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

The scene of Zhang Jiao being suddenly attacked was something no one expected.

As the group ascended the River of Time, they saw countless drops of blood, splattered from the explosion of Zhang Jiao's body, floating and sinking within it.

Zhang Jiao had not yet perished; the blood still teemed with vibrant life.

But every drop of his blood was glowing at this moment, as if he were about to be reborn from the ashes, reshaping himself into a completely new self in the long river of time.

however.

Zhang Jiao's act of reshaping his body with his own blood seems to be something that cannot be tolerated by the long river of time.

Throughout the process, the river water, imbued with the power of time, continuously washed over his blood, extinguishing the vitality within each drop.

In an instant, amidst destruction and reshaping, countless drops of blood that fell into the river of time fell into an indescribable stalemate and balance.

One can imagine...

If Zhang Jiao cannot get rid of this state as soon as possible, his fate will definitely not be good.

"Sigh!" Zhang Mu sighed softly, knowing he could no longer stand idly by.

He pushed aside Zhang Ning, the Yellow Turban Sect's holy maiden who was embracing him, and walked into the void, black halberd in hand.

His pace was not fast; in fact, it could be described as very slow.

However, with each step he took, his aura rose at an incredible speed.

At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble with his steps.

The void began to distort, the Great Dao began to groan, and a chaotic and turbulent world phenomenon emerged behind him, resonating with his aura, becoming clearer and larger.

When he reached the tribulation lightning being, his cultivation level was clearly not yet at the Emperor Realm, but his sharp, almost tangible gaze caused the entire river of time to pause slightly for a moment.

"The old Taoist priest can't die yet!"

"If anything happens to him..." Zhang Mu gazed at the humanoid creature modeled after himself by the lightning, and declared resolutely, "Whoever it is, I will make them pay with their lives!"

"To be buried with them?" The ancient syllables were uttered from the mouth of the lightning-infused creature.

His eyes flashed with lightning-purple light, carrying a condescending air: "You haven't even crossed the threshold of the Emperor Realm, what makes you think you can kill me?"

As it spoke, its gaze fell upon the chaotic world phenomenon behind Zhang Mu.

Gazing at the strange phenomenon, a faint hint of reminiscence flashed in the eyes of the lightning-infused being, before it spoke expressionlessly: "I have seen this phenomenon of yours before. But back then, you were not as weak as you are now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu's aura suddenly froze.

It's not fear.

He genuinely couldn't tell whether the other party was friend or foe.

If this person is an enemy, Zhang Mu is all too clear about his future style of doing things.

He was by no means a soft-hearted person. The chaotic world phenomenon was his trump card. He would never use it unless he was a mortal enemy.

But if this person was on good terms with him, how could he possibly have done such a terrible thing to Zhang Jiao, whom he had already recognized as his future father-in-law and ally?

The entity manipulating the tribulation lightning creatures behind the scenes seemed quite pleased to see Zhang Mu hesitate.

He didn't speak again, but instead turned his gaze back to the river of time.

There, Zhang Jiao was still struggling, still trying to reshape his body.

The lightning-infused creature remained unmoved, staring intently at the countless drops of blood on Zhang Jiao, lost in thought.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.

On the long river of time, every drop of Zhang Jiao's blood trembled violently, and phantom figures emerged from the blood.

Immediately following, three books radiating an incomparably mysterious aura appeared: the Book of Heaven, the Book of Earth, and the Book of Man.

The three illusory images intertwined and moved along some ancient trajectory, eventually weaving together above the river of time to form a simple yet mysterious character.

seal up!

The moment this word appeared, the entire river of time boiled over.

If Zhang Jiao's blood falling into the river was merely a passive consequence of the erosion and influence of the power of time...

So.

The appearance of the word "seal" was like stirring up a hornet's nest, provoking the fiercest resistance in the long river of time.

Suddenly, towering waves surged, time itself seemed to twist, and even the river's flow became disordered.

The character "封" stands above the river of time, seemingly carrying some unknown will, suppressing the entire river.

Meanwhile, upstream and downstream of the river of time, blurry figures seemed to sense something and cast their gazes in all directions.

Some of those figures sat cross-legged in temples, some stood in the chaotic mist, and some had already merged with the traces of the Great Dao, their faces obscured, and no one knew who they were.

"Sealed off? Has it reappeared?"

"It never brings good news when it appears. But no one can predict in what form it will manifest in the world each time."

"Look... the timeline of its appearance is exactly the era of Mu Tian's... powerful rise to power, isn't it?"

"Silence! That person's name is not to be mentioned lightly!"

"..."

Whispers echoed upstream and downstream in the long river of time, but were mostly drowned out by the sound of the waves.

Those ancient beings were extremely wary of the word "seal," but they were even more wary of that revered name that could hardly be mentioned.

That name seemed to possess a kind of magic; once uttered, it would bring unpredictable consequences.

The beings of the tribulation lightning ignored them.

As long as those people don't interfere with the present world, it's fine to take a look.

Just then, the character "封" (seal) which evolved from the three books of "Heaven, Earth, and Man" suddenly trembled violently!

A muffled thud resounded, like a drumbeat coming from the very source of this universe, deep and resonant.

Immediately following the guidance of that letter, a pitch-black divine list, exuding an aura of decay, was forcibly summoned from an unknown place.

The pitch-black divine ranking list floats above the river of time. The pages move without wind, and as they are turned, countless ancient and mysterious runes emerge, as if carrying one buried era after another.

At the same time, a stench of decay emanated from the divine list, sending chills down one's spine.

This pitch-black divine ranking seems out of place in this era.

It is too old.

It is so ancient that it seems to be older than the river of time itself, so ancient that one might wonder if it is a relic left over from another universe or another era.

but.

Upon seeing the pitch-black divine ranking list, Zhang Mu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he noticed that the moment the dark divine ranking appeared, three words flashed across the surface of the ranking, which was covered by a decaying aura.

One of the characters looks exactly like the character "封" that has now appeared.

Could it be the three words Mu imagined?

As Zhang Mu pondered this, he saw the character "封" (seal) that even the river of time feared suddenly fly up and disappear into the dark God Ranking.