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

He felt at that moment.

Without deliberately drawing upon the vast amount of purple energy from the chaotic world within his body, he could still unleash a faint imperial might and deliver an imperial strike that surpassed even the Martial Aspect Realm.

"It seems... we'll have to make the daily extraction of purple blood from ferocious beasts an unshakeable routine from now on."

Thinking this way, Zhang Mu had a new thought in mind.

"I just don't know..."

"Can this Imperial Purple Blood be given to others to help them improve their strength?"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Mu chose to keep this doubt to himself for the time being, intending to verify and explore it in detail another day.

Without him.

The intense use of the sage's shadow form to fight tonight has already placed a considerable burden on his mental state.

Even though his combat power has skyrocketed and he has entered the realm of the alternative imperial path, the fatigue accumulated deep in his mind is still not something that can be resolved so quickly.

Exhausted both physically and mentally.

Zhang Mu stopped delving into the mysteries of his own path and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

Just like the technological revolutions of the past, the essence has always been the same: boiling water and throwing stones.

Even if this world has a mythical element...

However, for the strongest individuals, the fastest way to restore their spirit is still the most primitive method: sleep.

The night was quiet, and moonlight streamed through the window, casting a cool, clear glow into the room.

That night, Zhang Mu was able to sleep peacefully, a rare occurrence.

Perhaps it was because his mind was relaxed, but Zhang Mu, who was in a deep sleep, had a rare dream.

In my sleep.

Zhang Mu felt his soul detach from his physical body, breaking free from the shackles of his mortal form, and drifting into the vast and boundless chaotic world within his body.

In my dream, his figure stood amidst the vast, chaotic world, with purple energy surging and billowing in all directions.

As far as the eye can see.

Boundless and endless, with no end in sight.

Before Zhang Mu could even figure out his own situation...

He then saw countless pure purple energies traversing the vast void within the chaotic world of his dream, all pouring into the empty left side of his heart cavity.

"Sizzle!"

The rhythm of life resounds, and the power of creation arises spontaneously.

As the endless purple energy gathered, it miraculously helped him create a brand new heart.

The heart was entirely crimson purple, its surface covered with naturally formed patterns, ancient and boundless traces of chaos.

Each pulse seemed to be drawing in the flow of energy throughout the chaotic world.

not only that.

Even as the purple heart beats, life continues endlessly.

Using this chaotic purple heart as a medium, the purple energy of the entire chaotic world is continuously absorbed by it, and then drops of crystal-clear purple blood emerge from the heart cavity.

Then, it flows through the meridians of the body, irrigating the flesh, bones, and nourishing the soul.

In the blink of an eye.

In his dream, Zhang Mu realized that his physical body, blood and spirit had undergone an ultimate transformation, and he had naturally entered the Overlord Realm.

But just as Zhang Mu in his dream was trying to fully comprehend the supreme power of the Overlord Realm and feel the ultimate pressure that transcended the mortal world...

Suddenly, the world in the dream changed color.

A torrent of pitch-black demonic energy surged forth from the depths of the chaotic void...

Dark clouds obscured the sky, and demonic energy surged forth, devouring the purple aura flowing in all directions.

At the heart of that demonic mist.

A figure slowly solidified and stood still.

His appearance and body shape were exactly the same as Zhang Mu's.

In another part of his heart cavity lies a black demonic heart, radiating an aura of demonic power and slaughter.

Accompanied by the beating of the demon's heart...

Zhang Mu clearly saw that not only was black blood surging within the body of his other self, but also that the dark demonic patterns that Lu Bu had when he was possessed by demons appeared around his eyebrows and eyes.

That's fine.

What Zhang Mu found most unbelievable was that the demonic figure also exuded a terrifying aura of imperial power.

The two versions of himself appeared simultaneously in the chaotic world within his body, like the opposition between "god" and "demon," or the coexistence of creation and destruction.

Just as Zhang Mu was about to ask how this "demon body" came to be, he suddenly noticed his demonized self, and a murderous intent ignited in his eyes.

Without any explanation.

It carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, and charged straight at him in his dream.

Boom!!!

The Imperial War broke out as a result.

A deafening roar resounded throughout the chaotic world, and the aftershocks of the great battle swept across the eight directions, shaking many celestial pillars.

A chaotic, apocalyptic world reappears.

The mountains and rivers on all sides collapsed and cracked, and the purple aura scattered and dissipated.

As the earth's fire erupted, the void cracked and spread continuously.

The vast, chaotic world was riddled with cracks from the clash between the two emperors, and was on the verge of collapse.

The great battle continued endlessly, and no one knew how long it would last.

but.

Just as Zhang Mu in his dream noticed that the chaotic world within him was about to completely collapse and perish because of their great battle...

At the top of the sky, ten thousand golden rays pierced through the demonic mist and purple haze.

An ancient, red sun slowly emerged, hanging high in the sky.

The boundless and vast Daoist aura descended, enveloping the entire dilapidated and chaotic world.

A hazy, boundless, supreme figure overlooking the ages slowly emerged from the center of the red sun.

His figure was infinitely tall, transcending the constraints of time and space. His specific appearance could not be clearly seen, yet he possessed an unparalleled majesty that suppressed all the heavens.

He simply raised his hand, and the unparalleled power of the Great Dao crashed down.

In an instant.

The attacks of the two emperors were silenced, easily suppressed by His flick of the finger, leaving them unable to move an inch.

His supreme power is so great that it is neither resistable nor comprehensible.

And at the very moment the two imperial bodies were suppressed.

In his dream, Zhang Mu's gaze suddenly sharpened, his pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart, for he discovered that beside that supreme figure, there was a third "Zhang Mu" standing quietly.

This third Zhang Mu's figure was still identical to his appearance, but his temperament was completely different from that of the demon body.

In the third Zhang Mu, divinity and demonic nature were perfectly integrated, and the chaotic aura was complete and flawless.

A mocking, indifferent smile played on his lips, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he had seen through the endless cycle of reincarnation and understood all the mysteries of the Great Dao.

The scariest thing is...

The aura of Zhang Mu, the third "Chaotic Body," was ethereal and unpredictable.

Even when Zhang Mu's true form in the dream, having reached the Overlord Realm, exhausted all his divine sense to deduce and probe, he still could not see through even the slightest bit of his cultivation level.

just like……

This chaotic body of Zhang Mu has already transcended the shackles of the imperial path and stepped into another unknown and supreme realm.

"hiss!"

Affected by this, Zhang Mu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly trembled and gasped.

His eyes suddenly opened...

The lingering image of the great battle between gods and demons in his dream, and the awe-inspiring image of the supreme being suppressing the world, still remained in his eyes.

Zhang Mu sat up abruptly, not bothering to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His chest heaved violently, and he was unable to calm down from the shock of the dream.

"Is this dream foreshadowing something for Mu?" Zhang Mu murmured.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Most of the dreams of mortals are nothing but illusions and bubbles.

One can cultivate to his level.

With a solid and firm spirit, and a steadfast Dao heart, one will not enter a dream unless it is truly significant.

Such a vivid dream, full of hidden mysteries, was not created by chance.

Perhaps it reflects a corner of the future, concealing the ultimate secrets of his own path.

Mind this.

Zhang Mu subconsciously touched his empty left chest cavity, a strong impulse welling up within him—

Imitating the scenes in the dream, drawing upon the purple energy within the chaotic world, he recreated a supreme purple heart, perfecting the foundation of his imperial path.

can.

The thought had barely formed when Zhang Mu forcefully suppressed it.

Because Zhang Mu hadn't forgotten that he still had a "demon heart" in his dream.

Thinking of the demonic nature and murderous aura emanating from that "demon heart," Zhang Mu turned to look in the direction of Changshan.

"The heart that was lent out..."

"Is a heart tainted by demonic influence still my original heart?"

Or perhaps.

"Does this demon-tainted heart actually conceal another unparalleled opportunity unknown to anyone?"

Zhang Mu muttered to himself, thinking of the third chaotic form that appeared in his dream.

As my thoughts slowly settled, a ray of warm sunlight pierced through the window, spilling into the room and dispelling the lingering chill of the night.

Zhang Mu then realized that it was already dawn outside.

After calming himself down, Zhang Mu got up and pushed open the door.

Guo Jia was lounging casually against a pillar, looking languid and bored, basking in the morning sun and while away the time.

He glanced around.

The courtyard was empty; there was no sign of his younger brother, Zhang Liao.

Before Zhang Mu could even ask, Guo Jia had already turned his head.

Stop looking.

"Wen Yuan was temporarily dispatched by Uncle Jia Na to Xihe County to finalize and confirm things. He will return before noon at the latest."

As they were talking, Guo Jia's gaze shifted and fell on Zhang Mu, scrutinizing him several times, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

"That doesn't make sense!"

"Logically speaking, Gongzhi, you are now an unparalleled expert at the alternative imperial level, with a stable mind and a pure Dao heart."

"With such a level of physical prowess, how could you still sweat at night? Did you have some terrifying nightmare last night?"

After saying this, a hint of envy appeared in Guo Jia's eyes.

He shook his head and sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness and casualness.

"I envy you; at least you still have nightmares to have."

"Unlike Jia, ever since she started frequenting brothels and getting used to spending her nights in them, every night has been a gentle and beautiful dream, like spring flowers and autumn moon."

"My kidneys are strained before bed, and I can't even rest in my dreams. Alas, Jia's suffering is truly indescribable to outsiders."

Listening to my best friend's unrestrained and utterly irreverent words...

Zhang Mu immediately laughed and cursed back.

"Fengxiao, I observe that in addition to the yin-cold and deadly poison that has accumulated in your body over the years, you are also likely to have accumulated aphrodisiac."

"Since you feel physically and mentally exhausted and overwhelmed, you might as well just remove it."

"Look at me, my body, though devoid of mind, is not only unharmed, but my spiritual realm has even improved."

A single joke instantly silenced Guo Jia.

Kidney removal to abstain from sex?

Absolutely not.

For a playboy like him, if he lost his energy, what fun would he have left when he indulged in the pleasures of women?

After a moment of silence.

Guo Jia put away his playful expression, his gaze becoming serious, and asked again with earnest concern.

"Gongzhi, with your current extraordinary abilities, recreating a heart is a piece of cake, a piece of cake."

"Why does it just sit there empty? Isn't that absurd?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu smiled calmly.

"Fengxiao, my true nature has not been extinguished; it is merely temporarily residing outside."

"Whether we create it or not, whether we gain or lose, it's just a matter of waiting three months. By then, everything will have settled down."

"Three months?" Guo Jia raised his eyebrows slightly, his face showing complete bewilderment.

He was unaware of Zhang Mu's true intentions in winning over Lü Bu, and naturally could not understand the deeper meaning behind those words.

Just as Guo Jia was about to press for the reason again, a familiar aura appeared from the southern horizon of Yanmen County.

The vast and powerful energy pierced through layers of clouds and mist, heading straight for Yanmen County.

Guo Jia looked up instantly, a hint of joy on his face.

He knew then that his friend must have been looking for him at the brothel in Yingchuan but couldn't find him, so he came to Yanmen County ahead of time.

Zhang Mu's eyes also flickered slightly, and with his eyesight far surpassing that of ordinary people, he took in all the distant scenery.

In the distance, a scholar in white robes rode the wind, his figure ethereal and otherworldly, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

Beside him followed a young man in blue.

The young man was clinging tightly to the white-robed scholar's robe, and under the scholar's support, he did not fall from the sky.

He only glanced at it.

Zhang Mu was already certain that the white-robed scholar, like his close friend Guo Jia, was a true master of literature and philosophy.

The scholar who flew in from the sky seemed to sense the two powerful auras in the town general's mansion. He immediately adjusted his flight path slightly and landed directly in the air towards the town general's mansion.

"Xi Zhong and Xi Zhicai greet General Zhang!"

Before long, the scholar in white stepped into the air and landed on the ground.

He first turned to Guo Jia and nodded gently, as a sign of greeting an old friend, before turning to Zhang Mu and bowing respectfully, his demeanor neither humble nor arrogant.

The young man following closely behind quickly stepped forward, his attitude extremely respectful.

"Junior Zhuge Jin pays respects to Senior Uncle Guo!"

"Greetings, General Zhang!"

Upon seeing this, Guo Jia immediately introduced Zhang Mu and Xi Zhicai to each other in a light and natural manner.

"Gongzhi, this is Xi Zhong, Xi Zhicai, my close friends from Yingchuan, whose literary and moral cultivation surpasses that of all other scholars of their generation."

"Zhicai, this is Zhang Mu, Zhang Gongzhi. Just like you would Jia, you can address him by his courtesy name. Don't keep calling him 'General,' it makes Jia feel very awkward."

After speaking, Guo Jia bent down, reached out, and gently tugged at the corner of the young Zhuge Jin's mouth with a playful smile.

"My dear nephew, it's been so long! Have you missed your Uncle Guo?"

Upon hearing this, young Zhuge Jin frowned and replied honestly, "Uncle-Master, I only met you briefly yesterday at noon. It hasn't been long since then, so how can you say we haven't seen each other for a long time?"

"Uh... is that so?"

Guo Jia paused, his expression instantly turning awkward.

He silently withdrew his hand, coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, and then Guo Jia turned to look at Xi Zhicai beside him and couldn't help but complain to his face.

"Zhicai, how many times have I told you!"

"Don't let your good student spend all his time hanging out with Wenruo."

"Look at Ah Jin now, so old-fashioned and serious at such a young age, she has no trace of the liveliness and cuteness of a young person."

Upon hearing this, Xi Zhicai simply smiled faintly, showing no intention of refuting his old friend's teasing words.

On the contrary.

His attention was mostly focused on Zhang Mu in front of him.

From the moment he stepped into the town general's mansion, Xi Zhicai's shock never subsided.

When they were old friends, Guo Jia only said that Zhang Mu was exceptionally talented and his combat strength was at the Martial Prime realm.

But the heroic young man before me.

In Xi Zhicai's view, he was completely different from the person Guo Jia described.

The most direct and simple point is...

Xi Zhicai felt that he couldn't quite see through this person's strength.

Just standing next to Zhang Mu, he felt an inexplicable pressure.

He had only ever felt this kind of pressure when he was near the ancestral hall of the Xun family in Yingchuan.

Even the pressure from near the Xun family ancestral hall was far less intense and powerful than the pressure from being near Zhang Mu.

"This person is definitely more than just a Martial Aspect Realm cultivator!"

A thunderbolt struck Xi Zhicai's heart, and he came to a conclusion that even he found absurd.

Just as he was beginning to have doubts about his conclusion...

"Buzz!!!"

A majestic and all-encompassing imperial aura surged from Zhang Mu's body, sweeping across the entire town general's mansion!

The emperor's might was vast and boundless, like the heavens descending upon the world, like a prison descending to earth.

The entire courtyard was enveloped by boundless imperial aura, revealing not a trace of it to the outside world.

Feeling this imposing aura, Xi Zhicai trembled, slowly and laboriously raised his head to look at Zhang Mu, and exclaimed:

"The Imperial Realm... the Imperial Realm?!"

At this time.

Zhang Mu's voice came through.

"Zhicai, you seem quite interested in my cultivation level?"

The words fell.

The once overwhelming imperial aura was instantly withdrawn by Zhang Mu and vanished without a trace.

It was as if that earth-shattering imperial aura had never existed.

Looking at the shocked scholar in white, Xi Zhicai, Zhang Mu did not speak again, but gave Xi Zhicai, whose mind was still reeling, some time to process the shock.

Take advantage of this break.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on the young Zhuge Jin standing to the side.

As Zhang Mu observed the young Zhuge Jin, who remained unaffected by Zhang Mu's imperial aura and whose expression remained unchanged, a question arose in his mind.

Is this world developing in the right direction? When did Xi Zhicai become Zhuge Jin's teacher?

Although Zhang Mu did not know who Zhuge Jin's mentor was in his previous life.

but.

He knew one thing for sure: that person could not possibly be Xi Zhicai.

Judging by the timeline, Zhuge Jin's younger brother, Zhuge Liang, should have been nearly three years old by this point in time.

that……

Should I find a teacher for the young Zhuge Liang in advance, and cultivate the future Zhuge Wolong into my own team from a young age?

Thinking this, Zhang Mu glanced at Guo Jia beside him.

He remembered a saying from his past life: "If geniuses never die, the Crouching Dragon will never emerge."

But what if this genius became Zhuge Liang's teacher in this life?

What should we do then?