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

Zhang Mu didn't dare to think any further.

Instead, he seriously asked Zhang Jiao a question that concerned his strength.

"so……"

"Old Taoist priest, are you truly only at the Dao Venerable Realm now? Your strength...?"

As Zhang Mu asked this question, he recalled his past interactions with Zhang Jiao, and a sense of frustration rose in his heart.

When he met this Heavenly General, he, who had just entered the Martial Realm, could not see through this person.

After entering the Imperial Realm, Zhang Mu thought he had seen through Zhang Jiao, but tonight he gave him a surprise that almost overturned his understanding.

Zhang Jiao, Zuo Ci, and Yu Ji are all the same person. Even the Three Kingdoms novels he read in his previous life, which were set in the late Han Dynasty, wouldn't dare to write it like this!

"Young friend Gongzhi, as you have seen with your own eyes, this old Daoist is indeed at the Dao Venerable Realm."

"It's just that he went further down this path, just like Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu. I'm sure you wouldn't regard him as an ordinary king."

"It concerns the old master's strength..."

The elderly Zhang Jiao pondered for a moment, then fixed his deep gaze on the chaotic world within Zhang Mu's body.

"I can beat you, young friend!"

"But it is difficult to face the supreme being within you. If you were to confront him, I have a premonition that even if my three Dao Corpses were to merge into one, I would still perish."

"not to mention……"

The elderly Zhang Jiao glanced at the young Zhang Jiao who called himself "Yu Ji" with annoyance, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"I can't do that yet."

Hearing Zhang Jiao say that he was no match for "His" strength, Zhang Mu did not refute it.

Because it wasn't just Zhang Jiao.

Even he himself is now unsure of what level "He" is at.

Throughout every appearance of "He", he has always swept everything aside.

Sometimes Zhang Mu couldn't help but think:

What exactly is the upper limit of "His" power level?

Even if Zhang Mu "recklessly" slaughtered his way through the ancient history of this mythical world and provoked a terrifying being, would "He" be able to cover for him and suppress all gods, demons, and monsters?

after all.

There was a rumor in a previous life that after "He" became a nut, he decreed that no one in the world was allowed to become a spirit.

We've moved to this mythical world.

Faced with those terrifying beings, it was "He" who, with a wave of his hand, brought this world into the Dharma-ending Age, causing immortals, gods, and demons to perish and enabling mortals to rise up...

Zhang Mu wouldn't find it strange at all.

As the elderly Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Mu, who was deep in thought without arguing, he felt even more fortunate that he had met this young man when they were both still in humble circumstances.

otherwise.

Once this boy sides with the state, that will be true despair for Zhang Jiao.

Wang Mang's undying obsession, appearing as an illusory light and shadow, was also silently watching Zhang Mu. Although he was bound in the dragon aura royal court of Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi during the battle in the East China Sea, it did not mean that he did not sense "His" aura.

You could even say that...

It was precisely because of the strange phenomenon of the blazing sun in the sky and the appearance of "His" aura that Emperor Xuanzu Liu Bingyi neglected to restrain him, allowing this undying obsession to secretly contact Zhang Jiao when Liu Bingyi was off guard, thus creating the opportunity to escape.

Thinking of this, Wang Mang's unwavering obsession turned into a smile as he looked at Zhang Mu.

Both being "outliers," this young man seems to be more interesting than him.

If the emperors of the Han dynasty could quell Wang Mang, could they truly suppress this young man who had "him" supporting him from behind?

Under the mulberry tree.

As one of Zhang Jiao's Daoist corpses, the young Zhang Jiao looked around at Zhang Mu and Wang Mang, who had fallen silent after the old Zhang Jiao finished speaking, and broke the silence by speaking directly.

"Zhang Gongzhi!"

The young Zhang Jiao hooked his arm around Zhang Mu's neck. "I'm curious, kid, how did you suddenly end up here?"

"Could it be...?"

The young Zhang Jiao glanced at Liu Bei's courtyard under the mulberry tree. "Did you do something to Liu Bei too?"

"But that's not right!"

"Liu Bei has lived under my watchful eye since birth, and I haven't noticed you personally getting close to him!"

Seeing Zhang Jiao's unconventional personality and his constant use of the term "Taoist Master," Zhang Mu couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache.

I don't know why.

Looking at this incarnation of Zhang Jiao, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if his close friend Guo Jia had abandoned the mortal world to enter the Taoist path.

Suppressing his frustration, Zhang Mu still offered an explanation to the young Zhang Jiao.

"Young Taoist priest, haven't you heard the saying, 'What you hold in your heart will surely resonate'?"

"If you hadn't all been chanting Mu's name tonight, Mu would probably be asleep by now."

This wasn't Zhang Mu trying to appease the young Zhang Jiao; it was the truth.

As the amount of purple blood in his body increased and the chaotic world within him evolved, Zhang Mu discovered that he had recently acquired this ability.

At first, he thought it was his imagination.

He even had his younger brother Zhang Liao test it out, having him call out his name from a place beyond his sight.

The results proved it.

The auditory hallucinations are all fake; what's real is that Zhang Mu has somehow acquired some unpredictable and mysterious skill.

No matter how far apart they are, as long as someone speaks or calls out his real name, Zhang Mu, he can sense where that person is.

"If you keep something in your mind, will it eventually come back to you?"

"Really? This sounds so mystical, Daoist Master! Have you ever heard of such a thing, Wang Mang?"

The young Zhang Jiao looked incredulous and asked the elderly Zhang Jiao and Wang Mang about their unwavering obsession.

In response, they shook their heads in unison.

Seeing that no one believed him, Zhang Mu had no intention of continuing to explain.

He himself is still completely baffled by this supernatural ability.

Thinking this, Zhang Mu pushed away the arm of the young Zhang Jiao who was hugging his neck, and asked the questions of the old Zhang Jiao and the young Zhang Jiao.

"Don't you two Taoist priests want to explain why, despite knowing about Liu Bei for so long, you never took decisive action against him?"

"Mu doesn't believe it!"

"With your limited perspective, how can you two not see what Liu Bei's existence means for the continuation of the Han Dynasty?"

As he said this, Zhang Mu glanced subtly at the younger Zhang Jiao.

Although he arrived the latest, he heard clearly the statement that "when Liu Bei was born, it was a Taoist priest who delivered him."

After this incident, it was hard for Zhang Mu not to believe that Zhang Jiao was laying out a far-reaching grand plan.

Is this to leave a way out for the Yellow Turban followers if their "rebellion" fails?

however.

The elderly Zhang Jiao's answer, however, overturned Zhang Mu's conjecture.

"Young friend Gongzhi, even in warfare, there's a principle of leaving an opening when besieging an enemy. If this old Taoist priest doesn't leave even a sliver of hope or expectation for Han Ji's fate..."

"When the old Taoist priest asked the Han dynasty to die, the golden dragon of destiny formed from the fate of the Han dynasty would surely resist fiercely."