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

Gazing at the silence revealed by the light and shadow formed from Wang Mang's undying obsession...

Zhang Mu's eyes, which had held a faint expectation for him, gradually dimmed.

"As expected, we're not the same kind of people!"

You are simply you.

"Mu Cai is the only one."

Hearing the loneliness in Zhang Mu's tone, Wang Mang's undying obsession, watching Zhang Mu slowly land and immediately ask him some inexplicable questions, couldn't help but reveal a strange look in his eyes and said, "It seems that in your eyes, fellow Daoist, we should know each other?"

"Or rather."

"What you just said, fellow Daoist, I should already know, right?"

Wang Mang's unwavering obsession led him to scrutinize the young man he regarded as an "anomaly," seeking to uncover Zhang Mu's motives for doing so.

His words drew the attention of both the elderly Zhang Jiao and the young Zhang Jiao standing nearby.

It wasn't just Wang Mang's unwavering obsession that resonated with this feeling; the two men also shared the same sentiment.

Their young friend's attitude toward Wang Mang's unwavering obsession, which he was seeing for the first time, seemed far too "enthusiastic."

That feeling...

It was as if two people who grew up in the same place suddenly met again in a foreign land after years of separation.

But the problem is...

Wang Mang wasn't from Bingzhou either!

When he fell, their young friend was nowhere to be found!

When Wang Mang asked about his unwavering obsession, Zhang Mu, whose "expectations were not for the right person," shrugged indifferently and chuckled, "Perhaps in the eyes of some lovely people, we should know each other."

"only."

"Your answer disappointed them, and it also extinguished some inappropriate thoughts that Mu should not have had."

As he spoke, Zhang Mu looked up at the sky, as if he were looking at some people beyond the heavens.

However, what he said only deepened Wang Mang's lingering doubts. At their level, why should they care about the attitudes of some "lovable" people?

No matter how cute an ant may be, it is still just an ant and cannot represent ultimate strength.

Wang Mang did not voice these words due to his unwavering obsession.

Instead, he stood there pondering for a long time before saying something that made Zhang Mu turn around and look at him instantly.

"Unfortunately, I am now just a wisp of obsession. Not only have I lost all my strength, but I have also lost most of my memories from my previous life."

"If you had asked this question while I was still alive..."

"Perhaps you will get a different answer."

Wang Mang had barely finished speaking when he was startled by Zhang Mu's gaze.

What a burning gaze it was!

"Hello!"

"Old Taoist priest and young Taoist priest, do you have any way to use Wang Mang's undying obsession as a catalyst to bring his true self back to his peak briefly, allowing him to fully recover his memories?"

Zhang Mu recalled the shocking events that had occurred in Xihe County that night.

Even the lingering resentment of the Overlord can defy the passage of time, culminating in a peak battle between the Overlord's molted corpse in the present world and within the eerie imperial tomb.

Wang Mang's unwavering obsession with cultivating both the imperial dragon spirit and the righteous spirit of Confucianism to achieve the highest level of enlightenment is undeniable. There is no reason why he could not do this.

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's address to him, the young Zhang Jiao's displeasure was immediately apparent on his face.

"Zhang Gongzhi, it's one thing for you to call this old fellow next to me 'Old Taoist with a bull's nose,' but what do you mean by calling me 'Little Taoist with a bull's nose'?"

"Besides, don't you want to listen to what you're saying?"

"By allowing Wang Mang's undying obsession to channel his peak power back, are you trying to annihilate Wang Mang completely from the world?"

"Aren't you afraid that if Wang Mang at his peak were to return, he would fight you to the death on the spot?"

"and……"

The young Zhang Jiao showed none of the maturity and senility of the old Zhang Jiao, and spoke without any politeness.

"Why do you think an obsession is called an obsession?"

"It's because you can't let go of something or someone that you linger like a lost soul, never truly dying in this world!"

"If you could bring Emperor Guangwu (Liu Xiu) to Wang Mang's undying obsession right now..."

"When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred."

"Under such intense stimulation, you won't even need to lift a finger; Wang Mang, in his prime, will naturally return and seek out Emperor Guangwu for the final battle!"

The elderly Zhang Jiao looked helplessly at the young man who had no manners whatsoever. Guessing why Zhang Mu had asked this question, he sighed and said, "Young friend Gongzhi, there is a difference between Wang Mang's obsession and Xiang Yu's lingering resentment."

To help Zhang Mu better understand the difference between the two, the elderly Zhang Jiao pointed to the large mulberry tree next to him.

"A persistent thought is like a leaf; when the time comes, it will naturally be blown away by the wind, dancing lightly in the wind, leaving behind its last brilliant moment, before falling quietly to the ground and returning to dust."

"And regrettable..."

"Just like the seeds and branches of this mulberry tree."

"Even if the mother tree withers and dies, as long as the mulberry seeds and branches remain, it can grow into a mulberry tree again when it encounters fertile land."

There is a difference between different thoughts.

Even if Zhang Jiao had been able to revive Wang Mang's undying obsession, he wouldn't have done so.

Obsessions will not resurface for no reason, nor will they disappear for no reason.

If Wang Mang's obsession was merely to wait for Emperor Guangwu to appear and fight him to the death in endless years, to avenge his deep-seated hatred...

It would be wonderful if we could find Emperor Guangwu after our recovery.

Whether victorious or defeated, it will eventually perish.

If they cannot be found, no one can be sure whether they will harbor resentment and turn their attention to them instead.

After all, obsessions cannot be viewed through the lens of common sense.

The elderly Zhang Jiao had no desire to fight Wang Mang, with whom he had no deep-seated hatred, for no reason.

"Is that so?!"

"It seems I can only come to see you again when your obsession is triggered."

After hearing the explanations from the two Zhang Jiaos, Zhang Mu, who had lost most of his interest in Wang Mang's undying obsession, looked directly at the young Zhang Jiao.

He joked, "If you won't let me call you 'Little Taoist Priest with a Bull's Nose,' then what should I call you?"

"We can't exactly replace the old Taoist priest with Zhang Yi and call you Zhang Er..."

Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Mu suddenly looked at the elderly Zhang Jiao: "Old Taoist, if Zhang Er is one of the three corpses of your Taoist sect, then what about your other Taoist corpse, which manifests as a middle-aged form?"

"I don't think I've ever seen Mu before!"

"Did you hide it? Or did you simply not unleash it?"

As he said this, Zhang Mu's eyes were filled with envy.

Because the Taoist priest with the bull's nose created a Taoist corpse that was far stronger than his blood incarnation and the modified version of "Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers".

It was as if he had been given an extra life out of thin air.

Unlike his blood essence avatar, if his true self suffers any mishap, the blood essence avatar will also disappear.

As the elderly Zhang Jiao was about to respond to Zhang Mu's question, the young Zhang Jiao's furious voice rang out first.

"What a load of bull!"

"Zhang Gongzhi, I, the Daoist, have my own name, listen carefully..."

"The Taoist priest's name is Yu Ji!"

"How about it? Isn't the name I chose for myself pretty good?"

"etc!"

"Why are you staring so wide-eyed? Is there something wrong with the name 'Daoist Master'?"

As soon as the young Zhang Jiao finished speaking, he was startled by Zhang Mu's reaction, who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhang Mu stared in shock at the young Zhang Jiao who called himself "Yu Ji." He stiffly turned his head to look at the old Zhang Jiao, his tone complex and apprehensive.

"Old Taoist priest with the bull's nose, please don't tell Mu..."

"Your other Daoist corpse is named Zuo Ci!"

Zhang Mu had considered what it would be like if he encountered the other two of the "Three Immortals of the Late Han Dynasty" besides Zhang Jiao.

but.

He would never have imagined this.

Zhang Jiao, Yu Ji, and Zuo Ci could all be the same person!

Zhang Jiao alone was already enough to cause the Han Dynasty a lot of trouble. If the three immortals were to unite as one, wouldn't the Han Dynasty be doomed...?

[The fact that all three immortals at the end of the Han Dynasty were Zhang Jiao was not a spur-of-the-moment idea, but a pre-planned concept. I hope everyone can accept it to some extent.]