Old Acquaintance Mo Qiu

Huang Tian felt a stir in his heart and attempted to touch the voice coming from the Late Han Dynasty World with his consciousness.

In a trance, a sliver of his consciousness seemed to fly out from his body, poised to cross the boundaries of space and time to descend into the Late Han Dynasty World along the trail of that voice.

However, the next instant.

Huang Tian felt himself blocked by a crystal-like "barrier." His consciousness collided with it, cracking the crystal barrier in several places, but the impact left him slightly dizzy, a wave of disorientation washing over him.

He couldn't help but raise a hand to support his forehead, then gently massaged his temples; only after a moment did he manage to recover.

"It seems I can travel to another world, but I cannot yet pass through that space-time barrier..."

Huang Tian pondered, "Or perhaps not. If I were to recklessly slam my consciousness against the barrier, there is a chance I could break through. After all, I already managed to create several significant cracks just now."

But, there is no rush.

The strength of one's consciousness should be related to my cultivation level. I cannot break through at the first level of Qi Refining, but at the second or third level, it might not be impossible. There is no need to risk potential danger to force a crossing.

I will continue to cultivate and wait for the right moment.

Huang Tian temporarily abandoned the idea of traveling to the Late Han Dynasty World and turned his attention to studying the scene on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the Yellow Turban Army numbered over ten thousand, holding the numerical advantage, though their equipment was incomplete and many were old or weak.

The Han Army was much smaller, with only about a thousand men. Although their equipment was complete—including spears, swords, crossbows, and armor—they did not seem to be a professional army, appearing somewhat timid when faced with the fearless Yellow Turban soldiers.

Huang Tian frowned slightly, his gaze shifting, and the battlefield scene moved along with it.

On a dirt slope, over a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers stood guard around an old man dressed in apricot-yellow Taoist robes. He held a Nine-Section Staff, his face sallow and dark, his eyes slightly clouded. Behind him stood a great banner inscribed with "General of Heaven," and a secondary flag reading, "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall stand."

"General of Heaven, is this Zhang Jiao?"

Huang Tian had a slight understanding of the history of the late Han Dynasty; at the very least, he knew that Zhang Jiao had titled himself the General of Heaven, while his two younger brothers, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, were known as the General of Earth and the General of People, respectively.

Thinking of this, he took out his phone to search for the full course of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, thirty-six factions of the Yellow Turban rose simultaneously, causing turmoil across seven provinces. Emperor Liu Hong lifted the ban on partisan factions, and generals like Lu Zhi were dispatched to suppress the rebellion. Zhang Jiao was besieged by Lu Zhi at Guangzong until he died of illness, and both Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao were executed..."

After quickly browsing the historical trajectory, Huang Tian refocused his gaze on the Late Han Dynasty World.

"It seems Zhang Jiao has only just started the uprising. He doesn't have many soldiers under his command, and the Han Court hasn't had time to mobilize its main forces yet, so those fighting the Yellow Turban Army must be local commandery troops."

Huang Tian quickly reached this conclusion.

"This means the Late Han Dynasty World is likely in late February or early March. Any later would be May, because by June, Lu Zhi had already led his army to defeat Zhang Jiao and besiege him at Guangzong."

Huang Tian silently calculated the time, then focused his attention on the slaughter between the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army.

In the Late Han Dynasty World, the sun was setting, the sky growing dim. The soldiers of both sides, having fought for a long time, were exhausted.

At this moment, the great banner behind Zhang Jiao waved. Shouts rang out, followed by the thunderous sound of hooves as a cavalry unit of over a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers joined the battlefield from the flank.

"Thwip, thwip!"

Over a hundred arrows were loosed by the Yellow Turban cavalry, killing only a few men at the front of the Han Army's left flank, but the sight of a hundred riders charging terrified the already exhausted Han soldiers, leaving them cold with fear.

The Yellow Turban cavalry, their expressions cold and stern, leveled their spears and lances, crashing into the already loose formation of the Han Army like a steamroller. Their spears, driven by surging force, pierced deep into the chests of the Han soldiers, lifting them up or smashing them away.

In the blink of an eye, the Yellow Turban cavalry had pierced through the front line of the Han Army. Hundreds of Han soldiers fled in terror, and the cavalry drove them toward the other formations, attempting to completely disrupt the Han Army's ranks.

Only then did the Han commander manage to issue an order, sending out a reserve force of over a hundred fresh troops that had not yet been used. However, his move was a step too slow; under the impact of the fleeing soldiers, the Han Army lost all control, and the flat plains were filled with soldiers fleeing in a panic.

"Beat the drums! All forces, advance!" Zhang Jiao gripped his Nine-Section Staff tightly and ordered in a loud voice.

Dong, dong, dong—

The rhythmic, surging sound of drums echoed. Over ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers shouted in unison, "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall stand; the year is Jiazi, the world shall be blessed," chasing the fleeing Han soldiers with fanatical expressions.

Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, the Han commander sighed heavily and decisively fled into the darkening night with a few dozen personal guards.

Just as he was watching intently, a blur passed before Huang Tian's eyes, and his vision returned to his apartment.

"The battlefield is truly cruel; every strike draws blood and flesh."

After calming his emotions slightly, Huang Tian sighed and checked the time: 2:00 AM.

Usually, he would be fast asleep by this hour, but now he felt exceptionally energetic, with no hint of sleepiness.

"Then I shall stay up and cultivate! I must strive to break through as soon as possible to see what the other world is truly like, how it differs from the Blue Star, and what I might gain from it..."

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

During these five days, Huang Tian was able to steadily receive the "signal" from the Late Han Dynasty World every day.

This was a completely different situation from the Thick Earth Sect world; so far, he had only heard a sound from the Thick Earth Sect world once, whereas the Late Han Dynasty World could be heard every single day.

Notably, Huang Tian discovered that the flow of time in the Late Han Dynasty World differed greatly from that of the Blue Star—roughly one day on the Blue Star was thirty days in the Late Han Dynasty World.

In just five days, Zhang Jiao had gone from the initial uprising that swept the world like a tide, to being defeated repeatedly by Lu Zhi, retreating from Ye City to Guangzong, his spirit broken and confined to a sickbed.

The stark contrast made one sigh, "When the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength; when luck fades, even a hero is powerless."

The Great Han, after all, was not yet destined to fall.

The vast and mighty Yellow Turbans Uprising was merely a heavy kick against a dilapidated house; the structure of the Great Han was teetering on the brink of collapse, yet it remained standing nonetheless.

Huang Tian shook his head and continued his daily cultivation.

His progress over these past five days had been rapid, and he had already touched the threshold of the second level of Qi Refining, needing only a small opportunity to break through.

Lost in a state of self-forgetfulness, time quickly slipped by until seven in the evening. Huang Tian snapped out of his meditation and was just about to head downstairs to Shihui Restaurant for dinner when the long-absent, weathered voice of Mo Qiu suddenly echoed in his ears.

"...Today is once again the day for the lecture. During the last small gathering, I explained in detail the key points of the early stage of Qi Refining for the Yellow Heaven Mountain-Suppressing Spirit Scripture. Today, I will explain the cultivation essentials for the fourth to sixth levels of Qi Refining. Listen closely."

"Yes!" a synchronized response rang out.

Huang Tian felt a surge of energy. He quickly retrieved paper and pen from his drawer, then attempted to "look" along the trajectory of Mo Qiu's voice.

Whoosh~

An image appeared before him:

A middle-aged cultivator dressed in blue Daoist robes with a sallow complexion sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his expression solemn.

Opposite him sat dozens of excited youths in gray Daoist robes, each pulling out blank jade slips, preparing to record the content of the middle-aged cultivator's lecture.

This scene was no different from a class at a school on Blue Star.