Blue Heaven is Dead, Huang Tian Shall Rise

The rainstorm came as quickly as it went.

In just half an hour, the clouds parted to reveal the sun, and the crystal-clear droplets on the leaves reflected the brilliant light.

Huang Tian strolled slowly back along the path, his soaked clothes drying rapidly as he walked.

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

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

The elderly people who had been in the park earlier had dispersed before the downpour, leaving the area entirely empty, save for a few lingering puddles on the ground.

Huang Tian crossed the park to find his small electric scooter. The seat had collected quite a bit of water, so he gave it a light wipe, and his spiritual power instantly evaporated the moisture.

He climbed onto the scooter, inserted the key, and twisted the throttle, accelerating from a crawl to a steady pace.

With a cool breeze blowing, Huang Tian rode to a supermarket near his residence and bought some fruit and daily necessities.

Just as he stepped out of the supermarket, a tall, delicate-looking girl with a slightly flushed face trotted up to him.

"H-hello... I just saw you and thought you had a great vibe. I was wondering if we could add each other on Feixin?"

Huang Tian paused, realizing he was being hit on.

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

The girl's fair face turned even redder, the blush spreading to her ears and neck, and she stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

She quickly turned around, covered her burning face, and hurried away.

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

A chubby girl stood under a camphor tree not far away, immediately asking as the young girl ran over.

The girl said embarrassedly, "Oh, he already has a girlfriend, I'm so embarrassed..."

The chubby girl looked over at Huang Tian, who was mounting his electric scooter at the supermarket entrance. Convinced he couldn't hear them, she said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You think he has a good vibe and is handsome, but no matter how handsome a man is, he can't be that great if he's riding an electric scooter."

Hearing this, the girl subconsciously looked toward Huang Tian. Just then, Huang Tian happened to look their way. The girl immediately lowered her head as if electrocuted, her ears burning as she muttered, "Actually, he's still really handsome."

The chubby girl clutched her forehead, speechless.

On the other side, Huang Tian smiled and twisted the throttle, his scooter moving slowly away.

He didn't care much about this "approach"; it was just a small diversion in his daily life.

However, it made him realize that his already refined and handsome self had gained an even more composed aura after practicing cultivation, significantly increasing his charm.

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

As his college roommate's words flashed through his mind, Huang Tian's mood improved even further. In this world, who wouldn't want to be more charming?

Parking the scooter under his apartment building, Huang Tian carried the two bags toward his unit.

Click.

The door opened. Huang Tian placed the bags on the wooden table, took out an apple, washed it with water, and dried it with a paper towel.

Crunch.

A large chunk of flesh was bitten off, the sweet and sour taste making him swallow involuntarily.

"Eating an apple occasionally feels pretty good."

Although apples were known as the most boring fruit, having one now and then was nice, especially when sliced in half—the experience felt like it leveled up.

After finishing the apple and feeling slightly full, Huang Tian leaned against the headboard and turned on the "switch."

"...Buzz... Buzz..."

He paused, "Again?"

Two days ago, he had heard the "buzzing" sound from another world for the first time, and subsequently obtained a cultivation technique from the Thick Earth Sect of that world.

"Is this another world, or is it still the world where the Thick Earth Sect resides?"

Huang Tian speculated to himself.

This time, the buzzing lasted shorter than the last, about ten hours. Around one in the morning, a blurred human voice reached his ears.

It was the sound of thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of people shouting in unison. The sound pierced the clouds and shook the heavens, making Huang Tian's ears ring.

Perhaps due to the barrier between worlds, he couldn't hear exactly what they were shouting.

Huang Tian frowned, then relaxed, forcing himself to calm down and maintain a state of meditation and detachment.

Gradually, the voices became clearer.

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

"The Blue Heaven has perished; the Huang Tian shall stand! The year is Jiazi, and the world shall be at peace!!!"

Countless people shouted in unison, their voices filled with fanaticism, hope, and intense rage.

In that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Huang Tian. He opened his eyes wide, his gaze following a golden "line of sound" as it pierced through space and the world's barrier, revealing a tragic scene:

The setting sun was like blood, banners fluttered in the wind, and the horns sounded desolate.

Across the vast wilderness, a yellow torrent and a crimson torrent collided fiercely, kicking up countless sprays of blood.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army soldiers, their heads wrapped in yellow turbans and armed with daggers, bamboo spears, and hoes, wore expressions of mixed rage and terror as they swung down upon the black-armored Han Army.

The armored Han Army soldiers either charged with spears or slammed into their foes with shields, knocking the Yellow Turban soldiers to the ground, where a Han soldier would immediately step forward to swing a Ring-pommel Saber and sever their heads.

Yet, before that Han soldier could even rejoice, a rusted iron dagger pierced the top of his foot; a Yellow Turban youth, as thin and agile as a monkey, darted into his embrace and drove a short blade into his neck, bypassing his armor with lethal precision.

But the next moment, the Yellow Turban youth was kicked to the ground, and a sharp crossbow bolt pierced his left eye with a wet thud, followed by a shrill, piercing scream.

With another soft thud, the youth's head flew from his neck, spinning several times in mid-air before finally rolling onto the ground, where it was trampled ruthlessly by the soldiers of both sides.

On the battlefield, spears, daggers, and swords clashed, crossbow bolts whistled coldly, flesh was hoisted high by long lances, and hooves shattered human bones, accompanied by roars, wails, and screams...

It was like a living hell on earth.

Huang Tian took a gentle breath, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

"So, is this the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Late Han Dynasty World?"

The Blue Heaven is dead; the Huang Tian shall stand!

It was precisely the two characters "Huang Tian" in this slogan that allowed Huang Tian, currently on Blue Star, to pierce through the barriers of time and space to witness this tragic scene.

"The last time I heard a voice from the Thick Earth Sect, I could only listen, not see, but this time, I can see the battlefield clearly."

"What is the reason?"

"Is it because my cultivation has improved?"

"Or is it that, from the perspective of time and space, the Late Han Dynasty World is 'closer' to Blue Star than the Thick Earth Sect world, making the cross-boundary signal more stable?"

Unable to fathom it, Huang Tian simply stopped thinking about it and continued to watch the slaughter between the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army in the Late Han Dynasty World.

Yet, as time passed, Huang Tian suddenly felt an inexplicable intuition:

"It feels as if I could follow this thread of sound and travel across to the Late Han Dynasty World?"