Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 483 Dong Zhuo Battles Diao Chan, Zhang Jiao's Home is Raided

Bo Cai was startled by Fang Yu's sudden laughter, and the hand gripping his neck unconsciously loosened a little.

The laughter seemed to be mixed with rumbling thunder, making his eardrums ache.

"What are you laughing at?!" Bo Cai shouted sharply, his spear igniting crimson flames once more. However, the flames at the spear tip flickered strangely amidst Fang Yu's laughter, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

Fang Yu slowly raised his head, his pupils flashing with blinding lightning: "You think you can capture me alive?!"

"boom--!!!"

In an instant, Fang Yu's body erupted with dazzling lightning! The violent current danced like silver snakes, instantly sending Bo Cai flying dozens of feet away!

Bo Cai crashed heavily into the city wall. Amidst the crumbling bricks and stones, he was horrified to discover that his musket had been disintegrated by lightning, its shaft charred black!
"The heavens are dead!" Fang Yu stepped into the air, his body wreathed in towering lightning, his voice booming through the heavens, "The Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

He raised his arms high, and dark clouds gathered wildly above his head, forming a lightning ball with a diameter of 100 feet in the clouds!

The surface of the lightning sphere crackled with blue-purple electric pythons, and the dazzling white light at its core was like the blazing sun, illuminating the entire city as bright as day!

The refugees below the city were blinded by the bright light, but they still desperately looked up. Some of them knelt down, their knees buckling, and cried out, "Grandpa Thunder God has appeared!"

"Lei Ying!" Fang Yu uttered two words, and the lightning ball suddenly collapsed into a blazing white light spot!
"Stop! Immortal Master, spare my life!"

Bo Cai crawled out of the ruins, roaring with blood all over his face.

Only then did he realize that he had not provoked any "Porridge Fairy" at all, but clearly the Thunder God who wielded heavenly punishment!

The lightning ball remained suspended in mid-air. Fang Yu looked down at the trembling Bo Cai and asked, "Do you believe me now?"

Bo Cai banged his head against the ground, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab with a loud thud: "Bo Cai is blind! I am willing to lead three hundred brothers to follow the Immortal Master to the death!" He suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing the scorch marks on his chest caused by lightning and fire, "This wound is proof. If I break this oath, may I be struck down by heaven and earth!"

Fang Yu snorted coldly, and the lightning ball suddenly dissipated.

When he landed gracefully, the long street was already packed with kneeling refugees, their cries of "Grandpa Thunder God, please give us porridge!" and "Immortal Master, please save our children!"

Sun Qian's goatee trembled with excitement. He suddenly rushed to Fang Yu's feet and shouted, "Welcome back to the position of the Great Teacher!" He turned to Bo Cai and yelled, "Hurry up and pay your respects to the new master!"

"The reincarnation of the Thunder God!" the old scholar in the private school suddenly shrieked, pointing at Fang Yu's right hand, where the lightning had not yet dissipated. "History records that thunder magic is supreme! This is the rebirth of the Thunder God!"

The refugees have gone completely mad!

Fang Yu gazed at the frenzied crowd, then ascended into the sky atop a trail of lightning, his voice booming like thunder:
"Today I pledge—"

"Use thunder magic to sweep away all evil!"

"Sustaining millions of lives with plain porridge!"

This is hell on earth.

His figure amidst the lightning suddenly split, and three lightning clones simultaneously slammed into the earth, shouting, "By Huang Tian! Reborn!"

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When Diao Chan was escorted into a side hall of Weiyang Palace by two fierce generals from Xiliang, exotic incense from the Western Regions was burning in a gilded beast-shaped incense burner.

She lowered her head and stared at the trembling pearls on the tips of her embroidered shoes. Suddenly, she noticed a shadow spreading across the jade floor tiles. The shadow wriggled and expanded like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the light three feet in front of her feet.

"look up."

The voice coming from the head of the palace made Diaochan tremble.

The voice sounded like a thousand rusty iron knives clashing inside a bronze cauldron, each syllable carrying the sticky sensation of flesh rubbing together.

When she was forced to tilt her head back, her pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!

On the nine-foot-high black iron throne sat a giant who almost broke through the palace beams!

Dong Zhuo wore no crown, and two curved demonic horns protruded from his loose red hair. Dark red patterns were knotted on his dark blue face. Most terrifying was the armor on his chest. It was not a forged protective gear at all, but hundreds of tiger tallies embedded in his flesh, which made a metallic clanging sound as he breathed.

"Situ Wang Yun's adopted daughter?" Dong Zhuo grinned, and Diao Chan saw a broken halberd tip stuck between his teeth. "She's better than the vulgar beauty Li Ru offered."

Li Ru, who was standing by the pillar of the palace, suddenly coughed violently. His handkerchief was soaked with blood, and he coughed up half a lung lobe. He had obviously been beaten badly.

Diao Chan felt a churning in her stomach, and her embroidered shoes unconsciously took a half step back, the heel striking something hard.

Looking down, I found it was a bronze wine vessel, its body covered with teeth marks, and the inner wall still had fragments of bone that had not completely dissolved.

"Are you scared?" Dong Zhuo suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing it to collapse with a crash.

As the giant rose, the mortise and tenon joints of the palace beams groaned under the strain.

"Prime Minister, Your Majesty," Diao Chan said softly, but Dong Zhuo suddenly grabbed the military tally from the table. The black iron tally softened like sugar in his palm, and he quickly kneaded it into an iron ball and threw it into his mouth.

"Ah!" The girl finally collapsed and sat down, her hair disheveled like a startled bird.

Dong Zhuo burst into thunderous laughter, his demonic energy causing the palace tiles to fall in a flurry.

His shadow, cast as he leaned down, completely enveloped Diao Chan, and his blood-stained breath brushed against her face:

"This is nothing! Last night, my men tore three of Beigong Boyu's Qiang generals to pieces. Their spines are still stuck in my teeth." The Demonic Prime Minister suddenly reached for the bronze crane lamp in the corner of the hall, his five fingers, as thick as telephone poles, plunging directly into the crane's abdomen. "Watch closely!"

"Qiang——!"

With a piercing metallic tearing sound, the three-zhang-tall bronze lamp was ripped in two. Diao Chan cowered, covering her head, and wept uncontrollably.

"How is it?" The Demonic Image spat out a mouthful of copper slag that was emitting blue smoke, and reached out to pinch Diao Chan's chin.

The girl closed her eyes in despair, but then she heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the palace.

"Report! Lü Bu requests an audience! The scouts say that Lü Bu single-handedly killed 100,000 of Ding Yuan's troops, and he's still carrying Ding Yuan's head!"

Dong Zhuo paused, the bloodlust in his eyes fading slightly: "Very good, very good, I am quite satisfied with the pledge of loyalty this lad has offered! I can accept this adopted son!"

He casually tossed Diao Chan aside, "Set up the carriage! Tell the cook to prepare a whole roasted camel, and remember to sprinkle plenty of Western Region poison peppers, that stuff is really satisfying to chew!"

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On the other side, a man dressed in a Taoist robe suddenly slammed the talisman in his hand onto the table. The yellow paper spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into a pile of ashes that emitted a burnt smell.

"It's happening again!" He gritted his teeth, staring at the illusory grains of rice that emerged from the ashes. The grains of rice flickered in the air a few times before disappearing without a trace.

Two refugees holding broken bowls beside the table looked disappointed; the "porridge" in the bowls had long since turned into murky water.

"Brother, this is the seventh time today," Zhang Liang said worriedly, wiping his peach wood sword. "If this continues, even these last few believers will be gone."

"Shut up!" Zhang Jiao suddenly roared, his Taoist robe sleeves fluttering even without wind. He turned to look out the window, where a dozen or so emaciated refugees were kneeling sparsely on the distant hillside, all drawn by the rumors of "curing diseases with talisman water".

Zhang Bao was squatting on the threshold, gnawing on half a moldy pancake, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside the courtyard.

Three ragged refugees were gesturing excitedly, and words like "white porridge" and "thunder god" could be vaguely heard.

"Hey! You guys!" Zhang Bao rushed out to stop them. "What white porridge?"

The leader of the refugees was startled and stammered, "It's...it's from Dongjun, there's a living god who can conjure up an endless supply of fragrant and sweet white porridge out of thin air."

"Bullshit!" Zhang Bao grabbed the other man's collar. "Besides my older brother, who else in this world knows magic?"

"Really!" The refugee stamped his feet anxiously. "That deity can summon heavenly lightning! He even subdued Bo Cai yesterday! Oh, and," he suddenly lowered his voice, "that deity also said, 'The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise.'"

"what?!"

Zhang Baoru was struck by lightning, let go of her hand, and staggered backward.

He turned and rushed into the house, almost tripping over the threshold.

"Brother! Something terrible has happened!" Zhang Bao's face turned ashen. "Someone is impersonating you in Dongjun, swindling people! They've even stolen our uprising slogan!"

The cinnabar brush in Zhang Jiao's hand snapped in two with a "crack." He slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "What did you say?"

"Absolutely true!" Zhang Bao slapped his thigh anxiously. "The refugees outside are all saying that there's a 'White Porridge Immortal' in Dongjun who can conjure up real white porridge, and they also say... they also say, 'The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise.'"

"boom!"

The table suddenly shattered, and splinters of wood embedded themselves into the earthen wall like arrows.

Zhang Jiao's Taoist hat flew off, and he stood there with disheveled hair, surrounded by a violent azure aura.

"What a cunning congee master!" His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping. "You stole my Taiping Essentials, you pilfered my uprising program!"

"Prepare the horses." He suddenly calmed down, a calmness more chilling than his previous rage. "Let's go and meet this White Porridge Immortal."

Zhang Bao gasped, "But...but there are only three of us!"

"Three people?" Zhang Jiao's lips curled into a ferocious smile. He suddenly bit his finger and drew a blood talisman on his festering palm. "Where are the thirty-six leaders of the Way of Peace?!"

The moment the blood talisman lit up, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the courtyard.

The dozen or so refugees who had been kneeling suddenly looked up, their eyes quickly turning black, their mouths stretching to their ears, revealing a sinister smile that was not human.

"Not enough." Zhang Jiao bit another finger and drew an even larger blood talisman on the wall. "Yellow Turban Warriors, heed my command!"

The ground began to tremble, and distant graves cracked open, revealing rotting corpses wrapped in yellow turbans emerging from the earth.

They still had burial coins hanging on their bodies, and their rotting fingers were tightly gripping rusty weapons.

Zhang Liang's legs went weak: "Brother! These are all forbidden techniques!"

"Forbidden techniques?" Zhang Jiao laughed wildly. "When he stole the foundation of my Taiping Dao, did he ever consider forbidden techniques?!"

He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing his chest covered in dense incantations.

The incantations writhed like living things, and with each wriggle, a new Yellow Turban Warrior crawled out from the ground.

Zhang Bao suddenly noticed that his elder brother's shadow was distorted and deformed under the candlelight, vaguely revealing the outline of a three-headed, six-armed figure.

He retreated in fear, but Zhang Jiao grabbed his wrist.

"What are you afraid of, second brother?" Zhang Jiao chuckled, black blood seeping from between his teeth. "I'll take you there right now."

"I'd like a bowl of porridge!"

(End of this chapter)