Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

As the phantom of the Overlord strolled along the golden avenue, he naturally felt the gazes cast upon him from all corners of the Great Han Dynasty.

Those gazes held awe, curiosity, greed, and calculation...

but.

To him at this moment, all of this was insignificant.

He ignored it.

As his double pupils flickered, he concealed his face, and his figure became increasingly blurred.

It was about to fall.

The current Overlord phantom only wants to return to the homeland that gave him birth and nurtured him, the land he fought for most of his life but could never set foot on before his death.

There lie his childhood memories, his initial dreams, the blood and sweat he shed, and the promises he failed to keep.

Everything else was insignificant to him at that moment.

If someone is foolish enough to stop him...

The illusory image of the Overlord did not mind burning its last remaining sparks of will, taking those who blocked its path with it on its journey to annihilation.

This is both a domineering declaration and a silent warning.

The phantom of the Overlord walked along the golden road, while Zhang Mu, who had just exchanged a glance with the same double-pupiled gaze, found himself in an unfamiliar world.

In the void.

The black mist churned and roared, like ferocious black dragons dancing wildly.

Below, the black tide surged like waves, emitting a deafening roar, as if it would swallow and submerge everything.

Everywhere the eye could see were purple-gold terracotta warriors and menacing imperial tomb generals.

Those terracotta warriors were cast entirely from purple gold, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, and each one exuded an astonishing aura of killing intent.

Those Yin generals were clad in tattered armor, wielding rusted weapons, exuding a chilling killing intent that was utterly terrifying.

"What am I doing...?"

Zhang Mu looked down.

He then realized that he was holding a weapon in his hand.

The weapon's appearance was exactly the same as the Imperial Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

Before Zhang Mu could figure out the situation...

He then saw "himself" move.

It was an instinctive action completely beyond his control, as if he were merely an observer, a soul residing in a powerful body.

Wherever the halberd went, countless purple-gold terracotta warriors and imperial tomb generals were killed on the spot like rain.

Wherever the halberd passed, the void collapsed, and those seemingly powerful beings crumbled and disintegrated like clay sculptures under the aftershocks of the halberd's light.

In an instant.

Zhang Mu then understood his situation.

It was that initial eye contact that allowed the Overlord's phantom to immerse him in everything he experienced after storming into the black mist portal, all from a first-person perspective.

This is an incredibly real, even brutal, experience.

He was not only "seeing" the experience, but also "feeling" it.

A glimpse of a corner of the mausoleum appears, with Qin Shi Huang's image on the stele. Another statue of the Overlord, also with double pupils and wielding the same weapon, also appears...

Behind the black mist portal, the scenes that the Overlord's phantom encountered unfolded before Zhang Mu's eyes.

Every frame is filled with blood and fire, and the clash of power and laws.

Later on...

Zhang Mu saw nine dazzling drops of blood, seemingly imbued with the supreme imperial aura, fly from the river of time and enter the body of the Overlord's phantom.

Those nine drops of blood seemed to possess their own life.

Upon entering the Overlord's body, it unleashed unparalleled power, causing the Overlord's phantom to instantly surge in its originally dim aura, as if it had returned to its peak.

With the help of nine drops of imperial blood.

The phantom of the Overlord engaged in the final battle of the Imperial Way with another Overlord.

That was a duel that would go down in history.

Every collision was like a galaxy exploding, every clash made the heavens and earth pale in comparison.

During the battle, the blood of the Emperor was exhausted drop by drop.

With each drop consumed, the power of the Overlord's phantom weakens by one point.

at last.

With only one drop left...

The illusory image of the Overlord seized the fleeting opportunity, thrusting out the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd at an incredible angle, and with difficulty and decisiveness, killed his opponent.

His opponent's desperate counterattack also dealt him a heavy blow.

The halberd pierced through the illusory image of the Overlord's forehead, leaving a shocking bloody hole.

"so."

"Is this what happened after the Overlord's phantom broke into the black mist portal?"

As he murmured to himself, Zhang Mu instantly understood the reason behind the Overlord's phantom's words, "I have not been defeated" and "How can I talk about resurrection?"

Slay the blood-soaked body of another self created by the imperial tomb!

The phantom of the Overlord was indeed not defeated!

He slayed not only another version of himself, but also an existence formed from his own flesh and blood, his malevolent thoughts, and his past.

To slay oneself and surpass oneself is itself a manifestation of invincibility.

As for resurrection...

The original owner of that drop of imperial blood existed long ago, and he is still alive and well.

If the original self did not die, how can we talk about rebirth through a drop of blood?

If rebirth through a drop of blood truly brings forth a brand new Hegemon-King of Western Chu...

This is tantamount to denying the Western Chu Overlord who extended a helping hand and bestowed nine drops of imperial blood in the past.

After all, that one was the original, the very first Hegemon of Western Chu.

In the long river of time, if two Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, existed simultaneously from different eras, who knows what would happen?

perhaps……

Zhang Mu used his double pupils to glance at the slain Overlord Blood Molt. The scene then might be worse and more terrifying than today's battle between the two Overlords.

After Zhang Mu figured all this out...

He suddenly noticed that the imperial weapon, the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, flew out of his hand on its own.

It struck the corpse of the Overlord Blood Molt as precisely as a black lightning bolt ripped through the void.

After cutting open its heart, the remains that originally belonged to its owner were directly taken into the Imperial Weapon.

Before Zhang Mu could figure out the purpose of the Imperial Weapon Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, he noticed that his vision had returned to normal.

Followed by.

What appeared before him was...

It was the anxious expression of his close friend Guo Jia, who was trapped in place; it was the drop of imperial blood floating in front of him; and it was a golden road stretching for an unknown length.

Zhang Mu still hadn't figured out what had happened.

"Buzz!"

A clear, resonant hum sounded in his ears, like the voice of the Great Dao.

He watched as the drop of imperial blood trembled slightly, then, as if summoned, flew into his body and appeared in the blood aperture space.

"boom!"

That drop of imperial blood was like a blazing sun falling from the heavens. As soon as it descended into the blood aperture space, it was like a great sun hanging high in the sky.

It unleashed countless strands of blood energy carrying the majesty of the imperial way, like thousands of true dragons dancing, causing towering blood waves to surge in the blood aperture space, as if to overturn the entire space.

Not only that.

Zhang Mu noticed that after the Blood Aperture Space received the blood energy replenished by the Blood of the Emperor, its internal space was expanding at a terrifying speed.

If we were to compare his previous blood aperture space to a lake...

So.

The Blood Aperture Space is now evolving into a sea area.

It was boundless; his mind could not perceive its end.

Thinking of this.

Zhang Mu couldn't help but think of the great fortune that "He" had bestowed upon him when he first encountered the terracotta warriors on their night march, a fortune that allowed the Ink Aperture Space to be upgraded to "Literary Palace Cave Heaven" ahead of schedule.

Could it be?

Today, thanks to the gift of this drop of imperial blood from the Overlord of Western Chu, my own Blood Aperture Space will also be transformed into the Blood Sea Life Domain.

Just then.

Zhang Mu suddenly felt that the sage figures he had created in the outside world had all vanished into thin air without his permission.

"Um?"

This sudden and shocking change made Zhang Mu instinctively want to pull his mind out of the transforming blood aperture space and look out to see what had happened.

however.

Before Zhang Mu could take such action...

He then discovered that his Wen Palace Cave Heaven had unexpectedly descended into the airspace above the Blood Aperture Space, hanging high alongside that drop of Imperial Blood.

Two completely different power systems and two completely different spaces are now coexisting in an incredible way.

Next.

Zhang Mu then saw that in each of the pavilions and palaces formed by literary energy within the Wengong Cave Heaven, the figures of sages emerged and descended into the Blood Aperture Space.

They took a single step, traversing spatial distances, and appeared in every direction of the Blood Aperture Space.

"What is the purpose of this 'sage's shadow form'?"

Zhang Mu did not understand his meaning and could only guess in secret.

"Is this to assist the Bloodline of the Emperor in forging the Blood Sea Domain, allowing the Blood Aperture Space to complete its advancement ahead of schedule?"

But in the next moment.

Zhang Mu's divine sense, which had been projected into the Blood Aperture Space, suddenly stopped.

Because he was shocked to see it.

The literary palaces and grottoes that the sages left behind are actually dissolving!

The palaces and pavilions within are melting away like ice and snow.

It collapsed, disintegrated, and vanished silently!

The literary energy within the Wengong Cave Heaven overflowed like a floodgate being opened, filling the entire Blood Aperture Space.

It began to engage in an unprecedented and profound fusion with every wisp of blood and energy within it.

Initially, the blood and the literary seemed incompatible, repelling each other and causing a fierce conflict.

But soon.

Under the influence of the supreme pressure of the Imperial Blood and the guidance of the sacred aura of the Sage's Shadow...

Two completely different energies began to gradually merge, and a miraculous transformation began to occur.

Gradually.

Every wisp of blood and energy has changed.

Their color not only changed from crimson to golden red.

It has also been imbued with a touch of the noble spirit and sacred aura of literature and Taoism, becoming even more sacred and noble.

At the same time, the expansion rate of the blood aperture space is also accelerating.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

A vast and boundless sea of ​​blood, its surface shimmering with a brilliant crimson-gold light, took shape.

A powerful and vigorous surge of qi and blood erupted from it, sweeping towards Zhang Mu's body and limbs.

Under the cleansing influence of the crimson blood energy...

The Tree of Life, which was temporarily replaced by the Hua Tuo Medical Source Seed at Zhang Mu's heart due to the loss of his heart, and the ancient talisman containing strange power left by Zhang Ning were directly submerged and devoured by the crimson-gold blood energy.

in the process.

Neither the Tree of Life nor the Taoist talismans could even muster the slightest struggle.

It then completely dissipated, transforming into a part of the crimson gold blood energy.

"this……"

Upon noticing this, Zhang Mu fell silent.

Fortunately.

Without the Tree of Life and the Daoist talismans, he did not feel the danger of death, nor did he feel the slightest weakness.

Quite the opposite.

Zhang Mu even felt...

If he wanted to, he could instantly condense crimson-gold blood energy to create a brand new heart that was even more powerful than the previous one.

however.

Zhang Mu did not do that.

His instincts told him that letting the transforming Blood Aperture Space and the dissolving Scripture Cave Heaven do as they pleased might be the best option.

If he rashly intervenes in this process, breaking this delicate balance...

This could very likely lead to unexpected changes.

"Gongzhi, what's wrong with you...?"

Above the Xiongnu royal court.

Guo Jia, who was closest to Zhang Mu, looked at his dear friend, whose body was shrouded in crimson-gold blood energy and whose aura was as unfathomable as a vast ocean...

His eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment, and he couldn't help but ask a question.

"Fengxiao, there's no obstacle to your herding!"

After reassuring Guo Jia, Zhang Mu turned his attention back to the Blood Aperture Space, which was undergoing tremendous changes.

there.

Since losing his heart, he had been hovering above the Tree of Life formed from the Source Seed of Medicine, rarely returning to the Blood Aperture Space to nurture his natal divine weapon, the black halberd, which had been mostly kept above the Tree of Life. Now, it reappeared.

It let out a cheerful chirp, and like a black dragon, it roamed and traversed the vast sea of ​​crimson blood.

Influenced by the transformation of this brand-new blood aperture space...

Faint golden patterns began to appear on the originally jet-black halberd.

Those patterns are ancient and mysterious.

It seemed to contain some profound truth of heaven and earth, reflecting and creating a wonderful resonance with this newly born sea of ​​blood and golden realm.

Gazing at the dissolving Wengong Cave Heaven and the Blood Aperture Space that was almost completely transformed into the Blood Sea Life Domain, feeling the wondrous sensation brought about by the convergence and fusion of two completely different powers within his body...

Zhang Mu took a deep breath, his heart filled with uncertainty.

"Speaking of which, could it be that I achieved martial arts through the path of literature, only to have to cultivate the path of literature all over again in the end?"

Just then.

The drop of imperial blood above the Blood Aperture Space, which was as bright as the sun, suddenly shone with an even more dazzling light.

Within that light, a figure whose face was obscured but possessed double pupils capable of piercing through illusion slowly materialized.

next moment.

As if sensing something, the void deepest part of the Wengong Cave Heaven, which had not yet dissipated, cracked open.

A similarly blurry figure, even more unreal than the double-pupiled illusion, emerged simultaneously from within.

That blurry figure was none other than...

It was none other than the mysterious and unpredictable "He" who had bestowed upon Zhang Muwen the creation of the cave heaven!

"The destiny of the First Emperor?"

"An unnamed being who exists in the future, yet not in this world—do you also have high hopes for this child?"

The illusory body with double pupils stared directly at "His" existence.

His eyes were filled with solemnity, even carrying a hint of unprecedented apprehension.

The strange thing is...

Zhang Mu, whose divine sense was focused within the Blood Aperture Space, could not hear or sense anything he said.

Faced with the double-pupiled illusion's initiative to communicate...

His presence cast a downward gaze.

His gaze was unremarkable, lacking any earth-shattering power or intimidating light; it was just like the most ordinary gaze.

however.

That single glance seemed to possess a power that reached right to the source.