Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Dragons fight in the wild, their blood turning black and yellow.

After the great victory at Guangzong, the Huangtian New Han Army from Jizhou and Yanzhou set off together.

The army's banners stretched endlessly, with the Yellow Heaven Banner and the Chinese character dragon banner standing side by side.

Liu Bei, dressed in imperial robes and a crown, with a yellow robe of earth on top, was personally leading an expedition.

This imperial robe is not the red fire-element robe of the old Han dynasty in Luoyang.

Instead, it represents the yellow of the Earth element, symbolizing the orthodox rule of the pre-Han dynasty and the new mandate of Heaven.

Wherever the army passed, the counties and prefectures were shaken.

The powerful families that had originally been attached to the Luoyang court closed their fortified villages and gathered their troops, attempting to resist the Huangtian Xin Han army with their high walls and strong gates.

In front of a fortified village.

The fortified village had high, thick walls, which were covered with arrows.

On the city wall, the powerful men and their followers, armed with bows and crossbows, shouted and cursed at the top of their lungs.

"Yellow Turban rebels!"

"You will all die a horrible death!"

"Our family has accumulated wealth for generations; why should you take our land!"

"The Emperor will avenge us!"

Beneath the walls of the fortified city.

Guan Yu was riding a horse, wearing armor, and holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

He had a red face, a long beard, and a calm expression.

Listening to the shouts and curses from those on the city wall, Guan Yu simply stroked his long beard slowly.

Then, he looked up at the city wall and said loudly:

"You are the traitors! I am the Yellow Heaven New Han Army, sent by the Emperor of the Great Han to exterminate you shameless aristocratic families who plunder the people's wealth."

The sound echoed throughout the fortified village.

On the city wall, many of the soldiers' expressions changed slightly.

Guan Yu always looked down on high-ranking officials and nobles.

In his eyes, the real root of chaos in the world was the powerful families who seized land, raised private armies, and oppressed the people.

After taking on the heavy responsibility of destroying the strongholds of powerful clans, he personally led the charge, slaughtering his way through the enemy ranks and leaving the powerful clans with a trail of heads rolling.

Guan Yu continued to shout loudly:

"Listen up, people in the fortified village! My Yellow Heaven New Han Army will only punish the ringleaders, not the innocent."

"I know that most of you are forced into this situation. Once the city falls, you can save your lives by kneeling down and surrendering."

"The lands, granaries, and property of powerful families can be distributed among households."

"If anyone opens the gate and kills the enemy, the reward of land will be doubled!"

These words immediately caused a commotion on the city wall.

This is the true meaning of killing someone by destroying their spirit.

Not everyone in the fortified village is a powerful clan member.

Most of them were tenants, servants, retainers, and villagers who were forcibly brought to guard the city.

They were oppressed by powerful figures on a daily basis, their land had long been seized, and their wives, children, and elderly parents still had to depend on others for survival.

Now that they hear that surrendering will not result in death and that they can even share the land of powerful families, many people's minds are shaken on the spot.

Guan Yu then invited a few local soldiers and shouted a few words into the city in the local dialect.

Not long after, some people jumped off the city wall, crying and surrendering.

Immediately afterwards, shouts of battle erupted from inside the fortified village.

"Open the door!"

"Kill these scoundrels!"

"We surrender to the Yellow Heaven New Han Army!"

boom!

The heavy door was opened from the inside.

A group of poorly dressed tenants knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"We surrender!"

Guan Yu raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and pointed it forward.

"Those who enter the fortress will be punished without mercy."

The same thing kept happening wherever the Huangtian Xinhan army advanced.

One fortified village after another was opened up, and the foundations of the old aristocratic families were being uprooted.

……

Qingzhou.

"kill!"

The two groups of people collided violently.

One side was waving the Great Han Dragon Flag, and the other side was waving the Yellow Heaven Flag.

The former refers to the Han army in Luoyang, while the latter refers to the Han army in Taiping.

Both sides have extraordinary individuals and sorcerers, and the battlefield is not only filled with sword and spear battles, but also with the interplay of magic and spells.

Beneath the mighty Han dragon banner, the extraordinary generals charged recklessly.

On the Taiping Han Army side, there was also a ritual of offering libations and opening jars.

The yellow talisman flew up and transformed into flames.

As the talismanic water was sprinkled, golden light appeared on the bodies of the Yellow Turban warriors, who charged towards the Han army's iron cavalry.

On a high platform several miles away.

Zhang Jiao sat cross-legged in the center of the altar.

In front of the altar were the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal and the Primordial Eight Trigrams Array Plate, which was modified from the Five Elements Array Plate.

The Bagua array slowly rotated, with the five colors of spiritual light—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—alternating.

The Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal floated above the altar, drooping down strands of majestic Dharma intent.

This is the trump card that Huang Bai left for Zhang Jiao.

The battle at the front is fierce.

The two armies clashed and fought, the sound of war drums shaking the wilderness.

Just as the commander of the Han army in Luoyang was mobilizing his personal guards to forcibly break through the Taiping Han army's lines, Zhang Jiao finally made his move.

He took a deep breath.

The Tai Chi Thunder Qi within his body circulated slowly.

Then, he gripped the nine-section staff tightly and pointed it toward the altar.

"Lei Lai."

boom!

The Taiji thunder energy shot towards the altar along the nine-section staff.

After being amplified layer by layer by the altar, the Du Gong Seal, and the Innate Bagua Array, the lightning, which was originally only as thick as an arm, instantly turned into the thickness of a thigh.

The next moment, lightning streaked across the sky and struck the enemy commander's camp.

boom!

A bolt of lightning struck.

The enemy commander, along with more than ten of his personal guards who were also supernatural beings, were instantly reduced to charred remains.

Just as his soul was about to disperse, it was enveloped by the smoke from the altar.

The enemy commander's flag fell, throwing the Han army in Luoyang into chaos.

In this battle, the Taiping Han army won again.

Zhang Jiao drew his sword and descended from the altar, leading the other priests to clean up the battlefield.

The captured supernatural being was brought before the altar.

These extraordinary individuals usually rely on their bloodline and supernatural powers to act superior and regard ordinary people as worthless.

Now that they've fallen into the hands of the Taiping Dao, their faces are ashen, and they've lost all their arrogance.

Zhang Jiao showed no mercy.

The physical body is destroyed, but the soul is captured.

One by one, souls followed the green smoke from the altar to the distant Penglai Dharma Realm of Mount Tai.

……

Within the Dharma Realm.

The once desolate Dixian Village is now shrouded in more than two hundred shadows.

These figures did not enjoy a lifespan of three hundred years; they performed menial tasks in the guise of ghost soldiers.

They will never be able to rise again until their lifespan is exhausted.

Under the hibiscus tree.

Huang Bai was burning medicine and refining elixirs.

Inside the alchemy furnace, purple qi surged like clouds, and the furnace fire was perfectly in accordance with the celestial cycle of fire.

The sky occasionally flashed with a bluish light.

That was a mortal disciple borrowing the Dharma.

In the Penglai Dharma Realm today, only An Qisheng can be considered one who can truly be called an ascension to heaven in broad daylight.

An Qisheng was skilled in the Changchun Method, which healed the sick and saved lives, as well as the Sun Curse, which was used by the Earth Immortals for attack.

Therefore, mortal disciples can only use these two methods.

Compared to the Dharma realms accumulated over many years at Maoshan and Longhushan, the Dharma realms of Penglai still appear rather thin.

An Qisheng, leaning on his cane, walked over from under the hibiscus tree.

Half of his body still retained the wood grain, and his joints made a slight clicking sound when he walked.

"I am incompetent and do not have enough magic to support them."

Huang Bai turned around and glanced at the sky above the Dharma Realm.

"That's enough. With Zhang Jiao here, we don't need any powerful magic."

Moreover, he had already left Zhang Jiao with the Du Gong Seal and the array plate.

In addition, the altars prepared in advance in various places are sufficient to deal with most emergencies.

What he needs to do now is not to personally go into battle and kill the enemy.

Instead, he waits until the formation is set up before circulating the energy through the body to perform the third elixir regeneration.

Huang Bai raised his head, his gaze piercing through the clouds of the Dharma Realm.

The art of observing qi unfolds.

All that could be seen on the earthly mountains and rivers was that the Fire Dragon, symbolizing the Eastern Han Dynasty, was already extremely weak.

The Earth Dragon, originating from Jizhou, is growing rapidly.

The yellow dragon raised its head, exuding a powerful aura.

Below it, the mountains and land are vaguely outlined as a huge network.

The various altars are interconnected, eventually converging towards the central Mount Tai.

We take the mountains and rivers as our alchemical furnace and the state as our fuel.

The Eastern Han Dynasty had long suffered from accumulated problems, and its defeat and demise were inevitable.

This is a perfect opportunity to perform the Zhou Tian technique and return the Great Elixir for the third time.

"The next stop is Hulao Pass, which will also be the decisive battle between the new Han and the old Han."

Huang Bai gazed in the direction of Luoyang, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Perhaps the people from the Kingdom of Hatred will come too, but I wonder if the so-called Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden will come in person."

When an Outer God returns to Earth, a price must be paid.

Even if they successfully descend to earth, they cannot stay in the mortal world for long.

Therefore, as long as Zhang Jiao holds out for a while until he successfully purifies his elixir, he can achieve his goal.

Huang Bai withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the alchemy furnace.

The purple aura in the furnace gradually condensed into a phantom image of a pill.

The third attempt to purify the elixir is just around the corner.

……

Luoyang, Yuntai.

On this day, the descendants of the Twenty-Eight Generals of Yuntai gathered here, or rather, the inheritors of the bloodline of the Twenty-Eight Generals' elixir of immortality.

Zhu Jun, Lu Zhi, Dong Zhuo, Cao Cao, Sun Jian, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Gongsun Zan, and others were prominently listed.

In addition, there were many extraordinary individuals from prominent families, clad in armor, standing around the altar.

The ability to inherit the status of extraordinary individuals is not limited to direct bloodlines.

If the main bloodline declines, the related collateral bloodlines, or even the bloodlines of maternal relatives, also have a certain probability of awakening extraordinary powers.

The arrival of Huang Bai brought about dramatic changes in history.

People who wouldn't normally gather so early have all been forcibly summoned by the Luoyang court.

Beneath the Cloud Terrace, the Imperial Guards stood in rows.

On the altar, the red banner of the Fire Virtue fluttered in the wind.

Emperor Liu Hong, dressed in full regalia, personally offered sacrifices to the heavens. His face was sickly pale, yet he struggled to maintain his imperial dignity.

"The Fire Virtue of the Dark Heaven is bestowed by the Azure Heaven."

"Emperor Gaozu established the dynasty, and Emperor Guangwu restored it."

The sound was clear and resonant, echoing in all directions.

The lineage of Liu Xiu possesses a special ability: the ability to communicate with the heavens.

With the help of the bloodline power of the Twenty-Eight Generals' successors, Liu Hong vaguely sensed a mysterious force responding from the shadows.

His consciousness gradually drifted into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Amidst the sea of ​​clouds, a fiery dragon surges and roars.

The fire dragon coiled in the sky, its aura weakened, yet it carried the remnants of the Later Han dynasty's four-hundred-year-old destiny.

Liu Hong arrived at the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, where the light from the altar below converged.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

Yin wind, earth energy, auspicious clouds, and dragon energy converged above the cloud platform to form a huge portal.

A figure ten feet tall slowly descended from the gate.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it was actually a monkey.

White-haired and barefoot, with murderous eyes and fire rising from the soles of his feet.

As soon as it appeared, half the sky was dyed blood red.

The warhorses around the cloud platform neighed anxiously.

The court sorcerer looked up at the sky, his expression changing drastically.

"Mars flickers, the sun stained crimson with blood."

"This is the descent of the Zhu Yan, an omen that war will break out across the land!"

Liu Hong, however, was not surprised but rather delighted.

He pointed at the ape-like mythical beast and shouted:

"This is the divine beast Zhu Yan, a gift bestowed by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden."

"Someone come here."

"Send three hundred convicts over so the divine beast can have a good feast."

Soon, three hundred convicts were escorted onto the cloud platform.

Cries and pleas for mercy filled the air.

Zhu Yan grinned, revealing its gleaming white fangs.

The next moment, blood shot into the sky.

Above the cloud platform, an intense and overwhelming aura of malevolence had appeared.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Hong bestowed titles upon the descendants of the twenty-eight generals and ordered them to lead twenty-eight armies to Hulao Pass to fight a decisive battle against the Huangtian Xin Han army.

The old Han and the new Han, the virtues of fire and earth.

Both monarchs personally led their armies, and hundreds of thousands of troops were about to clash at Hulao Pass.

……

Outside Hulao Pass.

The army stretched endlessly.

Tents stood one after another, almost covering the entire field.

Battle flags blotted out the sky, and in the distance, Hulao Pass lay like a giant beast, guarding the gateway to Luoyang.

Inside the Huangtian New Han Army camp.

Liu Bei, dressed in full military attire, sat in the central command post.

Compared to his time in Guangzong, he had become much more composed.

He appeared less impatient and more like an emperor.

These days, he had assumed that the whole world would oppose him.

Especially after he ordered the purge of powerful and influential families.

Unexpectedly, when he adopted a humble and respectful attitude towards scholars and people from humble backgrounds, many scholars from poor families and members of prominent clans eagerly entered officialdom.

Many people are not lacking in talent, but are suppressed by the main lineage of powerful families and never have a chance to rise above their circumstances.

Huang Tianxin's Han army broke through the strongholds and fortified villages, and distributed land, which gradually stabilized the hearts of the local people.

Liu Bei suddenly realized something.

"It seems that powerful clans really have no reason to exist."

Just then, footsteps came from outside the tent.

A messenger strode in, cupped his hands, and said:

"Report!"

"An envoy from Luoyang requests an audience."

Liu Bei looked up.

"Bring it over."

Before long, an elderly man with a square face and bright eyes was led into the tent.

Liu Bei's expression changed immediately upon seeing the newcomer.

He suddenly stood up.

"teacher?"

The visitor was none other than Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi looked at Liu Bei's military uniform, then at the new Han flag in the central command tent, his face grave. He spoke angrily.

"Liu Bei, do you really intend to rebel against the Han Dynasty?"

"Are you really willing to abandon the lives of all people for your own selfish desires?"

Lu Zhi stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"If you want to rebel, then kill me on the spot!"

Liu Bei looked at his mentor, remained silent for a moment, and finally gave a bitter smile.

"Me? Rebellion? Teacher, I am a member of the Han imperial family, I am a Han, how could I be rebelling?"

Lu Zhi said coldly:

"The emperor in Luoyang is still alive."

"You usurped the throne in Guangzong, proclaiming yourself emperor and calling yourself the New Han. If that's not rebellion, then what is it?"

Liu Bei raised his head, his expression gradually calming down.

"Teacher, is it my fault that the world is in chaos and the people are suffering?"

"Is it my fault that the people have no land to cultivate and no food to eat?"

Lu Zhi frowned deeply.

Liu Bei continued:

"If you, teacher, can guarantee that everyone in the world has enough to eat, I will disband the Taiping Army on the spot. But can you, teacher?"

Silence fell over the tent for a moment, and Lu Zhi did not answer.

Liu Bei looked at him, his voice deepening.

"On the contrary, it was the Taiping Han Army that ended the war and famine. Teacher, you might as well go to Ji Province and see whether they are cursing me, Liu Bei, or praising the merits of the Taiping Han Army."

Lu Zhi's face turned ugly. He wanted to retort, but couldn't find the words to say.

Liu Bei took a deep breath and said:

"If you truly care about the common people, why not join the Taiping Han Army? Together, you and I, master and disciple, can create peace throughout the world."

Lu Zhi snorted coldly and stood up with a flick of his sleeve: "I, Lu Zhi, who eat the emperor's food, should be loyal to the emperor. I will not be a traitorous minister."

Liu Bei looked at Lu Zhi, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, and said:

"It is clear that the teacher is only loyal to one family and one clan, not to the people of the world."

Having said that, Liu Bei raised his hand.

"please."

Instead of making things difficult for his mentor, he sent someone to escort Lu Zhi out of the country with courtesy.

When two armies are at war, the envoy shall not be killed.

Moreover, killing Lu Zhi would not affect the overall situation; on the contrary, it would only ruin one's reputation.

Soon, a large army gathered.

At midday, under the blazing sun, the twenty-eight armies assembled in front of the pass.

The generals on the battlefield were all extraordinary individuals, totaling twenty-eight.

The troops from Luoyang gradually left the pass.

They did not intend to hold the pass to the death, but rather to take advantage of the fact that the Huangtian Xinhan army had not yet established a firm foothold and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Huang Tianxin's Han army was no less formidable.

The three Zhang brothers, Zuo Ci, Yu Ji, Fei Changfang, and other alchemists and disciples who borrowed their methods were all lined up in formation.

One altar after another was erected.

The yellow flag fluttered in the wind, its menacing aura reaching the sky.

Liu Hong stood amidst the old Han army ranks, drew his sword, and roared angrily:

"All troops, heed my command! Slay the demons!"

Liu Bei also drew his sword and looked toward Hulao Pass.

"Conquer this pass!"

"kill!"

boom!

Two hundred and eighty thousand Han troops were dispatched in full force.

This place gathers the world's elite and countless extraordinary individuals.

Some are covered in scales, impervious to swords and spears; some have golden eyes that can see through magic; some exhale black smoke that obscures the battlefield...

"roar!"

Zhu Yan roared from the crowd.

Its body suddenly grew to three zhang tall.

With white hair and bare feet, bloodshot eyes, and spitting out crimson flames, he charged straight at the densest crowd of the Yellow Heaven New Han Army.

Wherever Zhu Yan passed, the ground was scorched black.

Many soldiers were thrown away by the heatwave before they even got close.

"Well done!"

Zhang Jiao roared angrily.

He gathered a breath of Tai Chi thunder energy, and several bolts of lightning crashed down from the altar.

Boom boom boom!

The lightning struck Zhu Yan, causing a burst of fire to erupt.

Zhu Yan swayed precariously, but ultimately did not fall.

It opened its mouth wide, revealing its fangs, and continued to pounce forward.

Zhang Jiao's eyes darkened.

He knew that such long-distance combat could easily affect innocent soldiers.

It would be better to personally intervene and subdue them.

The next moment, he grabbed the magic sword and array plate and jumped off the altar.

The innate Bagua array plate flew into the air and immediately enveloped Zhu Yan.

The golden light of the Bagua descended, forcefully suppressing the fiery aura surrounding Zhu Yan.

On the other side, the others also found their own opponents.

Guan Yu swept his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, blocking a golden-bodied supernatural being.

Zhang Fei roared like thunder as he engaged in a fierce battle with a strange general who was spitting out black smoke.

Zuo Ci folded paper into soldiers, and paper figures and horses moved around the battlefield.

Cao Cao, dressed in full military attire and wielding a long spear, charged in and out of the chaotic army seven times.

His eyes were calm, and his actions were ruthless. Even in the chaos of battle, he could still quickly identify the enemy's weaknesses.

Suddenly, a slight ripple appeared on the body of one of Cao Cao's personal guards.

The guard's face twisted and changed, transforming into the likeness of Zuo Ci in the blink of an eye.

"not good!"

Cao Cao's heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, a golden light pierced through his forehead.

Cao Cao's body stiffened, and the long spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Their souls were then taken to the Penglai Dharma Realm.

In his hazy state of consciousness, Cao Cao seemed to see a golden-eyed young Taoist standing under the Fusang tree, smiling at him.

The young Taoist's voice echoed in his ears.

"The Three Kingdoms?"

"The world will never again witness the devastation and destruction of the Three Kingdoms period."

Under the hibiscus tree.

Cao Cao's soul was bound by chains of the Dharma realm.

Following that, the souls of Yuan Shao, Sun Jian, Gongsun Zan, Dong Zhuo, and others were also successively detained in the Dharma Realm.

These heroes, who should have shone brightly in the chaos of war, have now been reduced to menial tasks in the legal realm.

Huang Bai looked at them, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The fortune of the Eastern Han Dynasty continuously gathered within the Dharma Realm, faintly forming a red dragon that hovered above the alchemy furnace.

The Three Kingdoms period exhausted the heroic spirit of its people.

This era is full of talented people and countless heroes, but it's still better not to have them.

Whether it was Cao Cao or Liu Bei, their great achievements were ultimately built upon the suffering of the people.

Compared to the suffering of the nation, it doesn't matter if there are fewer heroic deeds.

Huang Bai slowly walked to the alchemy furnace and sat down cross-legged.

Focus your mind on your spiritual center and meditate to regulate your breathing.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat out the golden sand mica inner core. The pure golden inner core floated in the void and, under the tempering of true fire, slowly absorbed the dynasty's fortune in the air, as well as the essence from the mountains and rivers.

The third stage of elixir restoration represents the highest level of the Mica Method.

This realm grants an additional 180 years of lifespan.

Furthermore, all outward manifestations will gradually subside, eventually transforming into the [Five-Colored Feather Robe].

This stage is called "Feathered Immortal Guest".

The five-colored feathered robe is both a magical artifact and a strange phenomenon.

The dragon chariots, thunder drums, and rainbow-colored robes of the ancient winged people all originated from this.

It is a manifestation of one's own spiritual cultivation.

The immortal in feathered robes rides the clouds and mist, roaming freely across the five lakes and four seas, following the pure path of ancient immortals.

Time passed slowly.

On the battlefield of Hulao Pass, the fighting became increasingly fierce.

boom!

Zhang Jiao's palm strike finally split Zhu Yan in two.

Zhu Yan let out a mournful roar, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

The Han army gradually fell into defeat, and the ground was stained red with blood. A large amount of blood seeped deep into the soil, seemingly stirring up some long-buried formation energy.

A strange sight suddenly appeared in the sky.

The blazing sun remained, but a phantom moon slowly emerged in the daylight.

The sun and moon hang together, their light intertwined.

This refers to the phenomenon of the sun and moon moving in opposite directions.

Standing at the back of the formation, Liu Hong's originally pale face suddenly lit up with wild joy.

"The sun and moon are both in disarray, the Mysterious Maiden has descended to earth!"

This was a prophecy left by Emperor Guangwu before his death.

(Another 10,000-word update today, please vote with monthly tickets. There will be another chapter around 11 PM.)