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

The second sage's shadow...

He dressed as a commoner serving on the frontier.

His body was covered in the frost and snow of the northern desert, and his temperament revealed a desolation and tragic spirit of guarding the border thousands of miles away.

He made a gesture of support with his left hand.

A phantom image of the Jade Gate Pass floated in the palm of his hand.

The ancient pass stands majestically, with wisps of smoke rising from it.

He raised his right hand slightly, and the phantom image of the ancient city of Loulan floated on it.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the ancient country was desolate.

Where he stood, yellow sand arose out of thin air and swirled around him.

The vast desert and the fierce borderlands evoke a powerful atmosphere, and the unparalleled fighting spirit of "never returning until Loulan is conquered" resonates through the ages.

The third figure did not step out.

Instead, from the endless light and shadow of the Wengong Cave, a scene of a solitary camp with a lamp appeared.

Inside the dimly lit military tent, an old general with white hair, wearing tattered armor, stood with his temples streaked with frost.

With a weathered face, he held a long sword, his eyes glazed with drunkenness as he examined the sword by lamplight.

The old general's eyes held a deep depth, concealing a lifetime of military service and half a lifetime of loyalty to his country.

Outside the tent, thousands of armored soldiers stood silently in formation.

Soldiers and horses stood in dense formation, their armor and weapons reflecting the moonlight.

The million-strong army stood silently, like sleeping heavenly soldiers!

As the veteran raised his hand...

Gently lift the heavy tent flap.

His shadow then descended upon the world.

A pair of eyes, weathered by time and having seen the rise and fall of war, looked down upon the Xiongnu royal court a thousand miles below.

Outside the tent, a million soldiers opened their eyes simultaneously, their imposing military might rising to the sky.

The celestial army's patrol and the supreme pressure emanating from the generals in battle plunged the entire world into a somber atmosphere.

A fourth figure appeared...

A woman dressed in simple white stood quietly in the sky, her lips slightly parted as if she were softly reciting ancient verses.

The clear and melodious lyrics flowed through the night sky.

In an instant.

The moon and stars in the sky converged together.

In the void, it transformed into a vast and magnificent galaxy, stretching across the sky and flowing endlessly.

Above the Milky Way and the great river.

A lone boat drifts with the waves, rising and falling steadily.

Inside the boat, the figure of an unparalleled general stood silently on horseback.

He was clad in black armor and wielded an unparalleled halberd.

His warhorse was also magnificent, neighing loudly.

The most terrifying thing is...

The general's shadow had a pair of bright, piercing pupils, his eyes containing the grandeur of mountains and rivers, and his aura encompassing the vast wilderness.

He possesses an unparalleled aura of dominance, like a tyrant descending upon the world and sweeping across the land, as if Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, has been resurrected and is making a comeback to pursue his hegemony once again.

The woman in white finished reciting.

Her figure transformed into specks of literary starlight and dissipated into the vast sky.

Only the double-pupiled overlord remains.

Galloping on horseback, traversing the Milky Way; brandishing halberd, standing tall in the sky!

His eyes swept over the Xiongnu royal court below, radiating an unparalleled fierce aura.

Following closely behind the phantom of the Overlord...

The fifth sage's figure emerged from the depths of the Literary Palace Cave, stepping through the misty literary aura, and slowly walked towards the world.

Its face is still unclear.

but.

The style of his clothing was completely different from that of all previous sages' incarnations.

He was dressed in a formal, solemn military uniform.

As it strides forward with its head held high, it exudes a majestic aura that transcends millennia, a spirit determined to defend its territory to the death.

The instant it appeared...

The void trembled suddenly, and countless stone tablets appeared one after another, densely covering the moonlit sky.

The stone tablets gleamed with a pale, cold light in the darkness, forming an endless cemetery for martyrs.

In the blink of an eye.

A sinister aura surged in the sky.

As the yin energy condensed, a complete picture of the Netherworld Spring Terrace unfolded out of thin air.

On that picture.

The River of Oblivion flows turbulently, and the Bridge of Helplessness spans the two banks of Yin and Yang.

A cold wind swirled up countless pieces of paper money for the dead, which fluttered and fell to the ground.

The unique chill and solemnity of the underworld permeates the space between heaven and earth.

next moment.

A crimson battle flag, eighteen feet long and covered with old bloodstains, formed from literary energy, suddenly hung high above the figure in military uniform.

The flag fluttered wildly.

Crimson lines intertwine to form sparks protecting the land and defending the borders, while the fierce wind seems like the silent cries of countless lost souls.

The figure in military uniform glanced at the red battle flag...

He simply pressed down with one hand, his fingertips not touching the flagpole, yet he already held the command authority over the battle flag.

It seemed as if he was just waiting for the order to wave the battle flag...

Then, 100,000 Yin generals and a million Yin soldiers will break through the shackles of Yin and Yang, step out of the Netherworld Spring, crawl out from the Netherworld soil where the stone tablet sits, form ranks again, and go to the battlefield to fight and shed blood once more.

Even if the road ahead is fraught with peril...

Even if Yama, the King of Hell, blocks the way...

This army of fallen warriors, guarding their homeland, will advance fearlessly!

Because wherever their swords point, they can slay Yama, the King of Hell, and their military might can destroy the underworld.

Then they marched into the mortal realm.

With their immortal souls, they vowed to protect every inch of their land from loss.

Nine out of ten will die!

I would die without regret!

however.

The figure in military uniform did not do that; he simply stood there quietly.

In solemn silence.

The cemetery, the burial site, and the red flag complement each other, forming a majestic force that suppresses the past and present, and looks down upon the yin and yang.

Faced with such a magnificent trend...

The phantom of the Overlord seemed to be affected by something.

He gently tugged at the reins of his warhorse, moving closer to the sage-like figure of the failed scholar in golden armor.

The golden-armored, failed scholar's figure glanced at it.

They simply pretended not to have seen the illusory figure of the Overlord.

And then.

One after another, the figures of sages and saints emerged from Zhang Mu's Wengong Cave Heaven...

The sixth, the seventh... the tenth.

There are ancient swordsmen who soar through the air on their swords, free and unrestrained.

There is a lonely old man with immense talent, now destitute and in his twilight years.

There are military generals who guard the mountains and rivers and have never been wounded in a hundred battles.

There were unyielding scholars who upheld their integrity during the final years of a dynasty.

They are all different in form and have a variety of charms.

In the blink of an eye.

Ten supreme sage figures, imbued with unparalleled literary talent, stood tall in the night sky above the Xiongnu royal court in Xihe County.

Ten figures stretched across the sky, and ten poetic phrases suppressed heaven and earth.

A spirit of noble literature, a fighting will of iron and blood, the fierce might of an overlord, the desolation of the frontier, the emperor's strife, and the summons of generals from the netherworld...

The ten supreme Daoist auras intertwined, transforming into a boundless and imposing net of oppressive power, completely enveloping the Southern Xiongnu royal court below.

With a thought from Zhang Mu.

In an instant.

An overwhelming, terrifying pressure descended, crushing the entire land.

Below is the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu.

Countless sleeping Xiongnu people, tribal warriors, and nobles were all awakened by this suffocating and terrifying pressure.

Everyone rushed out of their tents and looked up at the night sky.

When they saw ten terrifying, faceless phantoms high in the sky, exuding overwhelming power...

All the Xiongnu people were frozen in place, their minds completely consumed by extreme fear.

Countless cavalry warriors, before their blood and energy could even be unleashed, were completely suppressed and rendered immobile.

The faces of the nobles and royalty were deathly pale, their eyes filled with endless terror and despair, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

This moment.

The Xiongnu Royal Court!

Ten saints descend from the sky! (Please give a good review!)