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

"Things are getting more and more interesting!"

Zhang Mu stood outside the mulberry tree barrier, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as he swept over the desolate land below, shrouded in eerie black mist.

He originally came to help the young Zhang Jiao in dealing with the true dragon of the Han dynasty's destiny.

At this moment, however, he completely abandoned that thought and turned his gaze to the strange imperial tomb that was spreading out from the ground.

Conflicts need to be distinguished by their primary and secondary aspects.

In the eyes of the current Han Ji Qi Yun Zhen Long, even these two Zhang Jiaos are probably not as hateful as this imperial tomb that is "unaware of the oriole behind".

Zhang Jiao's purpose as a young man was nothing more than to lead Liu Bei astray.

But what about the bizarre imperial tombs of today?

Zhang Mu's eyes darted through the thick black mist, and he immediately saw through the purpose of the strange imperial tomb.

It attempts to erase the destiny of Liu Bei, imbued with the "Han" spirit, by injecting a strange black mist, transforming Liu Bei into someone who obeys the imperial tombs of the human emperor…

Suddenly, two words popped into Zhang Mu's mind—living terracotta warrior.

Unlike the lifeless terracotta warriors, these were terrifying beings, like the sloughed corpse of the Overlord that he had seen with the blood of the Overlord, possessing terrifying power and a twisted will.

"So... if we continue to allow the imperial tomb to continue its actions, will a... Dark Liu Bei be born today?"

Upon realizing this, a deep sense of anticipation appeared in Zhang Mu's eyes, as if he could see two completely different rivers of fate converging and colliding at this moment.

Originally Liu Bei, he upheld benevolence and righteousness, and ultimately, as Emperor Zhaolie of Han, he forged the enduring romance of the Shu Han dynasty, preserving the last vestiges of dignity for the Han dynasty.

So.

What if it were a dark Liu Bei?

How far will he go, being so completely different from others?

Is it destruction?

Or... will it embark on a more domineering, more sinister, and more unpredictable path?

"what!"

"Giggle... Ah!"

Just then, a scream of extreme pain came from Liu Bei, who was completely shrouded in eerie black mist.

The voice was filled with defiance and struggle, like a star about to be swallowed by darkness, emitting its last glimmer.

"Get out of Bei's body, you rotten and filthy thing!"

"Get out!"

The veins on Liu Bei's forehead bulged, coiling like a dragon, and his body convulsed and trembled violently, every inch of his flesh fighting against the invading, eerie power.

His aura began to surge under the forceful infusion of the eerie black mist.

He broke through all the barriers and even faintly touched the level of the King Realm!

The King Realm is a realm exclusive to those who cultivate the Imperial Dragon Qi. It is equivalent to the Martial Phase of Blood Qi Martial Arts, the Grandmaster of the Literary Path, and the Dao Sect Master of the Daoist School.

However, the price to gain this power is enormous.

At this moment, Liu Bei's "self" is rapidly dissipating, and his originally gentle aura is being replaced by a sinister, domineering, and destructive will.

Like a dark seed, it was growing wildly within Liu Bei's body.

"roll!"

Liu Bei roared again, his voice booming, but now tinged with a hoarse tremor.

His power was too weak; in the face of the eerie will of the imperial tomb, his struggle was like an ant trying to shake the heavens.

Zhang Mu had a very clear understanding of this change.

When Liu Bei's roars ceased completely, and when his strength stopped increasing, that was the moment when his true self completely perished.

"My lord! Please save Xuande!"

Just as Zhang Mu was "observing with a detached eye" and admiring the artwork that was about to be created, a mournful cry suddenly came from below.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu's eyes flickered slightly.

He saw the casual chess pieces he had set up back then: Luodu city gate guards, Ji Yuan, and Ji Boda.

He was carrying an old woman as he escaped from the eerie black mist barrier, his eyes filled with anxiety and concern as he looked at Liu Bei.

"hehe……"

Zhang Mu chuckled softly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He never expected that Ji Yuan, who had only known Liu Bei for a short time, would speak up for Liu Bei out of righteousness.

Is this the allure of the Han Dynasty succubus?

If they spend enough time together, even his seemingly insignificant move might change its original purpose and take the form of Emperor Zhaolie.

"Hey! Master Yu, you old Taoist priest with the bull's nose!"

Zhang Mu looked up at the Hanji Qi Yun True Dragon circling in the sky, and the three illusory emperors copied beside it, and said, "That mudfish and its minions are yours to deal with!"

"How about I, Mu, take care of this eerie imperial tomb below?"

He did not respond to Ji Yuan, but he also did not choose to stand idly by any longer.

He changed his mind at the last minute.

Firstly, he didn't want the historical process of this mythical world to be altered to a way he was unfamiliar with before the Yellow Turban Rebellion he was about to witness even occurred.

And so it came.

He also wanted to use today's events to verify a hypothesis in his mind:

Let's see if the Qin Emperor is truly hidden deep within the imperial tomb that has never been revealed to the world.

Or perhaps...

That great emperor of all time has long since transcended this world and ascended to another, higher realm.

"good!"

The first to respond was the young man who called himself Yu Ji, Tai Zhangjiao.

He acted swiftly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

The moment the words fell, a thousand-foot-long thunder dragon materialized beneath his feet, roaring and tearing through the sky as it charged straight toward Han Ji's True Dragon of Fortune.

"Buzz!"

The thunderous dragon's tail swept across, like a divine punishment, instantly engulfing the three illusory figures of emperors.

The lightning and the imperial might collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar.

The heavens above instantly transformed into a battlefield for the strongest warriors.

"Old Taoist priest with the bull's nose, aren't you going to help?"

Zhang Mu glanced at the battle in the distance. Although the young Zhang Jiao was full of momentum, he was far from being able to overwhelm the enemy.

"Kongji little friend!"

The elderly Zhang Jiao's voice was steady but tinged with a hint of solemnity.

"If the old Taoist priest makes a move now, he'll have to deal with more than just this dragon of destiny!"

As he spoke, he glanced, intentionally or unintentionally, at the westernmost point of the Great Han territory.

There, all is quiet at this moment.

but.

This tranquility was remarkably similar to the most terrifying stillness before a storm.

"That's true!" Zhang Mu nodded.

"In a game of the strong, there's no reason to go all in from the start! They're not in a hurry, so why should we rush in?"

Zhang Mu's thoughts stirred slightly, and in an instant, the ends of his hair broke off.

Before it even landed, it had already transformed into hundreds of "Zhang Mu" and rushed towards Ji Yuan, Jian Yong, Liu Deran, and the rest of the Lousang Village clansmen.

"Sir, what's wrong...?"

Ji Yuan stared in shock at the "Zhang Mu" who had come to stand before him, and then looked at the "Zhang Mu" who was floating in the sky with his arms crossed, watching the battle. For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was the person he had seen before.

"I'll take you away from here!"

"This is not a place for you to linger!"

After giving a brief explanation, Zhang Mu led Ji Yuan and the Liu clan members from Lousang Village into a spatial rift that had been opened earlier.

The other end of the crack connects to Taiyuan in Bingzhou, which is the governor's residence that Zhang Mu recently moved to.

Having done all this, Zhang Mu's gaze returned to Liu Bei.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker, almost completely engulfing Liu Bei's figure.

"Thirty breaths..."

Zhang Mu silently calculated the time, glanced at the still silent far west, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

You're really good at keeping your cool!

Were those Han emperors who were lying in wait really not afraid that Liu Bei would be killed by the imperial tomb?

Thirty breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

Liu Bei's roar gradually subsided, like a lamp about to be extinguished.

However, just when everyone thought that a dark Liu Bei was about to be born, a sudden change occurred!

"Sing!"

"Sing!"

Before any commotion could be heard from the far west, two earth-shattering auras erupted in the nearby city of Zhuojun!

"The aura of the Imperial Way!"

Zhang Mu suddenly turned his head, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Two figures stood in mid-air above Zhuojun, majestic and awe-inspiring, exuding imperial power.

One person, with a red face and a phoenix-like face.

Holding a crescent-shaped longsword that exuded overwhelming imperial power, and stepping on a blue divine dragon, he was majestic and awe-inspiring, like a god descending to earth.

The other man had a bristling beard, a leopard-like head, and piercing eyes.

Holding a ten-foot-long spear, his body exuded a murderous aura, and he stood on a black demonic dragon, his killing intent boiling.

"Guan Yu? Zhang Fei?"

Zhang Mu looked surprised, but then he smiled.

"So it wasn't either of them!"

Because Zhang Mu noticed:

Fragments of time danced around the two who arrived, and the scent of time clung to them.

This world was also violently rejecting them, as if resisting these two uninvited guests who had crossed time.