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

A murderous intent erupted without warning from the far west.

Those were several pure imperial wills, powerful enough to tear the heavens apart, extending out and projecting from afar.

Cold, indifferent, and with an irresistible, ruthless decisiveness.

Zhang Jiao, who was using his abilities in the void in an attempt to capture Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

They had to devote most of their attention to that far western land, guarding against the source of those murderous auras.

even so.

Zhang Jiao's offensive did not stop.

The celestial book, controlled by his mind, rustled in the void, and with each page turned, a Dao rune appeared.

The Daoist soldier's nine-section staff was also emitting a deafening hum. Wherever the torrent of laws passed, the void collapsed and the laws broke apart inch by inch.

It was as if they wanted to completely erase that area from the world.

Faced with such a deadly move...

The imperial seal that was floating above the head of the departing Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi suddenly shone with an immortal radiance!

"Clang!"

Even more so, the swords rang out with passionate cries, slashing towards the torrent of laws.

With the seal and sword joined together.

Both simultaneously unleashed unparalleled imperial power.

With mutual support, they launched a fierce attack!

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart, resounded throughout.

The four imperial weapons—the Heavenly Book, the Nine-Seal Staff, the Imperial Seal, and the Imperial Sword—collided directly and savagely in the void!

That was not a simple contest of strength.

Rather, it is a clash of laws, an annihilation of order.

The earth-shattering power erupted instantly, forming a chaotic sphere of light that devoured the space within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Even the spatial rift in front of Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bing was affected by such a terrifying impact...

It also instantly became extremely unstable and could collapse completely at any moment.

The figure of Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi was completely engulfed by that destructive light.

far away.

Even though the old Taoist priest in black robes had foreseen the danger and retreated a great distance in advance, he was still affected by the terrifying aftershocks of the collision of the imperial paths.

He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and he tumbled more than a dozen times in the void, his face filled with horror.

"Is this... the clash between the pinnacle realms of the Imperial Path?"

"Truly...it's astonishing even to ghosts and gods!"

The old Taoist priest muttered to himself, his eyes filled with awe.

As the sounds of the collision slowly faded away...

Zhang Mu and Zhang Jiao both turned their gazes to the space that had completely collapsed.

There.

Where is Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi now?

They only see.

After breaking through the spatial barrier, the Imperial Seal and Imperial Sword transformed into two streams of light and disappeared into it in the blink of an eye.

Clearly, even with Zhang Jiao, a giant of Taoism in the world, intervening at a crucial moment...

Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi left safely, albeit with some close calls.

He retreated decisively.

They even went so far as to use both of their supreme imperial weapons to cover the rear, in order to ensure their own absolute safety.

Zhang Jiao withdrew his gaze, showing no sign of annoyance.

For this Taoist master who has lived for a very long time, temporary gains and losses can no longer shake his Taoist resolve.

Zhang Jiao simply cast his deep gaze once again toward the far west of the Han territory.

That's where the real threat lies.

Although King Xuanzu Liu Bingyi has left.

However, those few bursts of imperial killing intent, powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, have not yet dissipated.

They are like several invisible swords hanging in the sky, still locking onto this world from afar, exuding a suffocating chill.

Zhang Mu, who was standing to the side, also felt those condensed and tangible killing intents.

He naturally couldn't stand idly by and let Zhang Jiao face the situation alone.

"Do you all wish to fight?"

Zhang Mu's voice was not loud, and even carried a hint of calm, but beneath the calm lay a chilling killing intent.

As they spoke, Zhang Mu confronted the imperial will of the far west from afar, and an incomparably domineering aura erupted from his body.

"If you want war!"

"Then today, let's fight to the death!"

Zhang Mu's words were resounding and echoed throughout the entire world!

This statement came out.

The three emperor incarnations that had been hovering silently behind Zhang Mu—the Emperor Sword Emperor, the Dragon Stele Empress, and the emperor incarnation wielding the Panlong Emperor Staff—stepped forward and came directly to Zhang Mu and Zhang Jiao's side.

They stood in a row, side by side with Zhang Mu!

A terrifying aura erupted uncontrollably from the three of them, like a flood bursting its banks.

The Emperor Sword King's body was filled with sword intent that soared to the heavens, as if he wanted to sever the space-time of eternity.

Empress Longbei possessed a noble yet aloof demeanor, and her gaze reflected the rise and fall of dynasties and the ebb and flow of all living beings.

The emperor wielding the Panlong Emperor's Staff exuded an overwhelming aura of dominance.

The Emperor's Staff in his hand trembled slightly, and a heavy aura, enough to crush eternity, spread out.

In an instant.

Two opposing imperial powers, separated by endless time and space, formed a direct confrontation in the void!

On one side are Zhang Mu, Zhang Jiao, and the three emperors incarnate, representing one of the most powerful forces in this world.

the other side.

It was a few mysterious, unseen killing intents from the far west, cold and powerful.

The collision of their energies was like two invisible star fields colliding in the void.

The ripples caused the nine enormous phantom images of the Nine Cauldrons suspended above the land to tremble violently.

The illusory image of the cauldron emitted a humming sound as if it were about to collapse under the strain.

This silent standoff and the extremely oppressive atmosphere made the old Taoist priest in black robes, who had just climbed up from the void, feel his heart leap into his throat.

He felt that every breath he took became incredibly heavy, as if a tremendous burden was pressing down on him.

He muttered something under his breath:

"Peace is of paramount importance!"

"If a war really breaks out, the imperial tombs... might get involved too!"

The old Taoist priest's voice was very soft, so soft that only he himself could hear it.

In this deathly silent space where even the air seemed to have frozen, his voice clearly reached Zhang Mu's ears.

Zhang Mu's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at the old Taoist priest in black robes.

Although in Zhang Mu's eyes, this old Taoist's strength was only comparable to the "Dao Sect Realm" of the Martial Aspect Realm.

but.

To be able to remain unscathed in the very heart of this clash of imperial auras, and even dare to offer words of advice for reconciliation...

This in itself speaks volumes.

He was by no means an ordinary Taoist priest!

After a moment's thought, Zhang Mu looked once again toward the far west.

He could sense the killing intent emanating from those imperial auras, which did not diminish in the slightest despite his forceful response.

Instead, it became even more refined, as if it could unleash a devastating attack at any moment.

See here.

Zhang Mu took a slow breath.

The chaotic world within his body trembled slightly, and wisps of purple energy were drawn out from the depths and instantly surged into his limbs and bones, pushing Zhang Mu's blood and qi to an unprecedented extreme!

"You...don't pressure the pastor, call the parents!"

Zhang Mu's lips moved slightly, and he muttered something to himself in a voice only he could hear.

next moment.

Behind him and the three incarnations of the emperors, a magnificent and extraordinary scene of a blazing sun piercing the sky was formed.

It was clearly just an unusual phenomenon, but when that crimson sun appeared, it became the only one of its kind in the world.

Faced with the extraordinary phenomenon of the blazing sun in the sky, the phenomenon of the true dragon lying dead, which was born from the heavens and earth's response to the fall of the emperor, vanished like bubbles.

The tragic scene of heaven and earth weeping blood was replaced by an endless golden wheat field that suddenly appeared in the void.

The wheat field swayed gracefully amidst the clash of imperial auras from Zhang Mu and Zhang Jiao, and from the far west, as if it could be destroyed at any moment.

but.

An autumn wind blew in amidst the strange phenomenon in the wheat field...

A light and shadow, not tall or majestic, but full of radiance, slowly emerged from the distant horizon.

He was waving his hand gently, as if he were saying something.

No one could hear what He was saying.

However, the illusory image of the Nine Cauldrons, which was sheltered above the land and was trembling under the clash of the two imperial auras, seemed to have received some kind of support and gradually stabilized.

Followed by.

Then something even more incredible happened.

Ahead of His light and shadow, golden wheat fields stretched out to form a golden avenue.

His figure ascended upon it.

It lacked both the imposing imperial power and unparalleled elegance.

He then slowly proceeded towards the far west of the Han territory.

But with each step He took, the vision of the wheat field changed constantly with the seasons.

One step taken, and the seasons change.

In the blink of an eye, spring and autumn have passed.

From the vast East China Sea to the westernmost reaches of the Han territory...

Zhang Mu saw it clearly.

His figure traveled 2,170 steps. [221-1949 BCE]

There was no grand scene of leaping across the world in one step, nor any supernatural power of shrinking the distance to an inch.

but.

Just as His figure paused, hovering above the far west of the Han territory.

Those powerful, earth-shattering imperial killing intents that had been projected from afar were as if gently brushed away by an invisible hand, vanishing without a trace!

"It is Him!"

The Emperor Sword Sovereign's avatar gazed at His figure from afar and let out a sigh.

"I am fortunate to share His origins in China!"

"I'm also glad I didn't live in the same era as Him!"

"I can execute emperors and bury them, but only before Him..."

The Dragon Stele Empress, in her avatar, took over the unfinished words of the Emperor Sword Sovereign, speaking in a cold voice: "Before Him, there are no emperors or sovereigns!"

"In His eyes..."

"Emperors are the bones, kings and nobles are like dirt!"

The voice of the emperor wielding the Panlong Emperor's Staff rang out, "The era of emperors and sovereigns has ended in His hands."

"If He becomes emperor, all emperors will revere Him!"

"If He were not Emperor..."

"None of the emperors dared to claim supremacy!"

"Born in response to the times and defying the decline of the Yellow Emperor, the peaceful and prosperous era He created is far beyond my reach!"

When the three emperors uttered these words, they did not turn their backs to Zhang Jiao, who was standing beside them.

These words left Zhang Jiao utterly astonished, and he stared in shock at His retreating figure.

Just then.

With the imperial killing intent directed at Zhang Mu and Zhang Jiao completely vanished...

The figure vanished silently from the sky above the Han territory, as if it had never existed.

Only the strange image of the golden wheat field remained, slowly fading away in the wind.

Peace returned to the world.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Young friend Koji..."

a long time.

Zhang Jiao's voice rang out, carrying an unprecedented solemnity and confusion.

He turned to look at Zhang Mu, wanting to ask a question.

He wanted to ask, who was that figure?

Why does a mere projection of light onto the world possess such incredible power?

Facing that beam of light and shadow...

Zhang Jiao had to admit that even as one of the top figures in the Daoist sect of his time, he felt a deep-seated urge to worship that figure and wanted to kneel before it.

but.

The words were on the tip of Zhang Jiao's tongue, but he stopped himself.

Because Zhang Jiao realized that the question he was about to ask seemed to contain some kind of taboo.

Even though he asked.

They also cannot accurately ask "Who is He?"

then.

Zhang Jiao suppressed the original question and changed it to another one.

"Could you tell the old Taoist priest... what He just said?"

Zhang Jiao couldn't hear what His figure said.

It seems that there are many causes and effects of time between him and Zhang Jiao.

It was as if, once His words were spoken, this entire world would be unable to bear them.

Zhang Mu looked at Zhang Jiao, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Old Taoist priest with the ox-nose, what did he say?"

"All I can tell you is—"

"He only said four words."

"but."

"Those four words, however, are more..."

As Zhang Mu spoke, he pointed to the Imperial Seal of the Nation held in the hands of the Dragon Stele Empress.

"It carries more weight than the eight characters engraved on it."

Zhang Jiao looked in the direction Zhang Mu pointed, his gaze falling on the imperial seal that symbolized the ultimate imperial power and carried the destiny of heaven and earth.

What came into his view.

Those eight ancient and majestic characters were prominently displayed:

"By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous."

Looking at these eight words...

Zhang Jiao's pupils constricted sharply, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and disbelief. He wasn't shocked by the weight of the eight characters on the imperial seal, but rather by something he couldn't even imagine...

Under the whole heaven and earth, what four words can surpass these eight words?

"By the mandate of Heaven, may your reign be long and prosperous"—this is not only the highest symbol of the orthodox imperial way, but also the supreme ruler, the highest in the world.

Zhang Jiao felt that his worldview had been impacted like never before.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, trying to figure out what those four words were.

but.

No matter how hard Zhang Jiao racked his brains, he still couldn't come up with a single clue.

"Time's almost up..."

Just as Zhang Jiao was lost in thought because of Zhang Mu's words, the avatar of the Emperor Sword King suddenly sighed beside him.

then.

His figure began to become ethereal, as if it might disappear at any moment.

His aura of imperial power, which was once earth-shattering, was now becoming faintly visible.

Faced with this situation, the Emperor Sword Sovereign's incarnation seemed to have anticipated it.

He showed no sign of panic, but simply nodded slightly to Zhang Mu as a farewell.

It disappeared at the same time.

There are also incarnations of the Dragon Stele Empress and the Panlong Emperor's Staff.

They came suddenly, and they left suddenly.

Not long after.

Only Zhang Mu, Zhang Jiao, and the still-shaken old Taoist priest in black robes remained, standing silently in the void.

Zhang Mu's gaze was fixed on the spot where the three emperor avatars had disappeared, his eyes deep and calm.

he knows.

They did not truly disappear.

Instead, it returned to the pillar of the chaotic world within its own body, awaiting its next summons.