Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

She took out several divination sticks from her sleeve and held them in her hand. At the same time, Jing Yuan also displayed Lin Si's photo and various information on the conference screen.

"Look at this young friend,"

"Is he truly the one chosen by the Emperor's Bow?"

Chapter 39 General Tian Shu has arrived; the game is not yet halfway through, but the outcome is already decided.

On the screen of light, the divination sticks illuminated by the divination light moved automatically without any wind.

Three divination sticks spun in the air. Yao Guang closed her eyes, her fingers gently tracing the horoscope. She was waiting, waiting for the divination results to appear on their own.

Then, her expression changed.

It wasn't a change that was expected; it was an unexpected turn of events.

A pure, unadulterated accident.

Has her divination skills improved again?

No, this is not something she can calculate.

This is divination of 'oneself,' speaking.

On the light screen, the image began to distort.

A distant voice came, as if from a very far place, or as if it were rising from the depths of everyone's heart.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, carrying the unique tone of a storyteller, yet more composed than any other storyteller.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will not discuss General Jingyuan's ingenious use of a series of attacks, nor will we discuss General Feixiao's solo breakthrough of the formation."

The conference room fell silent.

The storyteller's figure slowly appeared.

The face and clothing were indistinct; only a blurry outline could be seen.

He seemed to be sitting in a corner of a teahouse, with a cup of tea and a fan in front of him.

People only say that the will of Heaven is hard to defy, but they don't know that even outside of Heaven, there is still the human heart.

"Today I will tell you a story of a young hero who played a game of chess with the heavens and won by half a move."

The images on the light screen began to change.

In the midst of chaos, a white-haired youth sat in a wheelchair, with a chessboard in front of him. The chessboard was enormous, as large as the entire world.

His hair was very white, but his face was very young, as if he had just turned eighteen.

Opposite him, countless figures were constantly changing.

There are humans, there are non-humans, there are physical entities, and there are phantoms.

Faces and figures, like countless tributaries of destiny, converge before that chessboard.

"This boy was intelligent from a young age, but he was born prematurely and became disabled in both legs, confining him to a wheelchair."

People say this child's fate is full of hardship, but they don't know that while Heaven's ways may be flawed, the human heart can mend them. Though the body cannot travel, the mind can traverse ten thousand miles.

Fei Xiao's eyes were focused, Huai Yan leaned forward slightly, Xuan Quan straightened up a bit, and General Xu Ling's figure stopped swaying, as if he were listening.

Jing Yuan's expression was calm, but something was faintly shining deep in his eyes.

Marshal Hua remained expressionless, but his eyes appeared even deeper than usual.

The old man continued his storytelling, his voice becoming more passionate.

"This young man uses a wheelchair as his horse and his disabled body as his boat to travel among people and roam the world."

"With unwavering resolve, even unto death, they imbued the hunting expedition with the spirit of 'justice'!"

"From then on, the young man played a game of chess with the heavens."

The storyteller's tone became distant and lingering.

"With a single move, youthful spirit is displayed, a desire to rival the heavens."

On the light screen, the boy moves the first chess piece.

There was no one on the other side of the chessboard.

But everyone could sense that something was sitting there.

"The loss of my two sons reflects the plight of the people; I am willing to bear the burden of this nation with my own life."

The second piece moves.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, a figure appeared faintly. Its face and form were indistinct; one could only sense that it was sitting there.

"The passing of the torch from generation to generation signifies that even in death, the will endures."

The third piece moves.

The storyteller's voice became more passionate.

"Four sons, five sons, six sons, one son after another, each son is the life of this young man, each son is the heart of this young man!"

The images on the screen began to speed up.

The boy's movements became faster and faster, the game became more and more complex, and the figure on the opposite side of the chessboard was constantly changing.

One after another, they appeared in succession.

Some figures are warm, some are cold, some are as heavy as mountains, and some are as ethereal as a gentle breeze.

The storyteller's voice suddenly became low and deep.

"Heaven has its rules, and man has his destiny. The young man played a game of chess with Heaven, and Heaven gave him a nine-piece handicap."

The image suddenly became clear.

The white-haired youth sat in a wheelchair, his long, slender fingers steadily holding a chess piece suspended in mid-air.

On the chessboard, the situation has reached its most critical moment.

The figures on the opposite side kept changing, and with each change, the game changed.

But no matter how things changed, the boy's pieces remained firmly planted on the board, and not a single piece was ever captured by the opponent.

The storyteller's voice echoed.

"In the middle of the game, the heavens dropped the last piece. The whole board was alive, except for one corner, which was the fate of the young man."

But the white-haired youth smiled.

He pushed the chess piece forward, and the game instantly changed.

"General."

The moment the chess piece was placed on the board, a towering figure slowly appeared behind him.

The figure was so large that it almost burst through the edge of the light curtain.

He did not speak, and He never speaks.

He simply held a longbow, the bowstring already drawn taut.

On the bowstring, a beam of light condensed and took shape, its dazzling light seemingly illuminating the entire universe.

The light arrow shot out towards the constantly shifting figures on the opposite side of the chessboard.

The image freezes here.

The storyteller's voice rang out for the last time.

"With boundless hatred and limitless conquest, we roam the stars, eradicating evil with righteousness. Our arrows are ready, and our might shakes the four directions!"

"General Tian Shu has arrived. The game is not even halfway through, but the outcome is already decided."

The conference room was deathly silent.

The images on the light screen faded away, leaving only the divination sticks in Yao Guang's hand, still slightly warm.

Feixiao was the first to speak.

"General Tian Shu?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, like someone who had been walking in the desert for a long time and suddenly saw water.

"Since the Immortal Ship began its journey, it has never held the title of General Tian Shu."

"To play chess against Heaven, one can win by half a move..."

General Huaiyan muttered to himself.

"Justice...whose game is this child playing?"

Xuan Quan's voice rang out, as cold and clear as ever.

"The figure on the other side of the chessboard is the Star God."

"More than one."

The conference room fell silent again.

Yao Guang looked down at the slightly warm divination stick in his hand, his fingers gently stroking the patterns on the stick.