C1627 Chess Board Old Man Young Man
C1627 Chess Board Old Man Young Man
In a place that was independent of the world, the world, all living things, and the peak of the universe, only the lines of black and white could be clearly seen. It seemed to be in a strange and endless intersection. One side was filled with the aura of death while the other side was filled with the vitality of life.
Life and death, light and darkness, creation and destruction, and even the ancient Yin and Yang, seemed to be two interdependent entities that existed independently of each other. However, they were also connected to each other.
If it had to be described, it would be an endless expanse with the heaven and earth as its foundation. It was an indescribable chessboard, and it was even harder to put into words.
A black and a white, heaven and earth, vast and divine.
Countless black and white lines interweaved, forming something like a board. Each square seemed to represent a region of chaos. Within the interweaved black and white lines, there were already countless squares that were annihilated, turning into endless nothingness.
And beyond the indescribably massive, limitless, unspeakably vast black and white board, there were actually faint silhouettes of countless people seated on both sides of the board.
He wore an ancient, sackcloth robe, and had a long, bright hair. He had the demeanor of a transcendent being, and was filled with mystery and grandeur. He was like a great Dao, indescribable and indescribable.
A silhouette appeared on the white board. He wore a long black robe, and his long black hair flowed down like a waterfall. He had the features of a young man, giving off an extraordinary and undying feeling, as if he had existed since the creation of this world.
The two of them sat there for who knows how many years, obviously playing chess. They were like two rotten trees, silent, silent, unthinking, unthinking, unmoving, even if they didn't want to.
On the black board, a square was annihilated from time to time, turning into an endless void. On the other hand, the number of squares on the white board remained the same as before. There was simply no such thing as square annihilation.
Comparing the two would determine who was the superior one. The white board held the absolute advantage.
"Fellow Daoist, you've lost your son. Victory and defeat have been decided."
The young man dressed in black on the white board spoke out as he stared at the old man in front of him. There seemed to be countless stars in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist, victory or defeat in these words is too early to say. Who said that this old Daoist will have no children?"
The old man smiled, his eyes focused on a square in the middle of the black board. Around this square, there were nine square columns that were completely intact, and they tightly surrounded the square in the center, like a solid barrier.
"Fellow daoist, abandoning Nine Protections One and thinking of turning the tables with one son, isn't this too much of a wishful thinking!"
The youth dressed in black at the end of the white board stared intently, wanting to get a clear look at the remaining ten. However, a pitch-black fog emerged, completely blocking the peeping.
"Fellow Daoist, you've passed!"
At the end of the black board, the cloth-clothed old man was smiling. His snow-white beard was filled with a mysterious power, as if he was a great dao of the world.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm looking forward to how you can turn the tables. The universe is our boundary, the void is our disk, and the primal chaos is our chess game. How long have we been fighting for?"
The young man in black at the end of the white chessboard gave up on peeping, but his voice was filled with mystery and grandeur …
"Fellow cultivator, the Divine State is destroyed. The two of us began playing chess at the beginning of the end of the Immortal World. As of now, there are already seven volumes of ancient history."
The cloth-clothed elder who sat on the black board spoke out. His words were filled with calmness, and his old and murky eyes were filled with an intelligent luster. It was as if he had gathered all the wisdom of the world.
"Fellow Daoist, the seven ancient records have passed. Are you still not giving up?"
The youth dressed in black at the end of the white chessboard spoke again. This game of chess was like seven volumes of ancient history... Such a long period of time had passed …
"Fellow Daoist, the story hasn't ended. You haven't won, and the old Daoist hasn't lost either. Until the very last moment, who will truly know? Although the two of us play chess, our world is like chess. May I ask, fellow cultivator, can you take control of everything?"
The cloth-clothed elder at the end of the black board laughed, each word seemed to contain a supreme dao, yet no one knew of its changes …
"Fellow Daoist, this is the end of the story. A chess piece is a chess piece, after all. Even if you jump out of the chessboard, you're still a chess piece. You only have ten sons left to play with."
Billions of lights interweaved and condensed, as if they had come from all over the world. Eventually, the hundreds of millions of lights disappeared, and only a single image appeared on the board. It was the distant ninth town, which also reflected Gu Huang's image.
Fellow Daoist, the story is far from over. The story belongs to all living things, and all living things will be the one to create the ending. The two of us only need to watch from the sidelines.
At the other end of the black board, the cloth-clothed old man waved his sleeves. Countless pitch-black fog floated within, and the scene disappeared completely. The old man continued to maintain his smile.
"Fellow Daoist, you've passed!"
The youth dressed in black at the end of the white chessboard spoke, exuding a vast and imposing aura …
"Fellow Daoist, perhaps the story has just begun."
The cloth-clothed elder at the end of the black board stroked his beard as he smiled. He had a completely mysterious and unfathomable appearance. No one knew exactly what he was thinking about.
"It's too much. Let's wait and see!"
"Chaos, just wait and see!"
One black and one white, the other old and one young, once again sat upright like rotten wood. No one could find any inkling of them, nor did anyone know who the two of them were.
— —
In small town nine, in the depths of the vast void, three ancient cyan coffins could be seen floating in the air. It was unknown how long they had been silent.
"Milords, he's here!"
"Your subordinate is useless and has yet to gain his trust."
"Milords, please advise us what to do next."
The figure of the guide No.9 slowly appeared, kneeling on one knee towards the three green stone coffins in the air, his head lowered, his entire being was filled with reverence.
"Creak!"
"This thing …." Leave it to him. "Letter …"
"Go quickly … He only had one chance … "Let's get out of this relationship …"
"Inform the commander of the Twin Fish of this great evil … Get ready. Demon King of Confusion … I have to die... "
From within, a rotten palm that was covered with green hair appeared. An ancient and yellowed jade scroll appeared, flying directly in front of the ninth guide …
"Milords, your subordinate will take his leave!" The guide, number nine, held the ancient jade slip as if it was a precious treasure and his figure slowly disappeared …
— — The content is from [Mick Read]