Zhang Jue's assault on Great Han's Mandate of Heaven naturally could not escape Ji Zhao's notice.
Within the Void Heavenly Realm.
Beneath the boundless Peach Grove, brilliant petals shone ceaselessly, countless blossoms wreathed in mist concealing two sleeping figures.
Their eyes snapped open.
The petals scattered in an instant, then swirled around the two of them, settling upon their bodies as crowns and flowing robes, brocade garments and splendid attire.
Ji Zhao and Ji Lingjun awoke almost simultaneously!
Ji Lingjun was utterly shocked. "A mortal is actually trying to shake the Mandate of Heaven through his strength alone!" she said incredulously.
An egg striking a stone!
Those were the words that instantly appeared in both their minds.
Zhang Jue had indeed mastered some Daoist arts.
But those were arts, not laws; arts, not the Dao!
Zhang Jue was indeed an exceptional man. Such people were exceedingly rare, and he had even sensed Heaven through his mortal body.
But what a pity.
He had no power!
In this world, Ji Zhao alone possessed a unique law!
That was an immutable iron rule.
His essence, energy, and spirit, his fate-even if they burned fiercely, even if he faced only Great Han's Mandate of Heaven as it sank like the sun behind the western mountains-were no more than a mantis raising its arms against a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree!
Unless he could harness the great tide of All Under Heaven and carry the endless hearts of the people with him, perhaps then he could accomplish it.
In truth, after awakening this time, what puzzled Ji Zhao most was why Zhang Jue had appeared at this moment.
Back during Zhou State's thousand years, before Qin-Han, he had reached an agreement with the Way of Heaven that Qin-Han's Mandate of Heaven