The great tide of All Under Heaven surged vast and mighty.
Momentum was never something vague and intangible. It was something that truly existed.
Across All Under Heaven, there were so many fortified cities capable of holding firm, so many lands that should never have been lost by any reckoning, yet in the end they opened their gates and surrendered, even changing masters outright.
Once a Son of Heaven favored by Heaven unified the North, the south would always submit at the mere arrival of a proclamation. In truth, the south was thick with waterways and filled with mountains and rivers, with countless cities easy to defend and hard to attack. It was difficult to conquer.
This was what was called the grand tide. The turning of people's hearts was the grand tide.
Every victory Zhang Jue won accumulated momentum. There was only so much momentum between Heaven and earth; as one rose, the other fell, and the Han Court's momentum as sovereign of All Under Heaven naturally weakened little by little.
Three hundred years of legitimacy had naturally brought the Han Court an inexhaustible store of momentum, but the surging Taiping Army was no longer the righteous army of old that could be ignored at any time. It was now a rising power capable of toppling the Han Court.
The two sides slaughtered one another on the battlefield, and the Han Court's forces had not fallen behind, yet some of the Feudal Lords who had come to rally to the emperor felt something deeply ominous.
The Han Army's fighting spirit was sinking lower and lower, like the sun setting at dusk, while the Taiping Army was like a blazing sun slowly rising.
Most frightening of all, Zhang Jue was still standing within his formation. He had yet to strike