Blue Heaven Is Dead, Huang Tian Shall Rise

The torrential rain had come fast and gone just as quickly.

In barely half an hour, the rain stopped and the clouds parted. Warm sunlight emerged from the drifting clouds, and crystalline droplets on the leaves reflected its brilliant rays.

Huang Tian strolled leisurely back along the path, the clothes soaked through on his body rapidly drying as he walked.

This was no spell, merely a simple application of spiritual power.

By the time he left the small hill and returned to the park, his clothes were completely dry.

The elderly people who had been in the park had already dispersed before the downpour began. The entire park was empty, with only a few puddles left on the ground.

Huang Tian crossed the park and found his little electric scooter. A fair amount of water had collected on its seat, but with a gentle swipe of his hand, spiritual power immediately evaporated it clean.

He then swung onto the scooter, inserted the key, twisted the handlebar, and the little electric scooter gradually picked up speed.

With the slightly cool breeze blowing against him, Huang Tian rode all the way to a supermarket near his home and bought some fruit and daily necessities.

But just as he walked out of the supermarket, a tall, rather delicate-looking girl ran up to him, her face faintly red.

"Y-you... hello. I just saw you and thought you had a really good aura. Could I add you on Feixin and get to know you?"

Huang Tian froze for a moment, then realized he was being hit on.

But as a handsome guy who had been good-looking since childhood, he had experienced this plenty of times. He smiled politely. "Sorry, I have a girlfriend."

The girl's fair face immediately reddened further, the blush spreading down to her ears and neck. She hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry!"

Then she swiftly turned around, covered her slightly burning face, and hurried away.

"How did it go? How did it go?"

A chubby girl stood beneath a camphor tree not far away. The moment she saw the girl run over, she immediately asked.

The girl said embarrassedly, "Ah, he already has a girlfriend. How embarrassing..."

The chubby girl turned toward Huang Tian, who was getting onto his electric scooter outside the supermarket. Certain that he could not hear them, she said, "It's fine, it's fine. You think he has good vibes and is handsome, but no matter how handsome a man riding an electric scooter is, he can't be that handsome."

Upon hearing that, the girl instinctively looked toward Huang Tian. Huang Tian happened to look their way as well, and she instantly lowered her head as though shocked by electricity, her ears burning. She mumbled, "He's actually still really handsome."

The chubby girl covered her forehead, speechless.

On the other side, Huang Tian smiled, twisted the handlebar, and the electric scooter slowly started moving.

He did not particularly care about this little "approach." It was no more than a tiny diversion in life.

Still, it made him realize that his already refined and handsome self had gained an extra air of composure after cultivating immortality, raising his charm considerably.

"You brat, you can find a meal anywhere with that face of yours. I'm so damn jealous!"

His college roommate's words flashed through his mind, and Huang Tian's mood improved further. In this world, who would not want to become more charming?

He parked below his apartment building and carried two bags toward his apartment.

Click.

The door opened. Huang Tian set the bags on the wooden table, took an apple from one of them, washed it with water, then dried it with a paper towel.

Crunch.

He bit off a large chunk of fruit. Its sweet-and-sour flavor made his mouth water.

"An apple now and then feels pretty good."

Although apples were known as the most boring fruit, having one once in a while was still nice. Especially apples sliced in half—their flavor immediately rose to another level.

After eating the apple and feeling pleasantly full, Huang Tian leaned halfway against the headboard and turned on the "switch."

"...Bzzzt... bzzzt..."

He froze. "Again?"

The day before yesterday, he had heard that "bzzzt" sound from another world for the first time, and afterward obtained a cultivation technique from the sect in that world—the Thick Earth Sect.

"Could this be another world this time? Or is it still the world where the Thick Earth Sect is located?"

Huang Tian silently speculated.

This burst of static lasted less time than the previous one. It continued for around ten hours, and at about one in the morning, indistinct human voices reached Huang Tian's ears.

Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, were shouting in unison. Their voices pierced the clouds and surged toward the heavens, making Huang Tian's ears buzz.

Perhaps because they were separated by worlds, though, he could not clearly make out exactly what those people were shouting.

Huang Tian's brows drew together, then relaxed. He forcibly calmed himself and maintained a state of meditation and forgetfulness.

Gradually, those voices became clearer and clearer.

"...Blue Heaven... Huang Tian..."

"Blue Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall rise! The year is Jiazi, and all under Heaven shall prosper!!!"

Countless people shouted in unison, their voices filled with fervor, hope, and intense fury.

At a certain instant, enlightenment struck Huang Tian. His eyes snapped open, and his gaze actually followed a golden-yellow "sound thread," piercing through Spacetime and the barriers between worlds to behold a tragic scene:

The setting sun was like blood, banners snapped in the wind, and war horns sounded bleak.

Across the vast plains, a yellow flood and a crimson flood collided viciously, splashing up countless waves.

More than ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers, their heads wrapped in yellow cloth, wielded ge and spears, bamboo lances, and hoes. Anger and fear mingled across their faces as they viciously brought their weapons down upon the Han Army clad in black armor.

The armored Han soldiers either charged with spears or slammed forward with shields, knocking Yellow Turban soldiers to the ground. A Han soldier would immediately rush forward, swing a Ring-pommel Saber, and cut off their heads.

Yet before that Han soldier could rejoice, a rusted iron ge stabbed into the top of his foot. A skinny Yellow Turban youth, thin as a monkey, nimbly crashed into his embrace, and the short blade in his hand slipped past the armor and plunged precisely into his neck.

But in the next instant, the Yellow Turban youth was kicked to the ground. A sharp crossbow bolt shot into his left eye with a puff, and a shrill scream rang out.

Then came another puff. The youth's head flew from his neck, spinning several times through the air before finally rolling to the ground, where soldiers from both sides trampled it mercilessly.

On the battlefield, ge, spears, sabers, and swords clashed; crossbow bolts whistled with icy force; flesh and blood were raised upon long lances; horse hooves crushed human bones; roars, cries, and screams...

It was like hell on earth.

Huang Tian quietly drew a breath, his heart filled with a hundred tangled emotions.

"So this time, it's the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty?"

Blue Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall rise!

It was precisely the two words "Huang Tian" in that slogan that allowed Huang Tian, who was on Blue Star, to pierce through the barriers of Spacetime and witness that tragic scene.

When I heard the voices from the Thick Earth Sect last time, I could only hear them, not see anything. But this time, I can see the battlefield clearly.

Why?

Is it because my cultivation has improved?

Or, from the perspective of Spacetime, is the Late Han Dynasty World "closer" to Blue Star than the Thick Earth Sect's world, making signals across worlds more stable?

Unable to figure it out, Huang Tian simply stopped dwelling on it and continued watching the slaughter between the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army in the Late Han Dynasty World.

But as time passed, Huang Tian suddenly felt an inexplicable intuition arise within him:

"I seem to be able to follow this sound thread and cross into the Late Han Dynasty World?"