Sovereign Yellow Absolute

My first experience of transmigrating was, as Huang Tian would put it, quite extraordinary.

Especially since he hadn't "possessed" or taken over anyone's body. Instead, he had become a newborn baby.

The infant's body had formed from the union of a fragment of his consciousness and some kind of energy from heaven and earth. In a sense, heaven and earth were his parents, and he was their own flesh and blood.

But with his hazy perceptions, Huang Tian knew the world had no consciousness—at least, the Late Han Dynasty World had none. Nor was there any such thing as the Heavenly Dao.

So he wasn't the son of Heaven's mandate, either.

Still, in a world without magic, he had made such a spectacular entrance. No one would question it if he claimed to be an Immortal God come down to earth.

Especially when...

He gently opened his eyes. Wherever he looked, flesh and blood flew, heads rolled, and all around him rang roars like those of demons.

Just then, an inexplicable force lifted him slowly off the ground. The Yellow Turban Army and Han Army soldiers fighting nearby were stunned. They stopped mid-swing and stared blankly at the "Holy Infant," the "Immortal Infant," floating in midair.

As they watched, the swaddling clothes around Huang Tian transformed into a child's garments. At the same time, the "tiny" Huang Tian stood in midair and took five steps as if walking across a green lotus.

With each step, he aged a year, growing taller and stronger. After five steps, he had become a five-year-old boy with red lips and pearly white teeth.

This was even more unbelievable than his earlier arrival amid thunder and lightning!

Everyone stared blankly up at the exquisite immortal child in the sky. Huang Tian surveyed the battlefield and spoke softly, yet his voice rang in every person's ears.

"My name is Huang Tian. Today I descend into this world. Above heaven and below heaven, I alone reign supreme!"

Boom—!

It was like a magnitude-ten earthquake, leaving everyone reeling and dizzy.

Zhang Jiao's eyes bulged as his beard and hair fluttered. "Th-there really is a God Huang Tian?!"

Though he had raised the Yellow Turban Rebellion under the banners of Holy Venerable Huang Tian and Sovereign Yellow Absolute, he knew perfectly well that no Immortal Gods existed in the world.

All his so-called "talisman arts" were nothing but tricks. They might fool ordinary believers, but he himself would never believe in them.

As the Great Virtuous Teacher of the Great Peace Sect, he had been all the more certain that no God Huang Tian existed!

Yet here, today, he had seen "Huang Tian" descend with his own eyes!

Boundless fear and joy surged in his heart.

He feared he hadn't been devout enough, that he had treated God Huang Tian as nothing more than a tablet. Yet he rejoiced that God Huang Tian had descended, and that the millions of Great Han's displaced, starving people would finally be saved.

His voice nearly broke as he cried out, "Jiao pays his respects to Holy Venerable Huang Tian, Sovereign Yellow Absolute God!"

At his bow, nearly forty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers fell to their knees in rippling waves, prostrating themselves and fervently chanting God Huang Tian's honored name.

The Yellow Turban Army was wild with joy. The Han Army, meanwhile, felt as if lightning had struck them.

If the immortal child hadn't spoken, they might have guessed he was an Immortal God sent down by Emperor Gao of Han. After all, legend had it that Gao Di was the reincarnation of the mighty Son of the Red Emperor, possessed of Supreme power. It would have been acceptable to believe he had sent an immortal down to save the Great Han.

But the immortal child had declared outright that his name was Huang Tian. Just hearing that name was enough for the Han Army to conclude that he was a deity on the Yellow Turbans' side. Had they not heard the saying, "The Blue Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise"?

The Blue Heaven was dead, so "Huang Tian" had descended!

And who was the Blue Heaven?

Naturally, the Great Han!

"The Great Han... Is the Great Han doomed?!" The thought flashed through Lu Zhi's mind, and a powerful wave of dizziness swept over him, nearly toppling him.

"Lord Lu! Lord Lu!" Zong Yuan cried out in alarm. He hurriedly caught Lu Zhi and shouted into his ear, trying to bring him back to his senses.

This was a life-or-death moment. How could the commander faint?

If he fainted, wouldn't Zong Yuan be finished?!

Lu Zhi managed to steady himself, but as he looked up at Huang Tian floating serenely in the sky, a deep sense of helplessness rose within him.

How could mortals possibly oppose an Immortal?

"So God Huang Tian really exists!"

"Sovereign Yellow Absolute, I'm above! I'm willing to join the Great Peace Sect!"

"The Holy Venerable has descended. The Great Han must fall! I want to join the Moth Bandits—the Yellow Turbans!"

"Please show mercy, Holy Venerable! Put my intestines back in my belly..."

"Huang Tian has descended! Huang Tian has descended..."

More than ten thousand Han soldiers cast aside their weapons and bowed to the ground in fervent worship, shouting all manner of things.

Across the vast plain, only Lu Zhi, Zong Yuan, a few other commanders, and the several hundred elite troops guarding Lu Zhi remained standing. But even they were panicked and at a loss.

If Lu Zhi and the Han Court hadn't still held sway in their hearts, they would already have "cast aside their helmets and armor" and shown God Huang Tian their devotion.

Lu Zhi looked at the helpless faces turned toward him, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Huang Tian has descended, but the Blue Heaven will descend as well! Gao Di is the Son of the Red Emperor. He won't stand idly by while the Flame Han falls to the Moth Bandits!"

At his words, many faces relaxed. But Lu Zhi knew the tide had turned. He made a decisive choice:

"Sound the gong! Withdraw the troops!"

No one moved. Lu Zhi swiftly drew the sword from his waist and barked, "Sound the gong!"

At last, someone sprang into action.

The gong rang out. The more than ten thousand Han soldiers kneeling on the ground were stunned by the sound, unsure what to do. Should they rise and return to camp, or keep bowing?

The sound of the gong also jolted Zhang Jiao back to his senses. But he still didn't know whether to order the execution of the Han soldiers, who were as good as disarmed. As he hesitated, Huang Tian spoke from above:

"Huang Tian rises; the Blue Heaven dies!"

A casual sentence sent the morale of Zhang Jiao and the Yellow Turban Army soaring. Zhang Jiao scrambled to his feet, raised the Nine-Section Staff, and shouted, "Beat the drums! All troops, advance! Kill the Han Army! Those who kneel and surrender will be spared!"

At his command, drums rumbled. The Yellow Turban soldiers' eyes blazed as they charged at the Han Army like men pumped full of blood. But most Han soldiers had been cowed by the miracle of Huang Tian's descent and obediently knelt to surrender, so this "battle" ended without a single casualty.

"Lord Lu! We have to retreat!" Zong Yuan urged anxiously.

Seeing that more than ten thousand elite Han soldiers weren't even resisting, Lu Zhi let out a heavy sigh, stamped his foot, and gritted out, "Retreat!"

He leapt nimbly onto his horse and fled in disarray with the several hundred cavalrymen and infantrymen who remained loyal to him and the Han Court, heading away from Guangzong City.

The Yellow Turban cavalry immediately gave chase, but they were unlikely to catch Lu Zhi. The Han Army's horses were far better than the Yellow Turbans'. The few Han infantrymen who had fled with them, however, would not escape.

At that moment, the inexplicable force faded away, and Huang Tian floated down from the sky to the ground.

He searched within himself and found not a trace of cultivation. The "miracles" he had displayed earlier had all been sustained by that inexplicable force.

It seems this was another effect of my superpower...

The thought passed through his mind. Huang Tian saw no point in dwelling on it and turned his gaze toward the layers of Yellow Turban soldiers around him.

Wherever he looked, some were fervently fanatical, while others bowed their heads in fearful submission.