Every time a piece is placed, the overall situation and the chess game will trigger a chain reaction. In Yi Yan's eyes, he can see thousands of troops galloping and hundreds of thousands of people fighting in the chess game.
He could see rivers of blood, thousands of common people and nobles died in the war, and noble princes and nobles were put to death by swords, dyeing the entire world red, and dyeing his eyes red.
Flags flew like rain, and millions of soldiers, accompanied by roars and murderous intent, swept across the world, making him feel deafened.
The sorcerers used their magical powers to destroy the city walls, the sorcerers sacrificed thousands of blood to curse King Huan, the monks cut off the river with a sword, and all kinds of scenes kept changing and appearing on the chessboard.
Each chess piece represents the kings, nobles, great wizards, and disciples of his academy, and also determines the fate of millions of people.
Yi Yan was breathing heavily, sweating all over, and he was holding the chess piece on the chessboard, not daring to put it down for a long time.
Because one wrong step would mean disaster and death for all the people in the world. The blood-red color accompanied by endless dead souls pressed down on him, making him tremble with fear and dare not fall.
He had never played such a thrilling game of chess, nor had he ever spent so much time and energy looking ahead and behind for making a move, nor had he ever felt so much fear for making a move.
However, while he was hesitating, Feng Sheng placed the white piece.
"The situation is ever-changing and the opportunity is fleeting. While you are looking ahead and behind, the outcome has already been decided!"
"This world's trend... doesn't wait for anyone!"
Yi Yan's face changed drastically, and he shouted in fear at the top of his lungs: "Stop!"
But the hand did not stop at all, and the piece was pressed on the chessboard. In an instant, the situation collapsed, and a surging blood and black light were reflected.
Mountains and rivers change color, and the country is easy to change.
The central Dahuan Dynasty collapsed in an instant before Yi Yan's eyes. Division, secession, chaos and annexation spread to the entire world. At this time, the northern demons and nomadic barbarians who were mixed with demons rushed into the Middle-earth with a large army, and the Pan Kingdom was destroyed.
In the millions of mountains in the southwest, the barbarians controlled thousands of monsters and beasts to defeat the Song Kingdom. The world was in chaos and the human world turned into purgatory.
The light faded, and the two were still inside the Xundu Academy, sitting in the side room of the library. Everything seemed like a dream, disappearing without a trace.
Only Yi Yan was left with a pale face, his hands still maintaining the posture of holding the child for a long time, his mind still immersed in the tragedy of the changing colors of the mountains and rivers and the destruction of the entire human race.
Although he knew that it was just one possibility in the general trend of the world, he still couldn't let it go.
Two men sat quietly, upright, one with a pale and solemn expression, the other with an indifferent look, but as if reflecting the mountains and rivers.
Yi Yan looked at Feng Sheng: "Feng Sheng wants to tell me that the academy is not only responsible for preaching and educating, but also has the mission of stabilizing and suppressing the destiny of humanity."
Fang Xiu turned his head and looked at the paintings hanging on the wall. He was the one at the head, followed by the familiar Zhuang Li, and Yi Shang, whom he had never seen before. They were divided into young, middle-aged, and old people.
"The academy controls the destiny of literature and is responsible for educating the world. Its students and disciples are spread all over the world. Although there are no great and powerful people, they are influencing the flow of the world's situation everywhere!"
"This time the underworld is reopened, the gods of the earth are canonized, and the reincarnation of heaven and earth is revived and perfected. It is not just an opportunity for the gods and immortals, nor is it a feast for the so-called monks, demons, and monsters."
“It’s the biggest change in humanity!”
Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze from the painting and looked at Yi Yan. Yi Yan, who looked old enough to be Fang Xiu's grandfather, now looked like a child, as if the young man in front of him was his ancestor.
The teacher in the old academy listened to the instruction with great respect, fearing that he might miss a single word.
"Whoever can control the gods of the earth and the lords of the mountains and rivers can control the destiny of humanity and even influence the alternation of dynasties and the reform of the dynasty."
"If we let the immortal monks, witch priests, and sorcerers dominate the way of gods, I'm afraid millions of human beings will be enslaved by them. If they fall into the hands of demons and monsters, I'm afraid the human dynasty will collapse and even the human race will be destroyed in an instant!"
At this point, Master Yi Yan instantly thought of the chess game just now. His expression changed several times before he finally made up his mind.
The state of mind that was affected by Feng Sheng's arrival was stabilized because of the decision in his heart.
"The words of the sage, I will keep them in mind!"
"I will never allow the world to fall into this state!"
Fang Xiu nodded and stood up, his soft teacher's robe straightening up.
The window of the side room was opened, and one could see the beautiful scenery outside. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard outside had turned into an ancient tree, which he had planted himself back then.
The small sapling, after being watered by six generations of teachers, has become one of the symbols of Xundu Academy.
Fang Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the entire Dahuan and millions of human beings.
"The scholars and sages of my academy should assist the king to build Confucian temples in various places, confer titles on the gods of the world, and suppress the destiny of humanity!"
"The Confucian temple saints, philosophers, sages and tens of millions of disciples and students suppress the world, occupy all the geographical advantages of mountains and rivers, enjoy all the luck of humanity, and rest with humanity!"
At this moment, Fang Xiu suddenly turned around, his eyes full of questioning, as if he was questioning Yi Yan's determination and courage.
"If we fail, we will lose the world's momentum! The fate of literature will be ruined, and the fate of humanity will fall by the wayside!"
"Yes! You will be one of the Four Saints of the Temple of Confucius - Saint Yi!"
Yi Yanxing bowed deeply and prostrated himself on the ground: "Yes!"
Fang Xiu smiled and took out a preaching jade slip from his sleeve. At this moment, this flawless white jade slip had turned into a holy weapon to suppress Wen Yun, and rays of spiritual light burst out from it.
Master Yi Yan raised his hands over his head and took the jade slip of teaching, as if he had taken over the way of the saint and the destiny of humanity!
The moment he took the preaching jade slip, Feng Sheng instantly turned into a rain of flowers and dissipated into the air.
A strong wind blew, and the osmanthus trees in the courtyard rustled. The osmanthus flowers and the flower rain merged into one, sweeping towards the sky and turning into a crystal rainbow and dispersing.
The bell of Xundu Academy was struck, and the sound echoed throughout Xundu, attracting millions of Xun fans to stop and look in the distance.
Master Yi Yan personally entered the palace to meet King Huan, as well as the Prime Minister and the Grand Historian, and placed his first move, the first step in his plan for conquering the world.
All the scholars, sages, disciples and students of the academy who were originally scattered all over the country returned within a few months and gathered in Xundu. Xundu Academy had not seen such a grand scene for many years.
The academies and schools, which had been fighting with each other endlessly and even had deep hatred for each other and did not recognize any other schools of thought or sages except the Three Saints, have come together again.
The sixth teacher of Xundu Academy, holding the jade slips of preaching, opened a new chapter for Xundu Academy and literature.
When princes, shamans, qigong practitioners, alchemists and other practitioners stepped into the human world one after another, demons and monsters began to cultivate virtue and skills, confuse all living beings, and want to transform into gods.
Under the edict of the King of Dahuan, temples of Emperor Longqiu were built all over Dahuan. The grand temple attracted the attention of many people. The layout and actions of Emperor Longqiu could not help but attract the attention of those who were paying attention to the changes in Shinto.
What happened quietly and without making a big fuss was that, along with the Confucian Temple of Xundu Academy not far away, all the academies, private schools and public schools, big and small, began to worship the Three Saints and the various philosophers.
The Three Saints and various philosophers and sages were placed on the altar and enjoyed the incense from all living beings.
When a large number of disciples and students of the academy, either teaching or governing a region, have outstanding merits, they will naturally be able to receive inspiration from the gods. The decrees of the gods of the earth will leap out from under the earth, waiting for their merits to be fulfilled. They will be deified after their death and will also be able to enjoy the incense of the saints in the Confucian Temple together.
Although most of them are land gods, city gods, or unknown gods of mountains, rivers and veins, and few of them can become the masters of famous mountains and rivers, their numbers far exceed those of cultivators.