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

The improvement in strength completely exceeded Lu Bu's expectations.

Lu Bu could clearly feel that a primordial beast that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years was quietly awakening within him.

In an instant.

Lu Bu's muscles and bones throbbed, and his blood surged like the Yangtze River. With each breath, he stirred the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a visible vortex.

Lu Bu's body was also covered with a faint purple halo, which contained an overwhelming sense of power.

"Is it because of... that drop of purple blood?"

Lu Bu looked at Zhang Mu in disbelief, his once arrogant eyes now filled with a reverent certainty.

Faced with Lü Bu's question, Zhang Mu, whose robes fluttered in the invisible waves of energy, nodded slightly.

He didn't say much, which was considered an admission of Lü Bu's guess.

Was the drop of blood he gave us ordinary purple blood?

That is the blood of the Emperor!

Although he had not yet truly entered the Emperor Realm at that time, his blood was genuine, stained with the original blood of the Emperor's Laws.

For beings below the Emperor Realm, this is nothing less than a supreme elixir that unlocks the divine treasures, an ultimate opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step!

In other words, Lü Bu is currently in a state of "residual blood not yet healed," having suffered near-destructive blows to both his body and spirit. If Lü Bu had already reached the peak of the half-step Emperor Realm before receiving that drop of Imperial Purple Blood...

With Lü Bu's unparalleled foundation and talent, he might very well have had the opportunity to directly touch the threshold of the supreme imperial path!

"Fengxian, strive to become stronger!"

"With your current combat strength, you are far from being invincible in this world, let alone claiming to be undefeated in a hundred battles!"

Zhang Mu thought of Zhang Fei, whom he had met not long ago, and Guan Yu, whom he had never met before, and said to Lü Bu, "If your progress in strength is slow, someone may soon beat you to the Emperor's Realm."

After saying this, Zhang Mu ignored Lu Bu's eyes, which had instantly become burning with fighting spirit because of his words.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the aged Tong Yuan and his three unconscious disciples, Zhang Ren, Zhao Yun, and Zhang Xiu.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Mu's fingers shimmered with light, and four drops of blood slowly appeared.

The four drops of blood appeared as a mixture of purple and black.

Purple, as if it embodies the nobility of imperial laws.

The black color, however, exuded a chilling and sinister aura, like a strange presence from the deepest hell. It entwined with the imperial purple light, creating an extremely discordant and distorted feeling.

If this blood is given directly to someone else, it will not only be an opportunity, but also a deadly threat!

Therefore, Zhang Mu did not immediately send out the four drops of purple-black imperial blood.

Instead, a barely perceptible tremor of the fingertips released a wave containing the ultimate truths of the universe.

"remove!"

Zhang Mu uttered a low shout, as if it were the supreme truth.

In an instant, the "black blood impurities" in the four drops of blood began to tremble violently, as if they had encountered their nemesis, ice and snow.

Strands of black blood energy were forcibly stripped away, making a "sizzling" sound, and then vanished into thin air.

The purple light in the blood became even purer and more dazzling, like countless miniature purple suns, radiating a sacred and vast aura.

When the imperial blood was completely free of impurities and had transformed into purple blood as pure as the purest amethyst, Zhang Mu flicked his finger.

"call out!"

Four streaks of purple light pierced the air and silently entered the bodies of Tong Yuan and the unconscious Zhang Ren, Zhao Yun, and Zhang Xiu.

As soon as the purple blood entered his body, Tong Yuan's body trembled violently.

He felt an indescribable warm current instantly flow into his limbs and bones.

The warm current contained not only immense energy that could allow him to break through on the spot, but also a clear understanding of the great principles of heaven and earth.

It's like a traveler who has been groping in the dark for countless years suddenly being illuminated by a beacon.

"Mr. Tong," Zhang Mu said calmly, looking at the old man who was trembling with excitement, "you can first feel the Daoist essence within Mu's imperial blood, and then seek out a breakthrough opportunity that resonates with you."

"If it is truly hopeless to break through by relying on one's own understanding, then one can consider fusing with this blood to see if one can glimpse the ultimate realm of the Emperor's Path."

Zhang Mu made no guarantees to Tong Yuan, nor did he promise that success would be guaranteed.

The path of cultivation is inherently a thorny one that defies the will of Heaven.

Every step is fraught with danger, like walking on thin ice.

Breakthroughs require the right timing, location, and people; they depend on that moment of inspiration that aligns with one's destiny.

Not everyone has his extraordinary luck, like someone who has traveled through time, and can reach the Emperor Realm simply through hard work and taking things one step at a time.

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Tong Yuan was not discouraged at all; instead, he burst into hearty laughter.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying glint shot out from his cloudy old eyes—a kind of wild joy at having encountered an unparalleled opportunity and having the hope of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

"With this drop of imperial blood bestowed upon me by Gongzhi, if I still cannot step into the realm of the Imperial Path..."

"That only means that I, Tong Yuan, was destined to never have the chance to be with him in my entire life; it is my fate!"

Tong Yuan's face was filled with barely suppressed excitement as he faced Zhang Mu's admonitory words.

What Zhang Mu, this young man, bestowed upon him was far more than just a drop of imperial blood!

"But... Gongzhi..."

After the initial excitement subsided, Tong Yuan's gaze fell on Zhang Mu's chest, where a momentous heart transplant had just taken place.

A hint of worry crossed his eyes as he asked, "Your heart has just returned to your body, and you've already bestowed royal blood upon me and my three disciples. Such a depletion of your vital energy—will it truly put a burden on your body?"

"burden?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu smiled and shook his head, his smile filled with the absolute confidence and composure befitting an emperor.

"Elder Tong, you must not underestimate the vitality of a King-level being."

Zhang Mu gently patted his chest, where a heart beating as strong and powerful as the world's melting pot was beating.

"A few drops of blood are nothing to me, and they won't affect Mu's combat strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mu turned his gaze to the three unconscious men: Zhang Ren, Zhao Yun, and Zhang Xiu.

He saw that the drop of imperial purple blood was instinctively releasing energy within their bodies, emitting a faint yet undeniable imperial aura.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Zhang Mu might not care, but given the cultivation levels of these three, if they were to roam the world with such obvious imperial aura...

It's like a three-year-old child carrying a gold ingot and parading around the city; it will inevitably attract the attention and murderous intent of countless powerful people.

At that time, opportunity may turn into a death sentence.

next moment.

Zhang Mu raised his hand, his fingertips flashing with mysterious runes, and made several strange hand gestures towards the three of them.

Invisible sealing forces, like divine chains, coiled around the three individuals, sealing off the aura of the drop of imperial purple blood within them and burying it deep within their bodies.

From now on, the purple blood will be like a dormant seed, silently nourishing their bodies and souls, subtly and gradually assisting their cultivation and enhancing their natural talents and innate abilities.

Once they are strong enough, the seal will be broken, and that will be the time for them to truly leap over the dragon gate.

After finishing all this, Zhang Mu looked at Tong Yuan again and said, "Mr. Tong, would you mind if I bothered you for a couple of days?"

Although his heart had been replaced and the hidden danger of black blood had been temporarily resolved, Zhang Mu still did not plan to leave immediately.

He planned to stay here for two more days to observe, firstly to see if the fusion of Lü Bu and that drop of imperial blood went smoothly, and whether any unforeseen changes would occur.

Second...

Zhang Mu lowered his head, his gaze falling once again on his heart.

Through layers of flesh and bones, he could clearly sense that some residual black blood had not completely dissipated.

The remaining black blood had not completely merged with him, but was in an awkward state of neither going up nor going down.

He wanted to see if there was any way to completely turn this last part of the black blood into his own.

Or.

At least find a way to make it truly coexist with your body, instead of leaving it unresolved indefinitely.

"Don't even mention two days! Gongzhi, you can stay here as long as you want!"

Tong Yuan nodded eagerly in agreement, his face beaming with welcome.

After receiving Tong Yuan's permission, Zhang Mu said no more and walked straight out of the room.

His steps seemed slow, yet they carried a peculiar rhythm. With each step, he was already several feet away, heading towards the quiet guest room where he had stayed during his last visit to Fengqi Mountain.

Tong Yuan watched Zhang Mu's departing figure, his eyes filled with emotion and awe.

a long time.

He took a deep breath, picked up the three disciples who were still unconscious on the ground, and personally sent them back to their respective rooms, and calmed their disordered breathing.

After everyone left.

Lu Bu looked at the lingering aura of Zhang Mu's blood energy, puzzled, and asked in a deep voice, "What...why are you staying here?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu's blood energy avatar grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his smile full of provocation.

"I'll beat you up!"

Two simple words, yet they struck Lü Bu like a thunderclap.

"Don't worry," the blood energy avatar moved its wrist, and a crisp "crack" sound burst from the joint.

"I will not use the power of the Emperor Realm, but will only suppress my realm and combat strength to be equivalent to your current state, Lü Bu."

Before he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the blood energy incarnation, and he soared into the sky.

"BOOM!!!"

With a loud crash, a large hole was smashed through the sturdy roof of Lü Bu's room, and rubble and wood fragments mixed with dust fell down.

"A mere avatar dares to act so arrogantly? What do you think I, Lü Bu, am? A sick cat to be manipulated?!"

Lu Bu was so angry at Zhang Mu's words about being the embodiment of blood energy that he laughed.

Having just broken through to a higher realm and feeling that his power had nowhere to go, how could Lu Bu withstand such a blatant provocation from Zhang Mu, the embodiment of blood energy!

"snort!!!"

With a cold snort, Lü Bu's fighting spirit soared to the sky.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the whole house shook violently.

The next instant, Lü Bu shot into the sky like a cannonball, emerging from the large hole in the roof and chasing after the streak of blood-red energy ahead.

Phoenix Mountain, a quiet guest room.

As Zhang Mu sat cross-legged in meditation, his mind focused inward, he sensed the thunderous sounds of their fighting coming from outside the barrier, and a faint smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Fengxian really can't stand being provoked!"

"They've already started fighting?"

"That's good. A thorough and intense battle will accelerate the fusion of the remaining royal purple blood in his body with his own, allowing him to adapt to the rhythm and intensity of a royal-level battle as soon as possible."

As he muttered this, Zhang Mu's lips moved slightly, and an invisible wisp of thought shot through the air, transmitting a message to the blood energy avatar that was currently fighting Lu Bu:

We can increase our efforts appropriately, free up some of the suppressed combat power, and have some fun with him!

Having done all this, Zhang Mu stopped paying attention to the battle outside.

He focused all his attention on the last remaining piece of crescent moon and black blood in his heart.

He tried to guide the black blood with his powerful, deep-sea-like will, wanting it to flow along his meridians, or to merge into his body like the black blood that had dissolved before.

however.

What discouraged Zhang Mu greatly was...

No matter how hard he tried to focus his mind, the black blood vessels remained as unmoved as the most stubborn rock.

They seemed to possess their own will, remaining unmoved and unresponsive to his guidance.

"This black blood... can't it just return to the chaotic world within my body like it did before?"

Zhang Mu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Otherwise, staying in this heart-wrenching place for so long might leave hidden dangers that make me uneasy!"

Zhang Mu simply sighed, without holding out much hope.

However, in the next moment!

As if the remaining black blood understood Zhang Mu's words, it shuddered violently, then vanished from the heart's barrier like ink dripping into clear water, turning into a faint black line that silently seeped into the deepest part of Zhang Mu's body.

That entity exists within him, in a strange world like the chaos before the creation of the world.

But this time, things were completely different from the peaceful coexistence there before.

As soon as the remaining black blood entered the chaotic world within that body, it underwent an extremely violent transformation!

It began to twist, expand, and contract, as if an invisible force was shaping it in its most primal form.

In an instant, the mass of black blood completely changed its form, transforming into a waning moon that was entirely black.

The crescent moon's edges were sharp as knives, radiating a chilling cold that seemed capable of severing all laws.

Next.

With an irresistible and eerie gravitational pull, it plummeted rapidly downwards into the chaotic world.

Almost at the same time.

The entire chaotic world seemed to be guided by some unseen force.

The mysterious purple aura, representing the supreme Dao and vitality, permeating the void, seemed to be under the command of a monarch, and frantically converged towards the direction where the black blood crescent moon fell.

Purple energy surged, colliding, merging, and evolving.

Not long after.

Below, it had transformed into a vast, boundless chaotic sea composed of pure purple energy.

The purple aura surged like a tide, its waves surging, containing a terrifying power that could create the world from nothing.

"Buzz!!!"

A deafening roar, seemingly echoing the dawn of the universe, filled the air.

A waning moon falls into the sea!

When this scene unfolded, Zhang Mu's heart trembled violently.

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but at the very moment that black, blood-red crescent moon touched the purple chaotic sea...

He could feel with absolute clarity that an indescribable yet undeniably real... energy had been added to the chaotic world within his body!

Just as Zhang Mu was racking his brains, trying to figure out what that elusive aura was...

next moment.

He was shocked to discover that the unchanging, hazy light within his entire chaotic world had begun to flicker.

In the east, the blazing sun, representing the will of "He," still hangs in the sky, illuminating all things and radiating a scorching aura of ultimate yang and strength.

Meanwhile, in the west, the black-blooded crescent moon that had just fallen into the purple chaotic sea was slowly rising from the surface of the sea.

Although it was just a crescent moon, its radiance was far less intense than that of the blazing sun.

but.

It exudes a completely different kind of Yin energy, extremely Yin and cold, icy and chilling.

The sun and moon shine under the same sky!

Yin and Yang alternate!

A blazing sun, a black moon.

One in the east, one in the west; one yang, one yin.

At this moment, it also appeared in the chaotic world within his body!

Their radiance intertwined, forming a magnificent and sacred picture, yet with a touch of eeriness and magic!

"Is this perfecting... the chaotic world within me?"

Zhang Mu was deeply shocked.

He could sense that with the appearance of this crescent moon, this chaotic world had become more stable, and the flow of laws had become clearer.

"But... why is this remnant of black blood qualified to circulate the heavens alongside the crimson sun that Him Himself transformed into?"

To know.

That crimson sun represents another supreme being!

Puzzled by this, Zhang Mu immediately focused his spiritual energy into an invisible gaze, staring intently at the dark crescent moon hanging in the sky above the chaotic world.

He wanted to see through the true nature of this black, blood-red crescent moon.

but.

Look, look...

Zhang Mu's invisible spiritual senses suddenly trembled.

An unprecedented chill instantly rose from the deepest part of my soul!

Because he noticed it with utter horror.

At the very center of that dark, waning moon, in that area so deep it seemed to devour all light, stood a figure...

A forbidden being, like a demon god, is lurking within!

The figure was blurry and indistinct.

It seemed to be formed from the purest darkness, almost merging with the waning moon.

In terms of appearance, she looks exactly like him, Zhang Mu!

The only difference is that it exudes a terrifying aura of overwhelming demonic power.

That aura was almost identical to the one he had seen in his dream, the one that had been completely corrupted by demons.

The demon god, entrenched in the waning moon, seemed to sense Zhang Mu's gaze, filled with shock and scrutiny.

It moved!

A crimson gaze, like two blood-red swords that seemed to cleave the heavens and the earth, suddenly shot out from the blurry darkness.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, only pure indifference and a haughty disdain for all living beings, viewing them as mere ants.

"boom!!!"

Zhang Mu felt as if his divine sense had been struck hard at its core by an invisible hammer formed from the laws of the Great Dao.

That was an absolute crushing on a spiritual level.

With just a glance, he lost his composure as a peerless expert at the Emperor Realm, and his soul seemed to be shattered.

"puff!"

Outside, Zhang Mu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

By the time he finally calmed down and regained his senses...

Only then did he realize with horror that his divine sense had been forcibly shaken out of the chaotic world within his body and returned to the present world.

"this……"

Zhang Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face showing a complex expression of extreme shock and disbelief, which finally turned into a bitter smile.

He didn't know what to say.

It is clearly a chaotic world that he himself painstakingly created within his body, so why are there more and more "strange things" living in it?

First, there was the old man "He" who existed in the form of a blazing sun, suppressing everything.

just now.

And here comes yet another demonic "self" dwelling within the black blood crescent moon!

All of this felt like it was slipping out of his control.

"Since the blazing sun can transform into Him to suppress all evil spirits and protect me from calamities..."

"So."

Zhang Mu's gaze deepened.

"Does this also mean that once this black blood crescent moon can manifest outside... it could become one of my trump cards, allowing me to sweep aside all my rivals?"