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

"He" was quietly watching Zhang Mu.

Looking at this tearful, homeless child standing before "Him"...

He no longer recited the poems that even the "Emperor Qin" could dissuade him from reciting!

Oh, Him!

She simply walked silently up to Zhang Mu.

With a flick of his finger, "He" touched Zhang Mu's forehead.

That is the location of the ink aperture space that Zhang Mu opened in his mind after he cultivated both literary and martial arts and entered the realm of literary master.

Within the acupoint space, there still remain magnificent poems attributed to "He," which Zhang Mu privately copied with literary flair.

Zhang Mu couldn't quite describe the feeling of "His" finger touching his brow.

He felt a warm current flow straight into his mind and into his ink-hole space.

then……

Under that warm current, the Ink Aperture Space, which had stopped changing after he secretly advanced to the Grandmaster Realm of Literature, is now expanding at a rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye.

His ink-hole space underwent a tremendous transformation.

From a small space, several meters square, entirely created by spiritual will, it transformed into a vast academy filled with halls and pavilions.

A profound literary spirit permeates the space.

The scriptures and sacred words he learned in his previous life, as well as famous works of literature throughout the ages, all emerged from it.

And in each of those palaces and pavilions that were formed from spiritual ideas.

Faintly, figures with different auras could be seen lecturing within. As their voices rang out, the literary aura of sages, the true words of poetry, and the teachings of those figures transformed into mysterious ancient symbols.

"This is……"

Only the "ancient sages" above the level of the Grandmaster of Literature and Taoism can open up the literary palace and grotto heaven with their spiritual thoughts.

Zhang Mu, who had just noticed the changes in the Ink Aperture Space, was instantly stunned.

Martial arts masters use their blood and qi to create orifices, thus establishing the Blood Aperture Space.

When it breaks through to the Overlord Realm, the Blood Aperture Space will automatically transform into the Blood Sea Life Domain.

Within the Blood Sea Domain, the blood energy is inexhaustible, and those at the Overlord Realm are immortal and indestructible.

Correspondingly.

Those who are strong in literature absorb literary energy into their sea of ​​consciousness and open up space, which is called the ink aperture.

When a literary master achieves the realm of a sage, the ink aperture will transform into a literary palace.

Within the Wengong Cave, literary energy is naturally formed and continuously generated, representing the profound understanding of the universe by those skilled in the art of literature.

If a sage-level literary master were to sit and lecture within it, the entire world would resonate with him, manifesting the phenomenon of golden lotuses blooming from the earth—a wondrous sight of a sage lecturing.

This is just a side effect.

Legend has it that if a sage were willing to draw upon the primordial literary energy within their own literary grotto and infuse it into the body of a scholar seeking knowledge…

Within three years, that student will surely reach the level of a master of literature and philosophy.

Zhang Mu never expected that "He" would possess such unfathomable power, bringing him such a great surprise.

But when I think of His terrifying talent in literature...

Zhang Mu then felt relieved.

It is not surprising that anything happens to "He".

Even now, "He" is merely a product of his thoughts and ideas in this mythological world, born from the experiences of this transmigrator.

But soon.

Zhang Mu immediately noticed something was wrong.

He realized that, in terms of realm, his literary cultivation had not yet reached the level of a sage.

He simply progressed a very, very long way beyond his initial entry into the Grandmaster realm.

It gave him the feeling of...

Before reaching the realm of sages, he exploited a bug and obtained the Wengong Cave Heaven, which only ancient sages could open.

He chose to help him.

However, they did not choose to force Zhang Mu's growth, thus damaging his future foundation in literature and Taoism.

At this moment, a feeling of weakness came over my soul.

As soon as Zhang Mu opened his eyes after regaining consciousness, he saw the figure of "He" who had just given him such a great fortune fading away and dissipating little by little.

At last.

"He" has completely disappeared.

They transformed back into the divine runes of "Hammer and Sickle Suppressing Heaven and Earth" and an extremely dim chapter of literature, which disappeared into the martial arts dharma image and the literary palace cave, respectively.

Wipe away the tears that flowed from the corners of my eyes because I saw "His" appearance.

Zhang Mu took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

He realized he was wrong.

That's utterly wrong.

Having transmigrated to this world without a system by his side, he initially thought that the biggest advantage wasn't the so-called destiny and luck of a transmigrator that he had previously imagined.

Looking at it now...

His greatest asset...

Zhang Mu suddenly laughed.

A scene from a video he had viewed before his transmigration now silently appeared in his literary palace.

There was an old man whose face was obscured, waving.

They were calling out to him, "Little one, here, here, you look a little confused!"

At that time, in the Wengong Cave Heaven, when that old man spoke, the figures of sages in many pavilions and palaces stopped lecturing and preaching, all fell silent, and looked at each other with respect.

"Kongji little friend!"

"That figure...who is it?"

"Why is the Qin Emperor's image on the eerie black door called the Ancestral Dragon? Could he be some ancient emperor?"

Tong Yuan looked at Zhang Mu, his heart filled with many questions.

Everything that happened tonight was completely unexpected.

Having lived most of his life, he was already prepared to risk his life tonight.

Unexpectedly.

An unknown figure suddenly appeared and easily forced the Qin Emperor to retreat by reciting a few lines of poetry.

"Oh, Him!"

"Master Tong, He is the Ancestral Dragon, yet He is not the Ancestral Dragon!"

"If we must refer to Him as the Ancestral Dragon..."

"Then Him."

"He is the last ancestral dragon in the world."

"He was not any of the ancient emperors, but in the face of his achievements, even the Five Emperors paled in comparison, and the Three Sovereigns were on par with him."

After saying these words, Zhang Mu looked at Tong Yuan, who still wanted to ask more questions, and raised his hand to stop him.

"Mr. Tong, the battle is over. We should return to our villa on Phoenix Perch Mountain."

"I'm not going back."

"Your three apprentices should be worried."

Seeing that Zhang Mu was unwilling to talk more about His affairs, Tong Yuan chuckled.

"Hahaha!"

"Kōji is right!"

Zhang Mu smiled slightly. He did not leave immediately, but instead looked around the valley.

"Found it!"

Zhang Mu's gaze locked onto the corner of the stone coffin he had previously severed and the two pieces of the eight-sided Han sword that had been knocked away during the fight with the Han general.

Tong Yuan looked surprised as he gazed at the two items that Zhang Mu had picked up.

"This corner of the stone coffin has been tainted by the deathly aura of that eerie black mist for many years. Mu intends to give it to that ghostly friend that you, Elder Tong, also met before."

"Perhaps it will greatly benefit his spiritual practice."

"As for this broken sword?"

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Don't you, Elder Tong, wonder about the original identity of that Han general's corpse?"

"No matter what."

"He was also a sworn enemy of Huo Qubing, the Marquis of Champion, and was even a ghost general in the imperial tomb who participated in the execution of Huo Qubing after his death!"

Tong Yuan's gaze did not linger on the corner of the stone coffin for even a moment.

He had absolutely no interest in the strange stone coffin remains.

On the contrary, Zhang Mu stared at the broken sword in his hand for a long time before shaking his head.

"The Marquis of Champion is a master strategist, and his record of conquering foreign tribes is unparalleled."

"In terms of governing the army and managing subordinates..."

"His style was completely different from his uncle's. He was rarely kind and often acted violently. Although the soldiers respected him, many also resented him and feared him like a tiger." [This is not meant to be a smear campaign against the Marquis of Champion; his command style was extremely pragmatic, strict in discipline, and guaranteed to win every battle. He rarely shared hardships with his troops.]

"It won't be easy for you to determine the identity of that Han general's corpse based on this."

"but."

Tong Yuan paused for a moment, then offered Zhang Mu a suggestion.

"I have heard that Cai Yong, a great Confucian scholar from Luoyang, is learned in both ancient and modern times."

"If you have the opportunity to use this broken sword to ask him for help in the future, you may be able to uncover the identity of the sword's owner in his lifetime."