Two Realms: Starting with transmitting the Taiping Jing to Zhang Jiao

"Where is the light coming from so late at night?"

Huangfu Song stood in the army, looking up at the sky with surprise and uncertainty. The six-colored clouds in the sky were like a canopy, swirling and pressing down, replacing the starlight and moonlight.

Huangfu Song was dumbfounded, with only one thought in his mind.

"When the nation is in chaos, monsters and evil spirits arise!"

Because the cloud wasn't stationary; it was drifting towards Guangzong.

This bizarre scene brought a brief pause to the blood-soaked battlefield, giving the Yellow Turban army a chance to catch their breath. They pushed rolling stones and hot oil down the city wall, barely managing to force the Han army back.

This unexpected turn of events cast a shadow over Huangfu Song's face.

On the city wall, Zhao Hong almost wanted to roar to the sky to vent his inner pent-up emotions.

However, the Yellow Turban army in Guangzong City still couldn't shake off the heavy burden in their hearts. They could repel the Han army's attack once, but what about the second and third time?

The Yellow Turban Army in the city was reduced to only the elderly and children.

Zhao Hong knew this too. Seeing that the Han army, which had been driven back outside the city, was still in formation, with banners waving and a dark mass gathering again, his face twitched, and he clenched his fists and tears fell.

Why is it that this world simply won't allow them to live?

"Commander... Commander! The cloud is coming!" The Yellow Turban warrior beside him suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted loudly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Hong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sudden gust of wind rising up under the city of Guangzong. The wind howled and swept across the sky under the misty clouds, with sand and stones flying everywhere. The dust storm completely disrupted the Han army's formation.

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The wind blew the flags on the city wall, making them flutter loudly, even drowning out the drums of the Han army.

Tens of thousands of Han soldiers looked up, trying to get a better look, but the wind and sand made it impossible for them to open their eyes. This oppressive fear, as if facing the might of heaven and earth, made them retreat and stagger, unable to maintain their formation no matter how much the messenger shouted.

Amidst the sandstorm, Huangfu Song nearly ground his teeth to powder. He knew that he would not be able to capture Guangzong City today.

Just as they were about to sound the retreat, a series of shouts, almost in terror, rose from the ranks of the army.

"There's someone under the clouds!"

Huangfu Song's heart skipped a beat. He squinted at the direction of the commotion and saw a black dot appear on the horizon of the southern plain.

The black dot moved very slowly, gradually revealing a human shape—a Taoist priest in a blue robe.

Behind the Taoist priest was a constantly rising six-colored aura, with countless wisps of rosy light shining from his body, swirling and piling up before shooting straight into the sky like smoke signals.

Huangfu Song seemed to know how those sky-covering clouds had appeared...

In an instant, almost everyone on the battlefield was stunned.

They had never seen such magnificent clouds.

In their view, this was a technique only gods could possess in folk tales.

At this moment, the blue-robed Taoist surrounded by countless clouds seemed to be a deity from a folk tale.

The belief in divine prophecies and apocryphal texts was prevalent during the Han Dynasty, and many soldiers knelt on the ground in fear, praying for the gods to appease their anger.

They didn't even know why the gods came or why they were angry!

"It's just a few tricks to deceive you; let's capture this evil Taoist!"

Huangfu Song, completely disregarding his image, gripped the wooden railing and issued military orders to the Han soldiers, his voice even carrying an indescribable fear.

He realized that the Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared was headed for the city occupied by the chaotic army ahead!

Under the commander's orders, some burly Han soldiers finally picked up their weapons with trembling hands, but under the thousand-meter-long glow of the sunset, they couldn't even get within ten meters of the Taoist priest.

"I have no intention of killing, please do not stop me."

The Taoist waved his hand lightly, and a wave of energy, like an angry dragon, flew out from his sleeve, blowing dozens of burly soldiers in front of him off their feet.

"A celestial being has descended to earth! It's truly a celestial being descending to earth!" Exclamations of surprise rang out from the Han army ranks.

The banners were broken and the horses' hooves thundered, but no matter how much Huangfu Song shouted, no soldier dared to draw their weapons against the Taoist priest.

Wherever the Taoist priest passed, the soldiers along the way were forced to retreat, as if a dark cloud had been forcibly torn in two.

Amidst the gazes of tens of thousands, the Taoist priest, bathed in rosy light, slowly walked to the foot of Guangzong City and looked at Zhao Hong, who stood dumbfounded on the city wall.

Zhao Hong recognized the blue-robed Taoist priest. Twenty-five years ago, at the ancient temple, he was the first person to give him hope for life.

But once he recognized her, Zhao Hongcai became even more terrified.

Twenty-five years have passed, and the Taoist's appearance and demeanor have remained unchanged!

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice trembling:

"Why has the immortal master come here?"

"I came here to see an old friend and to bid him farewell."

A very calm sound echoed throughout Guangzong City, and the closed city gates roared open.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who opened the door looked at him with a pious yet fearful gaze.

Yi Chuan walked slowly into the city without looking to the side.

Zhao Hong was also unable to get close due to Guangxia's imposing presence, and followed cautiously behind her.

"Commander, who is he?" A child wearing a yellow turban asked Zhao Hong in a low voice, tugging at his sleeve.

Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, then his expression became extremely complicated:

"He is the Yellow Heaven that the Heavenly General spoke of—the Savior of the World!"

Meanwhile, the Han army outside the city looked at each other in bewilderment. The city gates were open and not yet closed, which was a perfect opportunity to take Guangzong City in one fell swoop, but they dared not make the slightest move.

Huangfu Song hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not order an attack on the city.

He vaguely guessed who the old friend the Taoist was referring to was.

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This was the first time Yi Chuan had seen this great man, the Heavenly General and the Great Teacher, in twenty-five years.

His hair was gray, and he lay on the bed like a withered tree trunk. He could only get up with the help of the Yellow Turban Warriors beside him.

The room was filled with the smell of herbs and decay.

He looked at Yi Chuan, as if he understood something, a flicker of emotion appeared in his cloudy eyes, and a childlike smile appeared on his lips.

"Master, you've arrived."

With just that one sound, the clouds surrounding Yi Chuan froze.

"I'm late."

Yi Chuan stepped forward and shook Zhang Jiao's hand.

He sensed that this great and wise teacher was lighter than Bai Ze, and that his vital energy was like a candle flickering in the wind, with only a tiny spark left to burn out.

"Unfortunately, I still cannot bring peace to this world."

With Yi Chuan's help, Zhang Jiao finally staggered to his feet. His cloudy eyes seemed to see through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood outside the city, and through this burly man amidst the flames of war.

"Master, tell me, did I really do the right thing?"

Zhang Jiao turned to look at Yi Chuan: "I gave this world hope, but this hope did not allow them to live. Instead, it dragged countless people into death."

His gaze finally turned south, tinged with melancholy.

That's the direction of Luoyang, the capital of the Han Dynasty.

"And in the end, I didn't kill it."

Yi Chuan calmly looked at the old man who was nearing the end of his life, and it seemed as if the image of that arrogant and confused young man from Lutang Zhizhong twenty-five years ago appeared before his eyes again.

"There will always be bloodshed," he said.

Zhang Jiao was taken aback upon hearing this, then turned around, a smile spreading across his deeply lined face: "Master, you came for this nine-section staff, didn't you?"

He raised the nine-section staff and handed it to Yi Chuan.

"If it were you, Master, what choice would you make?"