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

Zhang Mu never expected that he would be asked to die by someone who had passed away countless years ago.

Gazing at the resurrected old man, now like a candle flickering in the wind, his life force waning without the support of the black mist and deathly aura…

"good!"

Zhang Mu readily agreed, abandoning his plan to throw him back into the black jade coffin.

It's not that he's kind.

Rather, it was because Zhang Mu overheard what the Han general said during the brief moment when he recovered from his old age.

I regret that I was unable to defeat the Xiongnu!

Zhang Mu didn't care what kind of deep-seated hatred existed between this person and the champion Marquis Huo Qubing, but this sentence alone was enough.

The fact that he drew his sword against a foreign race already demonstrates that he is a man of impeccable integrity!

In the face of such a momentous national occasion, what did his dying plea matter?

"Is there anything else you haven't finished wishing for?"

"If so."

"Within my capacity, I can offer some assistance."

Zhang Mu's hand remained firmly gripping the Han general's neck. After agreeing to send him on his way, Zhang Mu pondered for a moment and then asked another question.

"Thanks!"

The old man pulled a relieved smile from the corner of his mouth.

No other requirements.

Only a sincere thank you.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu immediately understood what he meant.

"laugh!"

Instantly, the hand Zhang Mu held by the Han general's neck burst into flames of blood.

As Zhang Mu poured his blood essence into the Han general's corpse, flames ignited his entire body.

But unlike the previous wails...

Now, the old general, his body engulfed in flames, seemed to feel no pain whatsoever; he continued to laugh.

Laughing happily.

Yet his laughter was tinged with sadness, as if mocking his life, which was still subject to manipulation even after death.

A touch of longing mingled with the sorrow.

finally.

In the final moments before the black mist of death that kept him "alive" within his body was about to dissipate...

His head turned slightly, facing northwest.

That place is the northern border of the Great Han Dynasty!

It is where Bingzhou is located!

"Father...homeland...the battlefields where I fought in my lifetime..."

"I...can't go back!"

The sound gradually faded into inaudibility. As the burning blood flames scorched away the last trace of black mist and death energy within the Han general's corpse, his head drooped limply.

A gust of wind blew in.

The Han general's body looked as if it had been weathered.

His body turned into grains of sand and vanished from Zhang Mu's hands, leaving no trace in the world.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Perhaps, this is the ending he deserved.

After death, their souls return to heaven and earth, where they find peace.

Instead of being like tonight, with restless souls who must return after death to fight the living again.

Suspended in the air, Zhang Mu felt no joy after the great victory. He glanced down at the 365 terracotta warriors slowly retreating into the black mist as the Han general's body vanished...

"Qin Emperor, what exactly are you after?"

"If your only goal is immortality, why do you, a great emperor of all time, not even spare the dead?"

Zhang Mu murmured, questioning the source of the black mist on the water's surface.

No one answered Zhang Mu.

Or perhaps, even the sleeping First Emperor couldn't hear it.

What happened tonight may simply be an order given by that great emperor before he fell into his slumber; all the night-moving terracotta warriors were merely operating mechanically according to a pre-set mechanism.

The strong die, the terracotta warriors march at night, collect the corpses from the imperial tomb, nurtured by the black mist, and return to fight again.

All the steps were completed naturally.

On a distant mountaintop, Gun God Tong Yuan also heard Zhang Mu's words.

He was also unable to answer Zhang Mu's question.

There are too many rumors circulating in the world about that former Qin emperor.

Some rumors even suggest that even this top expert of the late Han Dynasty had to be in awe of him and dare not verify the truth of the matter with his own body.

"Gongzhi, watch down below! That black mist seems to be changing again!"

"Is it because you killed this treacherous general?"

Tong Yuan's reminder rang in Zhang Mu's ears.

Zhang Mu focused his gaze on the source of the black mist, and just as Tong Yuan had said, the black mist was undergoing unknown changes.

As all the mounted warriors retreated back into the black mist and disappeared, the remains of the standing warriors that Zhang Mu had previously killed also vanished.

When no more "living" terracotta warriors remained in this valley, the changes in the black mist ceased.

It materialized from the mist into two closed black doors.

The gate is engraved with countless animated patterns.

Looking at those patterns, Zhang Mu saw in them the descent of the Black Bird and the rise of the Ying Qin tribe.

They saw that the King of Qin was seeking out virtuous and capable men, thus beginning the reforms!

They also saw a blood-stained Qin general standing silently amidst a million corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his expression neither crying nor laughing.

Looking directly at the black gate, the patterns seemed to come alive.

It was explaining to Zhang Mu, a living person in this world, the rise of Qin and the formation of the empire.

At last.

All the images disappeared.

Only one image remains: a figure dressed in an imperial crown ascending a mountain staircase, with thunder raging at the summit.

"Is this the First Emperor performing the Fengshan ceremony?"

Zhang Mu asked.

But still, no one could provide an answer.

Since no one answered, Zhang Mu didn't mind finding an answer himself.

next moment.

Zhang Mu's figure vanished in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the two black gates formed by the materialization of black mist.

He wanted to push open the black door, which resembled the gates of the underworld, and peek inside to uncover its mysteries.

however.

As soon as Zhang Mu reached out his hand, he felt a chilling killing intent descend upon him.

This murderous intent was even greater than the feeling he had when he first arrived above the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum in Guanzhong.

Push the door open, or you'll die!

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

Then, Zhang Mu heard the clattering of footsteps and the sound of weapons being dragged on the ground coming from inside the door.

This caused Zhang Mu's pupils to shrink involuntarily.

The reason why the Black Gate has not yet been opened is because the person who is to appear inside has not yet arrived.

As for the purpose of the person who has not yet appeared, Zhang Mu would not assume that he would only come to say hello and then leave.

"so……"

"Is this never going to end?!"

With enemies appearing one after another, Zhang Mu couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Tong Yuan was also unsettled.

His figure appeared beside Zhang Mu, his expression solemn as he stared directly at the two closed black doors.

"Gongzhi, we must not allow this door to open, lest the person behind it reappear."

"With our current strength, we might be able to kill him."

"But what if there are enemies coming from behind the door?"

Tong Yuan asked Zhang Mu a question, and before Zhang Mu could respond, he continued, "This door must be sealed."

"Even if we can't seal it off, we can't stay here any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Yuan reached out with one hand toward the corpse of Tan Shihuai on the cliff top, and with the other hand he drew in the ink jade coffin that was still floating in the air.

Tan Shihuai's body was then placed in the black jade coffin.

Tong Yuan did not have time to take the next step.

The black jade coffin that contained Tan Shihuai's body seemed to have automatically triggered some kind of mechanism.

The coffin lid, which had been kicked away when the Han general revived the body, flew back automatically and landed on top of the stone coffin, restoring it to its original state.

Well! If we ignore the corner of the stone coffin that Zhang Mu cut off, it is indeed intact.

"We have no intention of being enemies with the Imperial Mausoleum!"

"You may take this corpse."

Pulled by the power of the sandalwood tree, the black jade coffin lay horizontally in front of the black gate. Tong Yuan spoke loudly into the gate, expressing his desire to end the war.

As if they had heard Tong Yuan's voice, the footsteps inside the door suddenly stopped.

"Waaaaah!"

Black mist extended from one side of the black gate, covering the black jade coffin.

As the black mist completely covered the ink jade coffin, it slowly disappeared under the watchful eyes of Zhang Mu and Tong Yuan.

Seeing this, Tong Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He assumed that the person from inside the black gate had granted his request.

But in the next moment.

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

"..."

The sound of footsteps resumed, continuing to come from inside the black gate.

at the same time.

A voice resounded in Zhang Mu and Tong Yuan's minds.

"The corpse general will die in battle, and someone must pay the price."

"Let us go together to the imperial tomb and become corpse generals."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu smiled.

"If you want Mu to go to the imperial tomb with you and become a corpse general, then kill me first."

"Someone is dead!"

"You can dispose of the body as you see fit."

Enraged, Zhang Mu responded with a forceful laugh, his surging blood energy bursting forth.

In the blink of an eye.

A black-armored martial arts dharma image, ninety-nine feet tall, materialized in this valley, lifting Tong Yuan up with it.

"Gongzhi, what if you do this..."

In response to Tong Yuan's question, Zhang Mu, who stood proudly at the center of his Martial Dao Dharma Image's brow, looked down at the black door below, which was only the size of a toenail of his Dharma Image body, and let out a soft laugh.

"What else can we do!"

"Of course, we'll just stomp this black door apart!"

Zhang Mu made no attempt to conceal his ferocious fighting spirit and killing intent.

Compared to Tong Yuan's desire to compromise but being unable to, and having never had a satisfying battle, Zhang Mu himself was unsure of his true fighting strength. Today, he was willing to fight to the death with the visitors from the Imperial Mausoleum.

Anyway, he died in his previous life, so living another twenty years in this life is a bonus no matter how you look at it.

Having just collected the black jade coffin and the corpse of the sandalwood tree, the Black Gate seemed to sense Zhang Mu's threat.

The footsteps coming from inside the door suddenly became more hurried.

Even the Black Gate itself is beginning to expand rapidly, as if it is about to reach the same height as Zhang Mufa.

however.

As soon as the black gate expanded to about ten feet, the blood-red cloak behind Zhang Mu's martial arts avatar, formed from his blood energy, began to flutter wildly.

The numerous divine runes engraved on the blood-red cloak came to life in an instant.

The immortal emerged from the Nine Heavens Palace, transforming into a beam of light and landing on the black gate.

then.

Zhang Mu and Tong Yuan saw that the immortal was fighting with the celestial bird engraved on the black gate, presenting a scene of the immortal shedding blood and the bird's scales and feathers flying everywhere.

"Gongzhi, you..."

When had Tong Yuan ever seen such an unbelievable sight?

But when his gaze fell on Zhang Mu's face, he was surprised to find that Zhang Mu's expression was no better than his own.

He also had an expression of existential doubt.

In that short moment, from among the many divine patterns on the blood-red cloak, a Buddha chanting sutras under a Bodhi tree and an old man riding a blue ox emerged and disappeared into the patterns engraved on the black gate.

The Buddha sought out the Qin general amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, while the old man riding an ox blocked the path of the six kings who would later manifest at the black gate.

They are playing a game of strategy in ways that Zhang Mu and Tong Yuan cannot see through.

It is precisely because of this kind of game.

The expansion of the black gate stopped.

Although it is still growing, this slight expansion rate means that even if it were given ten years, it might not be able to expand to the same level as Zhang Mu's Black Armor Martial Arts.

Zhang Mu was unsure why the divine runes inside the cloak behind the Martial Dao Dharma Image were exhibiting such unusual movements without his authorization.

But he understood one thing.

Compared to the abnormality of the crimson cloak's divine patterns, it couldn't be much worse.

The silent interplay between the divine runes and the black gate pattern emanating from the blood-red cloak was underway, but this did not mean it was over.

Zhang Mu noticed this.

While the divine runes and the black gate patterns were locked in a battle of wits, the painting of Qin Shi Huang ascending Mount Tai on the black gate never made a move.

That figure, clad in an imperial crown, continues to climb upwards.

One step, two steps, three steps...

at last.

When the imperial crown reached the highest point of the mountain, it suddenly turned around.

In an instant.

A misconception arose in Zhang Mu's mind.

The figure was looking at him.

It's as if that great emperor who performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai countless years ago is gazing at him across the ages.

Next.

He then saw that the pattern formed by that figure had changed.

He held a royal sword in his hand, pointing it at Zhang Mu in the present world.

"He should be killed!"

This is a verdict from the Emperor.

As the verdict was announced, Zhang Mu saw the previously stagnant and expanding black gate grow larger again.

It was even pushed open from the inside, and an aura of supreme power, no weaker than that of Tan Shihuai back then, surged out from behind the door.

Sensing this, Zhang Mu suppressed his smile.

"Mr. Tong, you should leave now!"

"This is the Shepherd's battle."

Zhang Mu did not want Tong Yuan to be implicated because of what he had done today.

How could Tong Yuan possibly agree?

But before Tong Yuan could speak, the divine pattern of "Hammer and Sickle Determine the Universe" on the blood-red cloak behind Zhang Mu's martial arts avatar, formed from his blood energy, suddenly flew out as if provoked by the figure of the Qin Emperor.

Not only that.

Zhang Mu also sensed...

A man skilled in both literature and martial arts, he had long ago created an article using his literary energy, which he had secretly placed within his ink-trap space. Now, this article was also restless.

Martial arts use blood orifices to conceal divine weapons.

The Way of Literature also has ink holes to collect the written texts, transforming them into deadly and magical means of combat against enemies.

"Buzz!"

With a slight shift in his mind, Zhang Mu released the binding force of the Wen Dao Mo Qiao space on that ancient masterpiece.

Immediately.

To Tong Yuan's astonishment, a dazzling chapter flew out of Zhang Mu's mind and merged with the previous "Hammer and Sickle Determine the Fate" divine rune.

next moment.

An indescribable, unseen figure stepped out amidst the combined light of chapters and divine runes.

His gaze fell upon the mortal world.

Looking towards the eerie black door, he was also staring at the figure of the Qin Emperor.

"From the moment the wind and thunder rise from the earth, piles of white bones appear in this life!"

He murmured.

These words immediately caused the heavens and earth to change color.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Mu's body trembled.

Is it...is it you, sir?

Zhang Mu clearly remembers:

In his previous life, during a difficult period, particularly the three-year drought, this old man had someone recite this text repeatedly, questioning the heavens.

then.

Soon after, a heavy rain fell from the sky, turning into sweet rain that nourished the land of China.

But at this moment.

As if this mythical world could not tolerate "His" existence, a muffled thunderclap suddenly descended from the sky, drowning out "His" voice.

He ignored it.

"Demons and ghosts will inevitably bring disaster, Golden Monkey... Thousand-pound Cudgel..."

Thunder rumbled frequently, making it difficult to clearly hear "His" voice.

The recitation continues.

But a strange scene unfolded. The beings with divine runes and those that had come to life on the black gate pattern, who were still engaged in the game, were gradually losing their vitality and turning back into their original inanimate objects.

Even the crowned emperor's shadow sheathed his imperial sword, shifting his gaze from Zhang Mu to "He".

"I am the First Emperor!"

"Why is it that you, who have never worn an imperial crown, are born with the aura of the First Emperor?"

"You, Ancestral Dragon, are quite strange."

The emperor's shadow above the black gate slowly turned around, silently transforming into a lifeless pattern.

"This will not be repeated!"

The voice of the emperor echoed in Zhang Mu's mind.

The expanding black gate gradually shrunk, finally disappearing into the black mist as if it had never existed.

It was also at this time.

The figure named "He" then looked at Zhang Mu...

Tong Yuan discovered it.

The young man beside me, Gongzhi, was trembling, and tears were already streaming down his face.

It was just like a child who had been away from home for a long time, who met his beloved parents and silently knelt down in front of "He" who was formed from his own martial arts divine runes.

Is it because "He" is also an ancestral dragon?

Unsure of "His" identity, Tong Yuan couldn't help but recall the words spoken by the emperor's figure earlier.

If it truly is the position of the Ancestral Dragon.

It was only natural that his young friend knelt down.

just.

Which ancestral dragon is this?

Why was this not recorded in historical books?

Even Tong Yuan had never heard of it.