianyuan Position.

"Despair."

The moment the chess piece was placed, the heavens above suddenly changed!

A white stone materialized out of thin air, falling like a meteor to the heavens, and crashed down above the Wen Dao Palace!

The entire Wen Dao Palace was shaken, and all the disciples looked up.

Above the sky, a giant chessboard with Nineteen Lines appeared, with black and white pieces suspended in the clouds, like Heavenly Chess!

"What happened?!"

"There's a chessboard in the sky!"

"Has the Great Emperor attacked?"

Wen Dao Palace, the disciples exclaimed in surprise.

Yin Qiyue's pupils contracted slightly as she gazed at the unfolded ancient scroll, a look of sudden realization flashing in her eyes.

'Young Master is indeed Non-Self our reach...'

Qin Wangchuan merely chuckled and tapped the chessboard again with his fingertip, "Then I'll play a game with you."

This is no ordinary Chess Game.

It is clearly --

With mountains and rivers as the chessboard, and stars and moon as the pieces!

Qin Wangchuan played black, and Tianqiong responded with white.

Every step seems to question the Heavenly Dao; every move seems to shake the Qiankun!

He moved his fingertip again, and the black piece fell.

Above the sky, Bai Zi followed closely behind.

Above the Wen Dao Palace, the winds and clouds shifted, and the chessboard expanded continuously, almost covering the entire sky.

Qin Wangchuan remained calm, but a fighting spirit began to rise in his eyes.

"I'd like to see what's hidden behind this ancient scroll."

Yin Qiyue walked out of the Side Hall and looked up at the sky. She saw the Cloud Sea surging and the black and white figures falling like stars, colliding in the void and creating a dazzling stream of light.

"Young Master... is actually playing chess with the heavens!" she murmured softly, her eyes reflecting the magnificent Chess Game, her mind reeling.

"You're wrong."

A cool, clear voice suddenly came from behind.

Yin Qiyue turned around abruptly and saw a woman in a plain white dress standing beside her.

The woman had a beautiful face and exquisite features, yet she exuded an aloofness that seemed untouched by worldly affairs.

"Senior?" Yin Qiyue was taken aback.

She didn't know who the other person was, but since they appeared through the Young Master's body, they were definitely not an enemy.

Yuniang rarely showed herself on her own initiative, but at this moment she was gazing at the sky, her eyes seemingly filled with countless stars.

"He's not playing a game against fate," Yuniang said softly, her voice like ice water striking stone, "But rather..."

She raised her hand and pointed to the sky. Where her fingertip pointed, black pieces were as black as ink, and white pieces were as white as jade, weaving together in the void to form a vast Star Chart.

"He is in charge of Heaven, and he is in opposition to humanity."

Yuniang did not answer, but only glanced back at the hall.

Qin Wangchuan sat upright at the table, a chess piece hovering between his fingers, his eyes gleaming with golden light, as if he were in harmony with the heavens and earth.

"Heaven doesn't let people have their way," Yuniang said calmly. "Since you have the black pieces, you should let the opponent have a turn."

"This shows that they are not going against Heaven."

She looked at the Chess Game; the black pieces were sharp as knives, and the white pieces were as intricate as a net. Between offense and defense, there was a familiar sharpness hidden within.

"This ancient scroll... is indeed a blank page, reflecting myself, and connecting to the long river."

"And then there's his playing style..." Yuniang suddenly smiled, "It really was him."

Having played against him for several years, I was already familiar with his style of play.

Yin Qiyue asked, puzzled, "Who?"

Yuniang shook her head, a complex look flashing in her eyes. "He's playing chess with himself."

"Myself in the River of Time."

Above the sky, the Chess Game is in full swing.

Black pieces are like dragons, white pieces are like tigers; they are intertwined yet complement each other.

Qin Wangchuan's moves were swift and precise, each one incredibly accurate, as if he had already seen through all of his opponent's next moves.

And the white pieces in the sky followed closely behind, without the slightest deviation.

Above the heavens, the Chess Game has spread across an entire realm.

No matter where you are in this world, you can see the crisscrossing chessboard when you look up, with the black and white pieces hanging like stars in the clouds, never parting day or night.

At first, all living beings were terrified, believing that the world had undergone strange changes and Great Calamity was about to befall them.

But gradually, people discovered—

Although this Chess Game is vast and boundless, it has not affected the workings of the world.

On the contrary, whenever a chess piece is placed, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi fluctuates accordingly, and some people even use this to gain enlightenment and break through bottlenecks.

Over time, people got used to it and even regarded this game as a "divine fortuitous opportunity".

Wen Dao Palace.

Qin Wangchuan remained seated in the Side Hall, a chess piece hovering between his fingers, his eyes gleaming with golden light, as if resonating with the heavens and earth.

A year has passed, and he hasn't moved an inch. He's even almost stopped breathing. Only occasionally does his fingertips lightly tap the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

However, the Wen Dao Palace did not cease its activities despite his silence.

On the contrary--

Centered on the Wen Dao Palace, the Qin Clan established several strongholds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Not only did all the branches of the Qin Clan in this realm come out, but even the Patriarch in the Ten Directions Immortal Court sent people to guard the area, and even brought in elders to oversee the situation.

In an instant, the area around the Wen Dao Palace was filled with Spiritual Qi energy and dense array formations, making it an inviolable Holy Land.

During this year, Great Power from the Ten Directions Immortal Court paid a visit to the court.

The Chu Clan, the Li Clan, the Yun Clan, the Zhao Clan, and even some sects that benefited from the laws passed down by the River of Wangchuan, such as the Taixu Sect, the Xuantian Pavilion, and the Nine Nether Valley... even some ancient Aristocratic Clan that had lived in seclusion sent people to come.

They ostensibly "observe the Heavenly Chess," but in reality, each had their own agenda.

But interestingly--

No one came empty-handed.