Sovereign Yellow Absolute

To Huang Tian, the sensation of his first transmigration was truly marvelous.

In particular, he had not "possessed" or "seized" anyone; instead, he had been born as a newborn infant.

This infant body was formed from the intersection of a sliver of his consciousness and a certain energy of the world. One could say that the world itself was his parent, and he was the world's own flesh and blood.

Yet, through his hazy perception, Huang Tian knew that the world possessed no consciousness—at least, the Late Han Dynasty World did not, nor did any such thing as a Heavenly Dao exist.

Therefore, he was no "Son of Destiny."

However, having descended into a non-magical world with such a flashy entrance, no one would ever question his claim of being a deity descended from the heavens.

Especially since...

He gently opened his eyes. Wherever his gaze fell, flesh and blood flew, heads rolled, and his ears were filled with nothing but shrieks that sounded like ghosts and demons.

At that very moment, an inexplicable force caused him to float slowly from the ground. This sight stunned the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army soldiers who were hacking away nearby; they stopped their movements in a daze, staring blankly at the "Holy Infant" and "Immortal Infant" hovering in mid-air.

Under their watchful eyes, the swaddling clothes wrapping Huang Tian transformed into a child's garment. Simultaneously, the "young" Huang Tian stood in the air, walking five steps as if treading upon green lotuses.

With every step he took, he aged by one year, his stature growing taller and stronger. After five steps, he had transformed into a five-year-old child with red lips and white teeth.

This scene was even more inconceivable than his arrival upon a bolt of lightning!

Everyone stared up in a stupor at the exquisitely carved immortal child. Huang Tian swept his gaze across the battlefield and spoke softly, yet his voice resonated in the ears of every single person present.

"My name is Huang Tian. Today I descend into this world; above the heavens and below the earth, I alone am the Honored One!"

BOOM—!

It was as if a magnitude ten earthquake had struck, leaving everyone dizzy and disoriented.

Zhang Jiao's eyes widened, his beard and hair flying, "Is it... is it truly Huang Tian?!!"

Although he had launched the Yellow Turban Rebellion under the banners of the Holy Venerable Huang Tian and the Sovereign Yellow Absolute God, he knew full well that there had never been any immortals or gods in this world.

His entire repertoire of "talisman arts" was merely a series of illusions meant to deceive ordinary believers; he himself would never believe in them.

It was precisely because he was the Great Virtuous Teacher of the Great Peace Sect that he was all the more certain that no God Huang Tian existed!

Yet, here and now, he had witnessed with his own eyes the descent of "Huang Tian"!

This filled his heart with endless trepidation and joy.

The trepidation came from the belief that he had not been pious enough, treating the God Huang Tian as a mere tablet; the joy came from the fact that the God Huang Tian had descended, and the millions of displaced, starving people of the Flame Han finally had salvation.

He wept as he cried out, "Jiao pays respects to the Holy Venerable Huang Tian, the Sovereign Yellow Absolute God!!"

At his kowtow, nearly forty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers knelt and bowed like a wave, chanting the name of the God Huang Tian with fanatical expressions.

While the Yellow Turban Army was ecstatic, the Han Army was struck as if by lightning.

If the immortal child had not spoken, they might have guessed that he was a deity sent by Emperor Gao of Han. After all, legend held that Emperor Gao was the reincarnation of the Son of the Red Emperor, possessing supreme power; it would have been acceptable to believe he had sent an immortal to save the Flame Han.

But this immortal child had explicitly stated his name was Huang Tian. Hearing that name alone, the Han Army could almost confirm that the child was a deity of the Yellow Turbans. Had they not heard the saying, "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall stand"?

Only when the Blue Heaven died would "Huang Tian" descend!

And who was the Blue Heaven?

Naturally, it was the Flame Han!

The Flame Han, is the Flame Han about to perish?! This thought flashed through Lu Zhi's mind, and a wave of intense vertigo struck him, nearly causing him to collapse.

"Lord Lu! Lord Lu!" Zong Yuan looked anxious, hurriedly supporting Lu Zhi and shouting into his ear to help him regain his senses.

This was a life-or-death moment; how could the commander-in-chief faint?

If you faint, won't I be finished?!

Lu Zhi managed to stand steady, but as he looked up at Huang Tian, who floated in the sky with a calm expression, a deep sense of powerlessness rose within him.

How could a human possibly oppose an immortal?

"There really is a God Huang Tian in this world!"

"With the Sovereign Yellow Absolute God above, I am willing to join the Great Peace Sect!!"

"The Holy Venerable has descended, the Flame Han must fall! I want to join the Moth Bandits, the Yellow Turban Army!"

"I beg the Holy Venerable for mercy, please stuff my intestines back into my stomach..."

"Huang Tian has descended, Huang Tian has descended..."

Over ten thousand Han soldiers discarded their weapons, kneeling on the ground with fanatical expressions, uttering all sorts of cries.

On the vast wilderness, only a few commanders like Lu Zhi and Zong Yuan, along with the hundreds of elites guarding Lu Zhi, remained standing, though they were all panicked and at a loss for what to do.

If not for the lingering authority of Lu Zhi and the Han Court in their hearts, they would have long since "cast aside their armor" and expressed their piety to the God Huang Tian.

Lu Zhi looked at the helpless gazes directed toward him, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Huang Tian has descended, but the Blue Heaven shall also descend! Emperor Gao is the Son of the Red Emperor; he will not watch idly as the Flame Han perishes at the hands of the Moth Bandits!"

Hearing this, many expressions softened, but Lu Zhi knew the momentum was lost. He decided decisively:

"Sound the gong, recall the troops, retreat!"

As his voice fell, no one moved. Lu Zhi decisively drew his sword from his waist and said coldly, "SOUND THE GONG!!"

Finally, someone began to move.

The sound of the gong rang out, leaving the ten thousand Han Army soldiers kneeling on the ground completely bewildered. They did not know what to do—should they stand up and retreat to the barracks, or continue to kneel in submission?

Zhang Jiao was also startled awake by the sound of the gong, yet he was unsure whether he should order the slaughter of the Han Army soldiers who were effectively disarmed. As he hesitated, the Yellow Heaven in the sky spoke:

"Yellow Heaven descends, Blue Heaven dies!"

This understated sentence sent the morale of Zhang Jiao and the Yellow Turban Army soaring. The former climbed up from the ground, brandished the Nine-Section Staff in his hand, and shouted, "Beat the drums! All troops advance! Slaughter the Han Army! Those who kneel and surrender shall be spared!"

Once the order was given, the drums thundered. The Yellow Turban Army soldiers' eyes gleamed as they charged toward the Han Army as if injected with adrenaline. However, most of the Han soldiers were so shaken by the miracle of Yellow Heaven Descends that they obediently knelt and surrendered, meaning this "battle" resulted in virtually no casualties.

"Lord Lu! We must retreat!" Zong Yuan urged anxiously.

Seeing that his ten thousand elite Han soldiers were not resisting at all, Lu Zhi let out a long sigh, gritted his teeth, and stomped his foot. "Retreat!"

He mounted his horse with agile movements and, leading the few hundred cavalry and infantry who remained loyal to him and the Han Court, fled in a sorry state away from Guangzong City.

The Yellow Turban cavalry immediately gave chase, but they were unable to catch up to Lu Zhi; the Han Army's horses were significantly better than those of the Yellow Turban Army. However, the few infantrymen who followed them in their flight could not escape.

At this moment, that inexplicable power dissipated entirely, and Yellow Heaven flew back down from the sky to the ground.

He sensed his body and found not a shred of cultivation; the "miracles" he had displayed earlier were all sustained by that mysterious force.

It seems this was the result of my superpower again...

With this thought flashing through his mind, Yellow Heaven did not dwell on it pointlessly, instead casting his gaze toward the layers of Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding him.

Wherever his eyes landed, they were met with either extreme fanaticism or heads bowed in submission.