Time passed like a galloping horse slipping through a crack. The aura of the Five Declines spread through the Three Realms. The living beings of the Mortal Realm knew nothing of the great currents of the Prehistoric Universe; they only knew that tomorrow was uncertain.
Within Grand Unity Palace, Li Fan stood with his hands behind his back, utterly speechless. They really were rushing one after another to become Emperor...
Through countless cycles over thousands of years, dynasties rose and fell. The only lesson people ever learned from history was that they never learned any lessons.
The king's banner atop the city walls changed again and again. Warlords vied for supremacy, heroes proclaimed themselves emperors, and they surged forward one after another like moths flying into flames, never stopping.
But this time, the beginning of the chaos was no longer something as simple as mortal political schemes.
Taiping Heavenly Dao descended from the Prehistoric Universe, possessing mortal bodies and arriving in the Human Realm.
On the wild plains of Jizhou, black clouds pressed down upon the city as rolling thunder shattered the Nine Heavens.
Boom!
A brilliant stream of yellow energy descended from the Ninth Heaven, piercing through heaven and earth. It was Huang Tian's will descending to support his emissary, Zhang Jiao, in his act of changing heaven and earth.
Draped in a yellow turban and holding the Nine-Section Staff, Zhang Jiao stood amid a sea of lightning. His mortal body bore divinity. His gaze swept over the starving masses, and his voice no longer belonged to a mortal, carrying instead the vastness and cold severity of heaven:
"This humble Daoist, Zhang Jiao, invites the Great Han to die!"
As those words fell, heaven and earth changed color.
The thunderbolts of the Nine Heavens danced madly, and the spiritual