Yue Yang picked up a chess piece.
He wanted to place it on the stone surface, but to his astonishment, he found that his hand could not place the piece onto the part of the chessboard most in need of rescue.
What... what was going on? Why was he, even with the will of the Supreme, unable to break free from this chess-playing talent, to break the deadlock and rise? What was most terrifying was not merely that—it was that, despite possessing the will of the Supreme, he could not even participate in this match... He could not even participate? Could it be that Dongfang, this traitor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower, had already reached Divine Rank and comprehended the Eternity of chess from it?
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged scholar threw back his head and laughed. He repeatedly shook his head at the astonished Yue Yang. "Understand now? Junior, without my permission, you do not even have the right to play a piece. You do not even have the right to face me across the board. At most, you are merely a pitiful chess piece, manipulated in another's hand!"
After finishing his sermon-like mockery, he waved a hand with effortless grace.
Signaling that he had granted Yue Yang permission to make his move.
Yet Yue Yang still could not play as he pleased, because he discovered that although the power of the laws had loosened considerably, many inexplicable rules still bound him for the moment.
He wanted to play, yet he still could not place the piece upon the stone surface.
The middle-aged scholar burst into laughter again. "Junior, let me teach you something for free! To play chess, you must have chess pieces. In other words, you must have the capital to play against me. With no proof, no cards in