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

As the two Daoist corpses disappeared one after another...

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only one sound remained.

That was the roar of the highway.

After merging with the two Dao Corpses, Zhang Jiao's realm entered an unprecedented and bizarre domain.

The Dao Palace within his body, which was already as brilliant as a galaxy, now seemed to have been reforged.

Every inch of his Dao bone box and every wisp of his vital energy was glowing, and there was even a faint aura of "forbiddenness" permeating the air, and a kind of "immortal" radiance flowing through it.

It should be understood that the forbidden and the immortal are realms that countless cultivators throughout history have spent their entire lives trying to reach but have been unable to touch.

But now, it has actually appeared in this world.

In ancient times, such a phenomenon would have been enough to crush all enemies and make even immortals and gods take notice.

But at this moment, all of this is only the beginning.

Deep within Zhangjiao's Taoist Palace, a primordial spirit resembling an infant sat cross-legged in the void.

The primordial spirit was only about a foot tall, with facial features exactly like Zhang Jiao's. It was translucent and formed from the primordial laws of heaven and earth.

The infant's spirit had its eyes closed and its hands forming a mudra. Above its head, three divine flowers had somehow condensed.

One flower blooms in the center, one slightly to the left, and one slightly to the right.

The three flowers swayed gracefully, each possessing its own unique charm.

Each flower is like a vessel of the Tao, with purple clouds emerging from the center of the petals.

Although the purple mist was only wisps and strands, it contained an aura that made heaven and earth tremble, like the first ray of light when the universe was first created, or like the first touch of spirituality at the source of all civilization.

As soon as Zixia appeared, it automatically rushed towards the mouth and nose of the infant's primordial spirit.

With each wisp of purple light that the infant's primordial spirit inhaled and exhaled, its body became more solid, and the invisible force of Zhang Jiao's impending breakthrough and breakthrough grew stronger.

One strand, two strands, three strands...

Eighty-one strands of purple light, exactly nine times nine equals eighty-one, the ultimate number of nine, symbolizing the ultimate perfection of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

The moment the last wisp of purple light was swallowed by the infant's primordial spirit...

It was as if something within Zhang Jiao's body had been shattered. Every inch of space within his Dao Palace was cracking and reassembling, and his aura was like a true dragon that had been dormant for millions of years suddenly raising its head, tearing apart all constraints.

Outside, Zhang Jiao's entire aura had reached a critical point.

Just one step away, and it would be a completely different world.

And it was at this very moment.

At the source of a time so distant it seems unreachable, a forbidden being, whose gaze cannot be directly directed, lowers its eyes and silently observes all of this.

"Is it possible to break through?"

This being whispered.

The sound didn't seem to come from a mouth, but rather like the echoes of countless strands of the Great Dao Laws colliding in the long river.

He seemed to be anticipating something, yet also judging it indifferently.

But from beginning to end, the finger he had previously extended to suppress Zhang Jiao never faltered in the slightest.

The force has already arrived even before the finger points out.

The entire world seemed to be under an indescribable oppression; the mountains and rivers lost their color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

"Father!!!"

A cry, choked with sobs, shattered the oppressive silence.

Protected by his two uncles, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, Zhang Ning stared intently at the figure undergoing transformation in the air, his eyes reddening.

She could sense how terrifying that attack from the end of the river of time was.

It was a destructive force that transcended words and imagination; even the aftershocks were enough to grind everything around it into dust.

Zhang Ning only hoped that his father, Zhang Jiao, could complete the breakthrough before the unknown enemy's offensive arrived.

otherwise……

She didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Don't worry.

At that very moment, a gentle voice rang in her ear.

"Your father will be fine."

"Isn't there still me?"

Having just finished a major battle and taken a short rest, Zhang Mu appeared silently beside Zhang Ning.

Although there was some weariness between his brows, his eyes remained deep and sharp. Zhang Mu's words, though plain, carried a steady strength.

It was as if he wasn't offering comfort, but rather stating a given fact.

Zhang Mu looked up at the sky. Although he was wary of the terrifying existence at the end of the River of Time, it did not mean that he was powerless to fight.

No matter how powerful that being is, it is ultimately launching an attack from across a vast river of time, and its power may not be unbearable.

Moreover, if Zhang Mu were truly provoked...

The blazing sun and the black moon could very well appear together again!

The blazing sun hangs high in the sky, illuminating eternity;

The black moon falls, plunging all realms into oblivion.

The moment both emerge, even those who are figures at the end of the long river of time cannot escape unscathed.

Zhang Mu is not without his trump cards.

"Brother Mu!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Ning's face lit up with joy, as if a drifting lone boat had finally found its backbone. He disregarded all restraint and plunged headfirst into Zhang Mu's chest.

To outsiders, she was a goddess in the eyes of countless believers.

At this moment, however, she was nothing more than a daughter worried about her father's life, an ordinary woman who wanted to rely on the person in front of her amidst the earth-shattering changes.

Zhang Mu stood still, letting her lean against him.

He could feel her slightly trembling shoulders and her icy fingertips. Zhang Mu did not push her away, nor did he say anything unnecessary. He simply put away the black halberd in his hand, ready to fight at any moment.

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, who were standing nearby, naturally saw what their niece had done.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded to Zhang Mu, and said nothing.

In the past, they could have acted arrogantly in front of Zhang Mu and acted as elders because of Zhang Ning's relationship with Zhang Mu.

But after today's series of changes, how could they possibly have such thoughts?

A young monster who could easily kill three imperial figures—even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to act like elders anymore.

Just as the group was lost in their own thoughts, Zhang Mu's expression suddenly changed, and his voice abruptly rang out:

"They're here!"

Zhang Mu's voice was calm and even, yet it was like a celestial blade that instantly shattered the silence.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were startled and turned around abruptly.

Then, the aura of Zhang Jiao, the elder brother who carried the heavens on his back, suddenly rose, and he crossed the critical point that existed in the dark.

"boom!"

The heavens and earth seemed to be ignited at the same moment.

The entire universe trembled violently, mountains and rivers shook, and a vast expanse of colorful lightning struck down from the void.

The thunder is not ordinary thunder, but divine thunder with five different colors.

Crimson like blood, blue like the sea, cyan like wood, gold like gold, purple like mist.

Each strike was as thick as a dragon, carrying an aura of destruction, and slashed down in the same direction.

The exact center of the direction is Zhang Jiao!

When the tribulation lightning struck, the world changed color.

Multicolored lightning dyed half the sky with a dazzling yet terrifying hue, as if heaven and earth were telling everyone in an extremely domineering way:

It does not allow Zhang Jiao to reach a higher realm.

Or perhaps...

This world simply cannot contain him.

"A tribulation... a tribulation lightning?"

Zhang Bao stared in astonishment at the lightning bolts striking Zhang Jiao from the void, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Those bolts of lightning carried an aura of destruction and annihilation; each one was enough to make even a powerful figure change color.

Although Zhang Bao was not actually there, he could already feel the immense terror that was enough to destroy everything.

"hiss!"

Zhang Liang was even more exaggerated, taking a deep breath.

"Heavens! I thought that only cultivators in the pre-Qin period would encounter tribulation lightning, and that it had long since disappeared from the world today."

"I never imagined I'd actually see it with my own eyes today!"

"Could it be because of the trials and tribulations my brother must undergo to ascend to the 'Ancestral Realm'?!"

The pre-Qin period was an era in which immortals were believed to exist.

Legend has it that in that era, the laws of heaven and earth were strict, and every time a cultivator broke through a major realm, tribulation lightning would descend to test the seeker of the Dao.

Later, the world changed drastically, and the tribulation lightning gradually disappeared into the long river of history, becoming a legend.

But today, the legend has reappeared.

Zhang Liang's shock was not without reason.

Hearing Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao's words, Zhang Mu raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled to himself.

Who would have thought?

Zhang Jiao, who could command the thunder of the heavens to summon the great man to his death, could not escape being struck by lightning and baptized in the end!

At the same time, everything that was happening before his eyes made him realize one thing:

The tribulation lightning did not disappear.

In the future, whether cultivators step into the Emperor Realm above the Emperor Realm, or Confucian and Taoist cultivators break through to the Supreme Saint Realm above the Saint Realm, they will all have to undergo the baptism of heaven and earth tribulation lightning, just like the Dao Venerable Zhang Jiao breaking through to the "Dao Ancestor" Realm today.

It withstood...

From then on, it was reborn and became immortal, existing through the ages.

If you can't handle it...

Even if a god perishes and the Dao vanishes, turning into ashes, they give back to this world with their own bodies. The generosity and cruelty of the Great Dao are fully displayed at this moment.

"Can Zhang Jiao pass the test of the tribulation lightning?"

Zhang Mu asked himself this question in his heart.

However, as soon as the question came to mind, he immediately erased it from his thoughts.

the reason is simple.

Although Zhang Jiao is currently in a precarious situation amidst tribulation lightning of varying colors, the infant-like primordial spirit within him is opening its mouth wide and gulping in the essence of the void!

The tribulation lightning carries destruction and annihilation, but it also brings life and creation.

Logically speaking, these opportunities and blessings should be the source of the subsequent generation and replenishment of the tribulation lightning, a reward that only those who survive the heavenly tribulation can slowly absorb...

At this moment, however, the infant spirit within Zhang Jiao's body acted unpredictably, breaking the norm and choosing to actively compete for resources with the tribulation lightning during the tribulation process!

This is more than just robbery!

It's like snatching food from a tiger's mouth and fighting against fate!

"Can you really do this when you're undergoing tribulation?"

Zhang Mu looked on with admiration, and secretly wondered if he could do the same when he broke through in the future.

Could we also, like Zhang Jiao, view the tribulation lightning of heaven and earth as nourishment, a whetstone, or even food on our plates?

As soon as this thought arose, Zhang Mu felt his blood slightly heating up.

He wished he could replace Zhang Jiao right now, fight the tribulation lightning, and gain a stroke of good fortune.

At this time.

The tribulation lightning that appeared in the void seemed to possess a certain will and could perceive Zhang Jiao's actions.

next moment.

"boom!"

Heaven and earth seemed to be enraged, and the tribulation lightning ceased to gather.

The five-colored divine lightning surged back from all directions, converging at the center of the tribulation lightning's origin. Then, with a sudden tremor, a humanoid being formed entirely from the tribulation lightning appeared there.

The humanoid creature was covered in five-colored lightning, with crackling arcs of electricity, emanating an aura powerful enough to make even imperial figures tremble.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding void began to collapse, as if it could not withstand its presence.

But it's not over.

In the hands of that humanoid being, a long halberd slowly materialized!

The halberd was formed from lightning, and its appearance was clearly a copy of the black halberd in Zhang Mu's hand.

Both its length and curvature were identical to the imperial weapon in Zhang Mu's hands, as if the real black halberd had been transported into the sea of ​​thunder.

Staring at the creatures that had been transformed by the tribulation lightning, not only were Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang completely stunned, but even the being at the source of the River of Time who had been pointing a finger at Zhang Jiao also stopped his attack, which was quite unusual.

The giant finger, which had traversed countless ages, hovered above the river of time, refusing to advance any further, seemingly captivated by the scene before it.

"Forehead?"

Zhang Mu's lips twitched.

He never imagined that the tribulation lightning that Zhang Jiao was about to undergo would actually give rise to "another version of himself".

Although the face of the lightning-infused being was blurry, its shape, outline, and even the halberd in its hand looked exactly like another version of himself.

"so……"

"Others are undergoing tribulations, but for Zhang Jiao, is his tribulation to be beaten by his prospective son-in-law?"

Upon realizing this, Zhang Mu's face showed a mixture of laughter and tears.

But just as this thought crossed his mind...

Zhang Mu suddenly noticed something else.

At the end of the river of time, another existence that cannot be looked at directly has appeared!

A second one exists!

He couldn't see the specific appearance of that being, but could only sense an aura that was far beyond imagination, as if it were pressing down from the infinite end of time, lingering between heaven and earth, yet not directly descending.

That being seemed to have made only an extremely simple movement—a light flick of its finger.

"Buzz!"

A drop of blood, flying along the river of time.

It traversed endless time, passed through the dust of countless ages, and silently entered the body of "Zhang Mu," which was formed from the tribulation lightning.

In an instant, a light appeared in the eyes of this being of tribulation lightning.

It was as if a sleeping puppet had its soul awakened, or as if a cold weapon had been infused with fighting spirit.

It slowly raised its head, holding its halberd, and looked at Zhang Jiao, but it also seemed to glance at Zhang Mu.

The beings struck by lightning remained silent.

But as he withdrew his gaze, the lightning halberd he was wielding suddenly moved. The lightning halberd, imbued with the ultimate power of destruction and creation, slashed straight at Zhang Jiao.

Faced with this attack...

Zhang Jiao was surrounded by a surge of purple light, and three divine flowers swayed violently above his head, as if he were doing everything in his power to block the attack.

however.

The moment the halberd fell, it was as if the sky had been cleaved in two.

With a deafening roar, Zhang Jiao's Dao Ancestor body, which had just crossed the critical point, shattered inch by inch under the halberd's blade.

Millions of drops of blood spurted out, then were drawn by an invisible force and all disappeared into the river of time above, where they were instantly swallowed by the waves of time.