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

Above Julu, at the highest point of the heavens.

The gale-force winds were like knives, tearing through the void, each gust carrying a pressure powerful enough to crush mountains.

Zhang Jiao, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, hung high in the sky. He slowly withdrew his gaze from the Guanzhong Plain, his deep, star-like eyes falling on the golden dragon coiling opposite him, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

"Young Master Gongzhi really finished that cleanly and efficiently!"

Zhang Jiao's voice wasn't loud, yet it resonated like a great bell between heaven and earth, causing even the mountains and rivers below to tremble.

Opposite Zhang Jiao, the golden dragon had now completely broken free from the chains that had previously bound it.

The rune fragments that flew up when the chains broke were still burning in the void, but the dragon's body became increasingly solid.

On the dragon's body, every scale was covered with ancient Dao patterns, and every aura was so heavy that it distorted the void.

As the embodiment of the imperial dynasty's will, this golden dragon's power at this moment has surpassed the limits of what mortals can imagine.

Even if an ancient dragon, long since vanished over countless ages, were to be resurrected, it would probably be no more than this.

As its dragon eyes open and close, phantom images of the sun and moon sinking appear.

With each breath it takes, it stirs up and subsides the spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of miles.

What's even more unsettling is...

Its aura subtly surpassed that of ordinary Emperor Realm cultivators, and it even possessed a similar aura to the owner of the pale hand that emerged from Zhang Mu's black moon.

That aura belonged to an unspeakable, forbidden existence, as if even a single wisp of it was enough to crush all the heavens throughout the ages.

"Zhang Jiao!"

Just then, a majestic shout rang out from above Luodu.

Emperor Liu Hong, holding the Imperial Seal of the State, slowly ascended into the sky. He was dressed in imperial robes and wore a crown. With each step he took, lotus flowers of fortune bloomed beneath his feet.

He gazed intently at Zhang Jiao, his voice carrying the majesty and unquestionable authority of an emperor.

"If you stop now, I will forgive and forget what you did!"

As he said this, the Imperial Seal of the State in Emperor Liu Hong's hand glowed.

This jade seal, which symbolizes the enduring legacy of the nation, seemed to come alive at this moment. The crystal-clear seal body was adorned with patterns representing mountains, rivers, and the state, radiating a powerful aura capable of suppressing the fate of the nation.

At the same time, Emperor Liu Hong's own aura was also constantly sublimating, as if he had established an unknown connection with the golden dragon that was confronting Zhang Jiao.

An extraordinary power was forcibly injected into his limbs and bones, elevating his cultivation, which was originally limited to the realm below the Emperor's Path, to the pinnacle of life and death.

But it is visible to the naked eye.

As this force continued to rise, the humanity in Emperor Liu Hong's eyes diminished in tandem.

Those eyes, which once held a wealth of emotions and feelings, were now being gradually replaced by a cold indifference devoid of any emotion.

He seemed to have become a vessel that devoured fortune.

Just like this emperor, who was willing to give up everything as a "human being" in order to protect the dynasty.

"Stop?"

Zhang Jiao gazed at Emperor Liu Hong above Luodu, but his gaze did not linger on the emperor. Instead, it swept across the thirty-six altars formed by believers in various prefectures and counties.

Altars stood in the void, each one shimmering with the spiritual light of countless believers' faith.

"If the old Taoist priest stops, far too many people in this world will die!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Liu Hong's face darkened with anger.

He took a sudden step, which caused the void to tremble, and the light of the Imperial Seal of the State shone even brighter.

"If you don't stop, will fewer people die in this world? Without the imperial dynasty to suppress this land, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Master, reciting the Yellow Court Classic in meditation is the path you should take; you should not enter this mundane world!"

"If the dynasty collapses, can you withstand the backlash of its fate?"

Emperor Liu Hong's voice boomed like a thunderous edict, clearly reaching Zhang Jiao's ears.

In this process, his earthly humanity gradually faded away, replaced by a divine indifference towards all living beings.

His strength has unknowingly risen to the Emperor Realm, and there is even a faint trend of surpassing it.

Emperor Liu Hong's feet trembled, as if he had shattered the distance of space.

In the next instant, his figure traversed thousands of miles and arrived opposite Zhang Jiao.

And at the very moment he appeared.

The golden dragon seemed to have finally found its home.

Its enormous dragon body raised its head and let out a loud dragon roar. Then, without the slightest hesitation, the dragon plunged into the body of Emperor Liu Hong.

"boom!"

An increasingly terrifying aura emanated from Emperor Liu Hong, layering up like a tide and erupting uncontrollably like a volcano.

As the golden dragon's body sank inch by inch, Liu Hong's black hair danced wildly behind his head, each strand seemingly containing the power of the heavens.

His originally black eyes slowly turned brownish-gold, as if dragon eyes were gathering within them.

At this moment, Emperor Liu Hong was like a vessel for a golden dragon, wanting to take the entire fortune of the Han dynasty into his own body.

Even during this process...

His body was trembling!

His soul is burning!

But Liu Hong did not back down. He was still trying to shoulder the fate of the entire dynasty on his own and make that final stand.