My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 7 Old Acquaintance Mo Qiu

Huang Tian felt a slight stirring in his heart and tried to use his mind to touch the voice from the world at the end of the Han Dynasty.

In a daze, a sliver of his consciousness seemed to fly out of his body, about to cross the boundaries of time and space, and fall into the world of the late Han Dynasty along the sound.

But the next moment.

Huang Tian felt himself being blocked by a crystal-like 'barrier'. His consciousness collided with the barrier, cracking several crystals, but also making him slightly dizzy and causing a sense of disorientation.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, and then gently massaged his temples. After a moment, he finally felt better.

"It seems like it's possible to travel to another world, but I can't cross that spacetime barrier yet..."

Huang Tian pondered, "That's not right either. If I recklessly use my consciousness to ram the barrier, I might be able to break through it. After all, I just broke through several sizable cracks."

But there's no rush.

The strength of my consciousness should be related to my cultivation level. I can't break through the first level of Qi Refining in one go, but the second or third level might be possible. There's no need for me to risk breaking through the boundary by force.

"Keep practicing and wait for the right opportunity."

Huang Tian temporarily abandoned his idea of ​​traveling to the world at the end of the Han Dynasty and instead began to study the scenes on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the Yellow Turban Army numbered over ten thousand, giving them a numerical advantage, but their weaponry was incomplete, and many of them were old or weak.

The Han army was relatively small, with only a little over a thousand men. Although they were well-equipped with spears, swords, crossbows, and armor, they did not seem to be a regular army. They appeared somewhat timid in the face of the fearless Yellow Turban army.

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

On a small earthen slope, hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers heavily guarded an old man dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe. He held a nine-section staff, his face was dark, and his eyes were slightly cloudy. Behind him was a large banner inscribed with "General of Heaven" and a secondary banner with the words "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise."

"General Tiangong, is this Zhang Jiao?"

Huang Tian had some knowledge of the history of the late Han Dynasty. At least he knew that Zhang Jiao once called himself General of Heaven, and that Zhang Jiao's two younger brothers, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, were respectively called General of Earth and General of Man.

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and searched for the entire process of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out in thirty-six regions, causing turmoil in seven provinces. Emperor Liu Hong of Han lifted the ban on the party, and generals such as Lu Zhi led an expedition to suppress the Yellow Turbans. Zhang Jiao was besieged by Lu Zhi in Guangzong until his death from illness. Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao were both executed..."

After quickly reviewing the course of history, Huang Tian turned his attention back to the world at the end of the Han Dynasty.

"It seems that Zhang Jiao has just started his rebellion and does not have many Yellow Turban soldiers under his command. The Han court has not yet had time to mobilize troops, so the troops fighting against the Yellow Turbans should be troops from various prefectures and kingdoms."

Huang Tian quickly came to this conclusion.

"In other words, the world at the end of the Han Dynasty on the other side was roughly in late February or early March, or at the latest in May, because by June Lu Zhi had already led his army to defeat Zhang Jiao and besiege him in Guangzong."

Huang Tian silently calculated the time, then focused intently on the battle between the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army.

In the late Han Dynasty world, as dusk fell and darkness descended, both the Yellow Turban rebels and the Han soldiers, who had fought for a long time, were exhausted.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao waved his banner, shouts rang out, followed by the thunderous sound of hooves, and a Yellow Turban cavalry force of over a hundred men joined the battle from the side.

"Bengbeng~"

Hundreds of arrows were hurled by the Yellow Turban cavalry, killing only a few men at the very front of the Han army's left flank. However, the sight of a hundred riders charging through the enemy ranks terrified the exhausted Han soldiers, who felt their hands and feet go cold.

The Yellow Turban cavalrymen, with cold expressions, picked up their spears and lances and charged into the already loose formation of the Han army like a bulldozer. The spears, with their surging power, pierced the chests of the Han soldiers, lifting or smashing them away.

In the blink of an eye, the Yellow Turban cavalry had broken through the Han army's front line. Hundreds of Han soldiers fled in terror, and the cavalrymen, seeing this, drove them toward other lines, trying to completely disrupt the Han army's formation.

Only then did the Han army commander manage to issue an order to send out a force of over a hundred fresh troops that had remained unused to provide support. However, his actions were a step too slow. Under the onslaught of the fleeing soldiers, the Han army was completely out of control, and the flat plains were filled with soldiers fleeing in terror. "Beat the drums! All troops, advance!" Zhang Jiao tightened his grip on his nine-section staff and shouted the order.

dong dong dong-

As the resounding drumbeats rang out, over ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers chanted in unison, "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise! In the year of Jiazi, great fortune will come to the world!" Their faces filled with fervor as they chased after the fleeing Han army.

Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, the Han army commander sighed heavily and decisively led dozens of his personal guards to flee under the increasingly dark sky.

Just as Huang Tian was engrossed in watching, his vision blurred, and his gaze returned to the apartment.

"The battlefield is indeed cruel; every blow draws blood and flesh."

After calming himself down a bit, Huang Tian sighed and glanced at the time: 2 a.m.

He would normally be fast asleep by this time, but now he was full of energy and not sleepy at all.

"Then I'll stay up all night cultivating immortality! I'll strive to break through as soon as possible, see what the other world is like, how it differs from Earth, and what I can gain from it..."

……

……

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

For the past five days, Huang Tian has been able to reliably receive "signals" from the world at the end of the Han Dynasty.

This is completely different from the world of the Thick Earth Sect. So far, he has only heard a voice from the Thick Earth Sect once, while in the world of the late Han Dynasty, he can hear it every day.

It is worth noting that Huang Tian discovered that the time flow in the world at the end of the Han Dynasty was very different from that on Earth. One day on Earth was roughly equivalent to thirty days at the end of the Han Dynasty.

In just five days, Zhang Jiao went from launching a rebellion that swept across the land like a tidal wave to being repeatedly defeated by Lu Zhi, moving from Ye City to Guangzong, where he was mentally and physically exhausted and confined to his sickbed.

The stark contrast makes one sigh, "When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when luck turns, even heroes are powerless."

The Han Dynasty was not yet doomed.

The mighty Yellow Turban Rebellion was merely a heavy kick to a dilapidated house; the Han Dynasty was teetering on the brink of collapse, but that was all.

Huang Tian shook his head and continued his cultivation for the day.

He has made rapid progress in the past five days, and has already reached the edge of the second level of Qi Refining. He only needs a small opportunity to break through.

Lost in his own world, Huang Tian quickly came to seven o'clock in the evening. He was about to go downstairs to "Shihui Restaurant" for dinner when he suddenly heard Mo Qiu's long-lost, weathered voice.

"...Today is another day for preaching the Dharma. At the last Dharma preaching session, I explained in detail the key points of the early stage of Qi cultivation in the 'Huangtian Zhenyue Lingjing'. Today, I will explain the key points of cultivation from the fourth to the sixth level of Qi cultivation. Listen attentively."

"Yes!" came the unanimous reply.

Huang Tian perked up and quickly took out paper and pen from the drawer, then tried to "see" in the direction of Mo Qiu's voice.

Hurry~
A scene appeared before him:

A middle-aged cultivator, dressed in a blue Taoist robe and with a sallow complexion, sat cross-legged on a futon, his expression solemn.

Opposite him sat dozens of excited young men dressed in gray Taoist robes, each taking out a blank jade slip to record the middle-aged cultivator's lecture.

This scene is no different from attending a class at a school on Earth.

(End of this chapter)