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

"Hopefully, future enemies won't force Maki to manifest the Black Blood Crescent Moon to fight!"

"otherwise."

"What awaits them is misfortune!"

Gathering the aura that had inadvertently emanated from his body, Zhang Mu got up from the bed and pushed open the door.

however.

The moment Zhang Mu looked up and gazed outside, his eyes suddenly froze.

As far as the eye could see, everything was white.

Snowflakes danced in the air, snow blanketed the mountains, and streams froze into ice...

Everything was telling him that the world had changed.

"By the way... just how long has Mu been training?"

Zhang Mu frowned slightly, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"But it feels like less than half a day has passed!"

Zhang Mu remembers clearly that when he closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, the scene outside the window was still that of late autumn.

But now?

"Half a day?"

Just as Zhang Mu was wondering why the external environment had changed so much, a small head peeked out from the side.

The boy had a youthful face, but his eyes revealed a composure beyond his years.

"Brother Zhang, three months have passed since the day you returned my heart. Even the Han emperor in Luodu has already changed his reign title to Zhongping!"

The young Zhao Yun answered Zhang Mu's question.

His voice was clear and crisp, yet every word was distinct.

Especially when she mentioned the word "Zhongping", a hint of confusion appeared on her small face, as if she didn't quite understand why a perfectly good reign title could be changed so easily.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhang Mu was unharmed as he walked out of the room.

In the past, the room where Zhang Mu was staying had almost become a forbidden area of ​​the entire Phoenix Perch Mountain.

The sacred aura and demonic energy that occasionally emanated from the room caused him and his master and fellow disciples great concern.

That aura was too eerie.

At times, it is like a god descending to earth, full of compassion and solemnity; at other times, it is like an abyss of demons opening up, surging with destruction and slaughter.

Several times, young Zhao Yun felt as if the house was about to explode at any moment, leveling the entire Phoenix Perch Mountain to the ground.

But every time.

That terrifying aura would be suppressed by a deeper power, and peace would return.

"It's already past March?"

Zhang Mu's gaze froze instantly, and he looked directly in the direction of the giant deer.

He felt he hadn't misremembered.

I have come here near the end of the year. Three months have passed. Doesn't that mean that the current time is the third month of the first year of Zhongping?

For no apparent reason, Zhang Mu felt a sense of urgency.

"Little Zhao Yun, what month is it today?"

Zhang Mu's voice remained calm, but beneath the calm, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible urgency.

"Brother Zhang, today is the fifth day of the third lunar month. Is there anything amiss?"

After telling Zhang Mu the truth, the young Zhao Yun looked puzzled.

He couldn't understand why Zhang Mu, who had just emerged from seclusion, would be so concerned about the date.

In his view, the thing that practitioners care least about is time.

Like his master Tong Yuan, who sometimes went into seclusion for half a year or even a year, three months was just a blink of an eye.

But Zhang Mu's reaction made him feel that things were not so simple.

"March... or the fifth day?"

Upon hearing what the young Zhao Yun had told him, Zhang Mu's heart sank, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?"

"Otherwise, how could I have completed the evolution of the Black Blood Crescent Moon from the chaotic world within my body precisely today?"

"Is this some kind of unseen message being given to the shepherd?"

Zhang Mu's gaze turned serious.

In his previous life's historical trajectory, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out in March of the first year of the Zhongping era.

And now, he has just completed the evolution of the Black Blood Crescent Moon in the Chaotic World on this very day. Is this really a coincidence?

Zhang Mu was not allowed to think about it any further...

next moment.

A magnificent Daoist voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire land of China, its sound majestic and boundless.

The voice seemed to descend from the heavens, or perhaps from the depths of hell, carrying an indescribable majesty and killing intent.

If there is any sound in the world that can move people's hearts, it must be this sound.

"I am Zhang Jiao, a Daoist priest!"

"today!"

"Please, great man, prepare to die!"

"boom!"

The moment those eleven words were uttered, the world changed color and the weather changed drastically.

At that moment, everyone within the territory of the Han Dynasty witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A dramatic change is unfolding.

A layer of dark yellow sky spread out from the center of Julu in Jizhou towards the four directions of the Han territory: east, west, south, and north.

That dark yellow color seemed to be the primordial chaos at the beginning of the world, or the destructive light of the end of the world, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

At the very center of that dark yellow sky, a golden dragon was faintly seen crying and struggling.

It was a giant dragon with a golden body, its five claws outstretched, its horns sharp and imposing, and its whole body exuding an aura of overwhelming power.

But at the moment.

It was bound by invisible chains, its dragon body twisted, its scales cracked, and golden dragon blood dripped down, turning into wisps of fortune that dissipated into the void.

It is preventing all of this from happening.

However, its power did not seem sufficient to resist the erosion of the dark yellow sky.

On the ground, just as the canopy of the sky unfolded, a unified shout suddenly rang out in some prefectures and counties of the Han Dynasty.

"The Blue Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

"In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will befall the world!"

"The Blue Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

"In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will befall the world!"

"..."

The shouts echoed incessantly, growing louder and louder, as if millions of people were shouting at the same time.

At the end.

In the area with the most concentrated sounds throughout the entire Han Dynasty, thirty-six altars stood in the void directly beneath the Xuanhuang sky.

The thirty-six altars, each over a hundred feet tall, exuded a rich, mysterious aura.

The altars were yellowish-brown in color, with densely packed runes engraved on their surfaces. Each rune was flashing, as if it were alive.

At the top of the altar stood an elderly figure dressed in a Taoist robe.

An aged figure, holding a whisk, faced the sky, muttering incantations.

"Thirty-six prescriptions, thirty-six jars!"

"Yellow Turban followers, heed my command!"

"bye!"

With this command, thirty-six chains of Dao principles extended from the thirty-six altars, piercing towards the struggling golden dragon.

Each chain exuded a terrifying aura; they coiled like venomous snakes, carrying destructive power, rushing straight at the golden dragon.

"Sing!"

Thirty-six chains entered his body, and the golden dragon's struggling movements suddenly stopped.

It let out a mournful cry, and golden dragon blood cascaded down like a waterfall, dyeing the entire sky golden.

As time went on, its mournful cries grew louder.

All the people who witnessed this scene had a momentary daze, as if the sky was about to collapse.

The feeling was so real, so real that it sent chills down my spine and made me feel a coldness rise from the soles of my feet.

"What happened? How could such a strange phenomenon appear in the sky?"

The people of Jingzhou watched in shock as everything that was happening in the sky was going on, their voices trembling.

He clasped his hands together and chanted the name of Buddha, trying to seek protection.

But the strange phenomenon in the sky was so terrifying that even if the Buddha were alive, he would probably find it difficult to remain calm.

What terrified him even more was...

He discovered that an altar was floating above him, enveloping the city where he was.

The altar was so large that it blotted out the sky, casting a shadow over the entire city.

The oppressive aura emanating from the altar caused all the people in the city to kneel on the ground, not daring to look up.

"What incredible courage!"

"By constructing an altar with the power of countless believers' vows, what is the Yellow Turban Rebellion trying to do? Change the world?"

In Yingchuan, an old man dressed in a scholar's robe rose into the air.

His gaze turned northward, his eyes revealing an unyielding apprehension.

The old man had white hair but a youthful face, and possessed an air of otherworldly wisdom; he was clearly a master-level expert who had achieved great success in cultivation.

But at this moment, his face was filled with shock and fear, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

In his perception, those thirty-six altars were formed from the combined power of the vows of tens of millions of Yellow Turban believers.

Its power is so great that it is enough to shake the order of heaven and earth.

Such power, if used for conquest, would be enough to easily destroy any formidable fortress or major city.

"Internal strife is brewing within the Han territory!"

Deep in the grasslands lies the Xianbei royal court.

The Chanyu and Lian looked up at the sky with surprise and delight, their eyes filled with excitement and fervor.

As the Great Chanyu of the Xianbei, he had been waiting for an opportunity when the Han territory weakened. Now, internal strife had broken out within the Han territory, which was the perfect time for the Xianbei army to invade southward.

"Order all tribes on the grasslands to immediately assemble their cavalry and prepare..."

He stopped involuntarily before he could finish speaking.

In the next moment, the Chanyu and Lian seemed to remember something, and their initial excitement slowly faded, turning into calm.

"Send word to all the tribes of the grasslands!"

"They may gather, but must not act rashly. Anyone who, without the authority of a Xiongnu chieftain, recklessly marches south... shall die!"

He Lian's voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The Xianbei generals present were stunned, not understanding why the Chanyu would suddenly change his mind.

But when they saw He Lian's face, which was filled with fear, everyone chose to remain silent.

They all remembered something—one, no, two figures that seemed like gods and demons.

Luodu, the location of the imperial court.

Emperor Liu Hong of Han, who had survived a life-or-death ordeal last year, stared at the strange phenomenon appearing in the sky, his right hand tightly gripping the Imperial Seal of the State.

As the emperor of the Han dynasty in his time, Liu Hong felt this more deeply than anyone else.

What outsiders see is a change in the heavens.

The tremor was as if someone had grasped his lifeline, threatening to strangle him at any moment.

"If we can't overcome this hurdle, will our great Han dynasty decline?"

Liu Hong's voice was very soft, so soft that only he himself could hear it.

But as he finished speaking, the Imperial Seal in his hand suddenly trembled and emitted a clear buzzing sound.

Upon hearing this commotion, Liu Hong's pupils contracted sharply before returning to normal.

He gently stroked the patterns on the jade seal, and with the help of some faint connection within it, he looked towards the far west with a chilling gaze.

"And what will you choose?"

"hehe!"

"Given the nature of you old fogies, would you just sit idly by and watch the nation crumble?"

As he finished speaking, the smile on his face deepened.

"Issue my decree!"

Liu Hong's voice suddenly became loud, and he turned his gaze to the civil and military officials who were hastily gathering outside the palace.

Some of the ministers were pale, some looked solemn, and some had fear in their eyes.

But more.

Still angry.

They were subjects of the Han Dynasty, the backbone of the Han Dynasty, and they would never allow anyone to trample on the dignity of the Han Dynasty.

"When petty thieves cause trouble, the Han army should naturally go out to suppress them!"

Liu Hong's voice echoed through the palace, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"All armies in various regions shall immediately begin preparations for war. If they encounter rebellious rebels, they shall quell the rebellion without waiting for the imperial edict from Luoyang!"

Emperor Liu Hong of Han had no intention of compromising and directly launched the most powerful counterattack against the resounding cry of "Please let the Great Han go to its death."

With the issuance of this imperial edict...

The dragon of destiny, which had been hovering above Luodu, suddenly expanded its body a million times larger and let out a loud roar towards the Xuanhuang sky.

The dragon's roar shook heaven and earth, its power overwhelming all directions.

In an instant, the dragon's might could be felt throughout the entire city of Luodu, as if an invisible force was converging from all directions.

This dragon's roar was uttered.

Within the Great Han territory, wisps of fortune also rose up, converging towards the golden dragon that was trapped by chains in the sky.

Those forces of destiny shimmered with multicolored light, carrying a rich aura of national fortune.

They are the accumulated blessings of successive Han emperors, the sedimentation of the fortune of the Han Dynasty over the past years.

not only that.

Beneath the dragon veins of the mountains and rivers within the Great Han territory, each dragon vein seemed to have been stimulated and come to life, transforming into illusory dragon shadows that flew towards the sky.

Some of those dragon shadows were over ten thousand feet long, while others were no more than a hundred feet long.

They come in various shapes, but without exception, they all exude a magnificent aura.

They are the essence of mountains and rivers, the carriers of the destiny of the Han dynasty, and at this moment they are all converging on that golden dragon.

"Is the great war about to begin?"

Zhang Mu took in everything that was happening, and his expression became somewhat complicated.

He recalled his actions in eliminating Tang Zhou, thinking he could change history, but now it seemed like a futile effort.

The true course of history will not be altered by the disappearance of a "traitor".

"Old Taoist priest with a bull's nose, you..."

Zhang Mu looked towards Julu in Jizhou, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"What on earth are you thinking?!"

"Why choose this exact time, the fifth day of the third lunar month, at such an inopportune moment?"

After sighing, Zhang Mu, hearing the commotion behind him, looked at the group of people who had come to his house.

"Old Master Tong, Divine Physician Hua, Fengxian, Gongfu, Zijin!"

"The world is about to descend into chaos!"

"If you wish to break through to a higher realm, why not temporarily venture into this mortal world?"

Faced with Zhang Mu's words of comfort, Lü Bu, who was now halfway to the Emperor Realm, looked up at the dark yellow sky and the golden dragon, which were now evenly matched and in opposition...

"What about you, Gongzhi?"

"Will you go through that too?"

"Should we choose Luo Du Han Ji or side with the Yellow Turban Rebellion?"