Taoist priests in the supernatural world

"The Blue Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

The first year of Zhongping.

Zhang Jiao, the great teacher of Julu County, led his disciples in an uprising.

Because of the corruption of the court, the abuse of power by eunuchs, and the annexation of land by powerful families, the people were displaced and suffered greatly.

Hundreds of thousands of followers of the Way of Peace wore yellow turbans, connecting counties and kingdoms, and received responses from all directions.

From then on, they were known as the Yellow Turban Army.

Banners fluttered like a forest, and war raged on all sides.

Wherever the Yellow Turban Army went, ordinary people followed in the footsteps of the Great Teacher of Virtue and joined the war to overthrow the imperial court and the rule of aristocratic families.

"kill!"

On the desolate wilderness, two armies faced off.

Banners fluttered in the wind, and a menacing aura permeated all directions.

On one side were the Taiping Dao army, their heads wrapped in yellow turbans and their clothes crude.

On one side were the Han army troops, fully armored and in imposing formation.

The Yellow Turban army was mostly composed of ordinary civilians.

They did not have complete armor, and the weapons they carried were a motley collection.

Some carried spears and machetes, while others had farm tools hanging from their waists, their faces showing the sallow complexion left by years of hunger.

Aside from their large numbers, they were inferior to the Han army in almost every aspect, including weaponry, training, and battle formations.

In the Taiping army camp, yellow flags fluttered in the wind.

The yellow flag had no pattern on it, just a pure yellow color.

The Yellow Heaven symbolizes the supreme Yellow Heaven, which replaced the Azure Heaven.

The Han army gradually approached.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered like lightning, and the clanging of armor clashed in unison.

The Han archers in the front row had already drawn their bows and nocked their arrows, the sharp arrowheads gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

A chilling atmosphere swept over us.

The chief priest, wearing a yellow turban, strode forward, raised his talisman sword, and shouted:

"Disciples of the Way of Peace, step forward!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of burly men stepped out from the formation.

These men were burly, with fanatical eyes, each wearing a yellow turban and with bare arms.

They had yellow symbols painted on their bodies.

The runes extended from his chest to his arms, like winding, slender snakes.

While ordering people to bring over several large water vats, the chief priest took out a handful of yellow talismans from his sleeve.

puff!

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without a flame.

The ashes fell into the water.

The clear water immediately shimmered with a faint golden light.

The chief priest chanted incantations, and the talisman sword was positioned slightly above the water vat.

The water surface rippled slightly.

Golden ripples spread outwards.

Hundreds of strong men stepped forward and shared the talismanic water from the water vat.

After the talisman water entered their throats, a layer of golden luster gradually appeared on their bodies.

The skin felt as if it had been doused with molten copper, becoming hard and thick.

The muscles bulged, and the veins stood out.

His eyes now held a fervor that was unlike that of ordinary people.

Then, someone placed two triangular command flags behind them.

The yellow flag fluttered in the wind.

The chief priest raised his talisman sword high and shouted sternly:

"The Essential Techniques of Peace! Invulnerability to swords and spears!"

Three hundred strong men roared in unison.

"Invulnerable to swords and spears!"

May Heaven protect us!

They acted as the vanguard, leading the Yellow Turban army from the rear to launch an attack on the Han army camp.

Bang bang bang!

The Han army unleashed a rain of arrows.

The dense barrage of arrows struck the burly man, sparks flying and the sound of metal clashing against metal echoing through the air.

The arrow was deflected by the tough skin.

Only a few shots hitting vulnerable areas like the eyes or throat can barely cause injury.

Even when injured, the Yellow Turban warriors would only roar and continue charging forward.

These are the Yellow Turban Warriors of the Way of Peace, elite soldiers specially trained by the Way of Peace.

After drinking the talismanic water, they gained immense strength and became invulnerable to swords and spears for a short period of time.

It was precisely because of these Yellow Turban warriors that the Yellow Turban army was able to confront the well-equipped Han army head-on.

"kill!"

Three hundred Yellow Turban warriors charged into the vanguard of the Han army, and the vanguard was immediately slaughtered.

Upon seeing this, the morale of the Yellow Turban army was greatly boosted.

Countless people shouted "The Yellow Heaven shall rise!" and rushed forward.

The Han army was not an ordinary militia.

Although the formation was disrupted, it did not completely collapse.

The drums sounded.

The flags and commands at the rear changed.

The Han army quickly closed in on both flanks, with archers retreating and spearmen advancing to surround and kill the Yellow Turban warriors who had charged into the formation.

Just then, a troop of elite cavalry suddenly charged out from the flank of the Han army.

The leading general was clad in gold-plated armor with a beast-face design, stood nearly two meters tall, and wielded a pair of bronze hammers.

His warhorse neighed, and he looked like a ferocious beast clad in armor.

The beast-faced armor was ferocious and menacing, with the faint phantom of a strange beast appearing on its chest.

Clearly, this person was no ordinary general, but a warrior trained by a family of extraordinary individuals.

boom!

The copper hammers swung wildly, carrying immense force, and slammed into the ranks of the Yellow Turban warriors.

One of the Yellow Turban warriors had his sternum shattered on the spot.

Another person was struck by the copper hammer, flying dozens of meters backward and knocking over several Yellow Turban soldiers behind him.

Every time this beast-armored general's bronze hammer fell, it could break the bones and ligaments of the Yellow Turban warriors.

With the addition of the Beast Armor General, the Han army finally reversed its decline.

The two sides engaged in a brutal war of attrition, resulting in heavy casualties.

Boom!

Just as the battle was at a stalemate, dark clouds suddenly rolled in.

Thunder roared in the sky.

The once bright wilderness suddenly darkened.

The next moment, a bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds.

boom!

The thunderbolt struck the beast-armored general squarely.

The once arrogant Han general was instantly blasted into charred remains and fell from his horse.

Even his warhorse was knocked to the ground and neighed in pain by the lightning.

The morale of the Han army immediately plummeted.

The Yellow Turban Army erupted in a thunderous cheer.

"Heaven has shown its power!"

"May the Great and Wise Teacher be victorious!"

"May the Great and Wise Teacher be victorious!"

……

Inside the Yellow Turban army camp.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a thin face, wearing a yellow crown and robe, and holding a talisman sword sat cross-legged inside.

This person was none other than Zhang Jiao, the Heavenly General and the Great Teacher of Virtue.

That bolt of lightning just now was unleashed by him from a distance.

A bronze mirror was placed in front of Zhang Jiao.

The scene in the center of the battlefield was clearly reflected in the bronze mirror.

With the death of the Beast Armor General, the morale of the Han army wavered, and the outcome of this war was no longer in doubt.

A high priest standing nearby, beaming with excitement, couldn't help but say:

"Lord Dao!"

"If we keep winning like this, we'll soon be able to sweep the entire world."

Zhang Jiao looked at the bronze mirror, but there was not much joy in his eyes.

His face was somewhat pale.

Clearly, the lightning strike from a distance was not without its costs for him.

"Perhaps. The powerful families have already entered the fray, and the outcome is uncertain."

The chief priest was slightly taken aback.

On the other side, General Zhang Bao frowned and said:

"Brother, what are you afraid of? We have men and horses, and we also have the Taiping Essentials."

"The Han army may not be able to defeat us."

Zhang Jiao slowly shook his head.

"Two hundred years ago, a meteorite fell from the sky, and the meteorite created extraordinary beings."

"Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu, the strongest superhuman, led a group of superhumans to restore the Han Dynasty."

"From then on, the world fell into the hands of the extraordinary families."

His voice lowered slightly as he said this.

"The extraordinary people rely on bloodline inheritance. They intermarry with each other, firmly control the world, and occupy 99% of the wealth."

The camp fell silent for a moment.

Even Zhang Bao remained silent for a moment.

Zhang Jiao gripped the talisman sword tightly and continued:

"What the Way of Peace is doing today is to overthrow the rule of the extraordinary families and restore peace to the people. Now that the extraordinary families have entered the fray, our war has only just begun."

"Therefore, do not let your guard down."

Zhang Bao then dropped his dismissive attitude.

Zhang Jiao's gaze pierced through the camp and looked towards Penglai in the east.

In his childhood, he was given the "Taiping Yaoshu" by the Old Immortal of Nanhua and learned talisman thunder magic from it.

Initially, he just wanted to save people.

As his magical arts became increasingly sophisticated and the number of followers of the Way of Peace grew, Zhang Jiao gradually developed an ambition to dominate the world.

Since the heavens are corrupt, let Zhang Jiao rise and create a new yellow heaven.

Zhang Jiao slowly rose and strode out of the tent.

The curtain was lifted.

Outside, yellow flags stretched like a sea, and countless followers of the Taiping Dao knelt on the ground.

Zhang Jiao raised his nine-section staff high and summoned wind and thunder.

Yellow flags fluttered as thunderclouds gathered.

Under his leadership, the new Yellow Turban Army began a new round of expansion.

Within a few short months, the Yellow Turban Rebellion spread to eight major provinces: Qing, Xu, You, Ji, Jing, Yang, Yan, and Yu.

The world was shaken.

The mighty Han dynasty, once a powerful force, was now crumbling.

……

On the shores of the East China Sea, the waves stretch endlessly.

At that moment, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky.

The golden light dissipated, and a yellow and white figure reappeared in the spot.

The sea breeze ruffled his Taoist robe.

In the distance, the city is engulfed in flames of war, with black smoke rising into the air.

The Yellow Turban Army was shouting loudly all over the mountains and plains.

Huang Bai's eyes flickered slightly as he heard the repeated calls of "Huang Tian".

"Huang Tian..."

"Could this be my Taoist name?"

What exactly happened in this world?

As soon as he arrived, he heard people all over the mountains and fields calling out his Taoist name.

This feels somewhat strange.

Huang Bai closed his eyes, his mind wandering in all directions.

Above the waves of the East China Sea, he vaguely sensed the faith of the Heavenly Way Temple.

However, compared to before I left, the faith in the Taoist temple has become extremely weak.

Like embers left after a great fire, it still struggles to stay afloat in the wind.

Moreover, the location of the faith is somewhat different from the location of the Penglai Immortal Kingdom in the past.

"It seems that after the meteorite fell to the mortal realm, the Penglai Immortal Kingdom also suffered retribution."

Huang Bai opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the sea.

Two hundred years have passed; I wonder how many of those people from back then are still alive.

An Qisheng, Song Wuji, Gao Yao, and those people from the Penglai Immortal Kingdom back then.

Thinking of these names, Huang Bai felt a mix of emotions.

For him, it was simply a matter of traversing multiple realms.

Nearly two hundred years have passed for the people of this world.

With a flap of its wings, Huang Bai soared into the sky, transforming into a golden light and flying towards the vast ocean.

On the sea, waves roll and surge.

The clouds rushed past beneath my feet.

Soon, he arrived at the sea area he remembered.

Looking out, the sea was completely empty.

Apart from the undulating sea waves, there is no longer any familiar Penglai Island.

His yellowish-white eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Huh? Where's Penglai Island?"

He closed his eyes again to sense his surroundings, following that faint thread of faith, and turned his direction around once more.

Another sea area.

Islands and reefs are scattered like stars in the sky.

A snow-white mist enveloped most of the islands, obscuring the sea surface.

On the largest island, a mystical mist swirls.

The surrounding clouds and mist all rise from this island.

Amidst the clouds and mist, one can vaguely see magnificent palaces and pavilions, resplendent in gold and jade.

There are also trees adorned with pearls and jade flowers, and strangely shaped rocks.

From a distance, it looks like a fairy palace in the clouds.

Upon closer inspection, one can discover that there are many dilapidated areas outside this celestial palace.

The once vibrant land of immortals now resembles a devastated island barely managing to hide itself.

On the edge of the island stands an ancient temple.

Seawater crashes against the rocks, splashing up layers of white foam.

On the reef, an old man with white hair sat cross-legged, remaining motionless despite the waves wetting his clothes.

This person was none other than the Old Immortal of Nanhua mentioned by Zhang Jiao.

After the great war two hundred years ago, the talents of the Penglai Immortal Kingdom were depleted, and they had no choice but to go into seclusion in the world.

In the entire Immortal Kingdom, only the Old Immortal Nanhua remains, the sole survivor who can freely enter and leave.

He bears the heavy responsibility of protecting the Immortal Kingdom and also the responsibility of finding a successor.

Over the years, he has not dared to leave the island easily.

Every time I go out, I have to be careful to avoid being seen or heard by the Kingdom of Hatred.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the sky.

When the Old Immortal of Nanhua looked up, his expression immediately changed.

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky.

That person arrived too quickly.

Even as they approached the outer perimeter, the fog and the island's protective array failed to provide timely warnings.

"You audacious fiend! How dare you set foot on my Penglai Immortal Island!"

Arriving here silently and breaking through the outer fog, who else could it be but a demon from the Kingdom of Hatred?

Wow!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Old Immortal of Nanhua waved his sleeve.

A paper crane appeared out of thin air.

He stepped onto a paper crane and soared into the sky.

With a flick of his sleeves, talismans flew out, transforming into a sky full of golden light.

This is the Penglai Sun Curse, a powerful technique passed down through the lineage of Earth Immortals.

Golden light surrounded the approaching people from all directions, like a large net formed from the sun's firelight.

Each ray of golden light carried a fierce aura that restrained evil.

Ordinary evil spirits will be instantly annihilated if they are even slightly touched by it.

But the golden light vanished silently as soon as it reached the person.

Not only that, the paper crane under Nan Hua Lao Xian's feet suddenly sank and was forced to fall to the ground.

"you……"

"Who exactly are you?"

The old immortal of Nanhua's expression changed drastically.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Before his spell could truly take effect, it vanished without a trace.

What level of cultivation is this?

Is the destruction of Penglai imminent?

The Old Immortal of Nanhua secretly made a hand seal.

The inner elixir slowly rotated within the dantian, and a surge of scorching elixir energy rose from within the body.

He had already resolved to die.

He feigned weakness for the time being, and waited until the enemy got close before detonating his inner core, perishing together with them.

As the figure drew closer, the Old Immortal of Nanhua suddenly froze.

The man had a bird-like face, a golden crown, golden eyes, and two wings.

Bathed in sunlight, it resembles a sun god emerging from the land of the rising sun in the East.

The Old Immortal of Nanhua had never seen this person in person.

You can see this true face in the ancient paintings passed down from the patriarch.

An immortal who never ages, the venerable old man of Penglai.

The Land of Immortals, the Eastern Kingdom.

Who else could this be but the Earth Immortal Ancestor?

No wonder his magic failed; it turns out he ran into the Grandmaster.

After the initial shock came an indescribable excitement.

The Old Immortal of Nanhua withdrew his magic, bowed deeply, and knelt on the ground.

"Disciple Zuo Ci pays respects to the Immortal Elder of Penglai!"

As the sound faded, his forehead was already close to the ground.

For two hundred years, the immortal kingdom of Penglai has struggled to survive.

Today we have finally seen our patriarch again.

Huang Bai landed beside Zuo Ci, looking at the famous sorcerer before him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You're Zuo Ci?"

"Exactly."

Zuo Ci was puzzled.

Could it be that the patriarch knows me?

Huang Bai didn't explain, he just asked:

"Where are An Qisheng, Song Wuji, and Gao Yao?"

After he arrived at this place, he could not sense the presence of these people.

This gave him a vague sense of unease.

The excitement on Zuo Ci's face faded slightly, turning into a sigh.

"It's a long story."

"Elder, please come with me."

Having said that, Zuo Ci led the way, taking Huang Bai deep into Penglai.

The area surrounding Penglai Island is no longer what it used to be.

Most of what we saw along the way were broken walls and ruins.

The area that once housed over 10,000 people is now in ruins.

In some places, charred marks can still be seen, as if it had been scorched by heavenly fire.

Occasionally, one can still see some broken jade bricks, broken bronze pillars, and long-dried-up ponds.

From these remnants, one can still vaguely discern the former glory of the Earthly Immortal Kingdom.

Separating the inside from the outside are towering trees and thorny vines growing in a network.

Zuo Ci led Huang Bai through a wooden archway.

Enter the inner Immortal Village.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

It presented a bizarre and surreal scene.