Chapter 1566: The Final Move

Seeing Wang Yan seemingly rooted to the stone bench, Jiang Yikang couldn’t help but snort coldly. He quickly placed his hand on Wang Yan’s shoulder, using all his strength to attempt to dispel the magical power binding Wang Yan to the stone bench.

With Jiang Yikang’s current cultivation, being the Venerable of the Three Realms, his expression drastically changed as soon as his hand touched Wang Yan’s shoulder.

Because he realized that Wang Yan had already merged with the chessboard, and if he forcibly pulled Wang Yan away, the entire chess game would be ruined.

If it was just destroying a chessboard, of course, it wouldn’t matter much.

But Jiang Yikang had already sensed that the chessboard represented the entire Human Realm. Destroying the chessboard would be tantamount to destroying the entire Human Realm.

In Jiang Yikang’s eyes, Wang Yan was, of course, greater than everything; nothing could compare to Wang Yan.

But if it meant choosing between the entire Human Realm and Wang Yan, Jiang Yikang suddenly hesitated.

Seeing Jiang Yikang’s indecisive appearance, Hongjun became even more smug: “Pangu, it seems that after having a son, you’ve lost your composure. As I said before, Human-Chess Unity. Since your precious son sat on this stone bench, he has become one with the chessboard. Before this game is over, neither of us can leave. But if you have the resolve, then destroy the chessboard. At that time, you may save your son, but the Human Realm among the Three Realms will vanish.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yikang slowly lifted his hand from Wang Yan’s shoulder, then looked coldly at Hongjun, taking a step towards him with murderous intent in his eyes: “Hongjun, twenty years ago I didn’t kill you, allowing you to escape to the Nether Realm, and you haven’t repented but continue your evil deeds. Today, I will end you.”

After speaking, Jiang Yikang raised his hand, aiming at Hongjun.

But Hongjun just laughed: “Pangu, have you become foolish in these twenty years, or have you stopped thinking after having a son? My current cultivation is not what it used to be. Do you think I’ll just sit here and wait for you to kill me?”

Upon hearing Hongjun’s words, Jiang Yikang raised an eyebrow and then scanned Hongjun with his eyes.

After this scan, Jiang Yikang’s hand stopped powerlessly.

Hongjun immediately burst into laughter: “Hahaha, Pangu, now you understand. I and your son have both become one with the chessboard. Killing me would be like killing your own son with your own hands.”

Indeed, following Hongjun’s words, Jiang Yikang’s hand, which was raised halfway in the air, dropped.

Just now, Jiang Yikang was concerned about Wang Yan, completely forgetting to observe. Now he understood that if he killed Hongjun, Wang Yan would die as well.

For a moment, Jiang Yikang was in chaos. Was he now supposed to let Hongjun lead Yan’er step by step into the abyss?

At this time, Jiang Yikang heard Wang Yan’s voice by his side: “Father, you don’t need to worry, leave everything to me.”

Hearing Wang Yan’s words, Jiang Yikang immediately turned his head to look.

At this moment, he saw Wang Yan had regained his composure, and his eyes were filled with a determined fighting spirit.

Seeing this fighting spirit, a sense of relief rose in Jiang Yikang’s heart.

This is his son.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yikang immediately shook off his previous despair and laughed heartily: “Hahaha, good son, you haven’t disappointed me. Then calmly play this game with him. What does it matter if the Three Realms are destroyed? Back then, I split the heavens and the earth with one axe; now I can reshape the Three Realms.”

Hearing Jiang Yikang’s bold response, Wang Yan also showed a carefree look on his face, followed by a hearty laugh: “Alright, today I will see what might the Ancestor of the Great Dao truly possesses.”

After speaking, Wang Yan once again focused on the chessboard.

At this moment, in Wang Yan’s eyes, the chessboard had already transformed.

It was no longer just black and white intertwining on a nineteen-line grid; it had entirely turned into the form of the Human Realm.

Wang Yan raised his hand, picked up a white piece, and placed it in the middle of the board.

Although, from the perspective of Go strategy, Wang Yan’s move seemed unnecessary.

But at this moment, according to Wang Yan’s view, after making this move, the great hole in the sky immediately shrank a bit.

Hongjun completely ignored Wang Yan and immediately placed another black piece on the board’s edge.

Although Wang Yan noticed Hongjun’s peculiar move, the most important task at hand was to mend the great hole in the sky, so Wang Yan had to concentrate on placing the white pieces in the center of the board.

In this way, Wang Yan placed nine consecutive pieces in the center’s great hole.

At the same time, all of Hongjun’s pieces were placed around the board’s edges.

After placing the nine pieces, a large area of white pieces appeared at the board’s center, and to Wang Yan’s eyes, the skies had been mended. The gusts blowing from the heavens disappeared, the rain immediately receded, and the floodwaters converged into a vast ocean.

Land masses emerged, and the lucky humans who had survived began to appear from everywhere. Upon seeing the restored world, they knelt and prayed to the skies. Faintly, words of “Nuwa” and “repairing the skies” could be heard from their mouths.

Seeing this, Wang Yan let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed finally the world was back on track, continuing its original course of development.

Although Jiang Yikang had just said he could recreate the world entirely,

Wang Yan understood those were merely Jiang Yikang’s comforting words.

Even if Jiang Yikang could indeed recreate the world, he would likely exhaust all of his magical power, and possibly his life too.

Seeing Wang Yan’s relaxed demeanor, Hongjun, however, chuckled coldly, saying: “Young one, don’t celebrate too early. Haven’t you realized that, from the time you sat down until now, you’ve just played your tenth piece?”

Upon hearing Hongjun’s words, a doubt arose in Wang Yan’s mind; he had indeed played ten pieces.

But what difference did it make if he had played ten pieces?

At that moment, the ten pieces Wang Yan had previously placed suddenly began emitting a dazzling light; the ten piercing rays grew stronger and instantly transformed into ten suns, hanging in the sky.

Wang Yan couldn’t help but shudder inside, realizing he had fallen into another of Hongjun’s traps. After barely mitigating the disaster of breaking the sky, now the catastrophe of ten suns had arrived.

This time, he would have to become Hou Yi, shooting down the suns.

And so, every time Wang Yan resolved one disaster, another would be triggered.

No matter how cautiously Wang Yan proceeded, he couldn’t avoid the deeply hidden traps.

By this point, Wang Yan was no longer playing a game of chess but was desperately racing against time to dismantle these traps.

Meanwhile, Hongjun, across from Wang Yan, appeared leisurely, as if playing a chess game with no opponent, casually placing his black pieces.

Unknowingly, Wang Yan had played all ninety of his pieces, each one sealing the respective gaps ahead.

But finally, Wang Yan managed to solve all of the predicaments.

Hongjun picked up his ninetieth piece, pinched it between his fingers, looked up at the sweat-drenched Wang Yan in front of him, and said with a smile: “It’s finally the ninetieth piece. When my last piece is placed, do you know what will happen?”