The video takes us to ancient times; Li Er transforms into the Tongtian Emperor of Shu Han.

What on earth does he want to do?

no one knows.

The scene in the sky had already reached the point of retreating to Guangzong.

When Lu Zhi was falsely accused and escorted back to the capital, and his position was taken over by Dong Zhuo, everyone knew it.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion is nearing its end.

Knowing the final outcome, Zhang Jiao not only made no changes, but also made many foolish decisions, making the situation even worse.

The eight thousand elite soldiers raised by the entire Yellow Turban Rebellion were of no use and instead dragged down the combat power of the others.

After Dong Zhuo succeeded Lu Zhi, the Yellow Turban Army won several rare victories.

But no one rejoiced over these victories.

Because everything is proceeding according to the immortal's prophecy, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the end is just around the corner!

As Huangfu Song approached, Zhang Jiao's health completely collapsed.

He can only walk with the help of others.

The live chat was already filled with insults and abuse directed at him.

Even if the chances are slim, as long as we learn from the lessons of the celestial scene and make good use of Xiang Yu's power, we can succeed.

At the very least, the Yellow Turbans shouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat!

However, precisely because of Zhang Jiao's obstinacy, the Yellow Turban Army has reached this point, just like in the previous scene.

Zhang Jiao couldn't see the insults and disdain directed at him in the live chat.

Even if they see it, they'll probably just laugh it off.

He doesn't care.

Having reached this point, he no longer cares about anything except for world peace and lasting prosperity.

On this day, Huangfu Song sent men to challenge them, and with the help of his personal guards, Zhang Jiao arrived at the top of the city wall.

"Zishun".

"I'm dying."

He said the same words that had appeared in the sky earlier.

Zhang Liang was trembling all over, and his eyes were already red.

"Brother, why, why?"

Why are you unwilling to make even the slightest change?

"If only we had joined forces with the Overlord from the beginning, perhaps we wouldn't have ended up like this."

Seeing his anxious look, Zhang Jiao just smiled.

"Go and invite Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, here. I have something to say to him."

When Xiang Yu retreated from Julu to Guangzong, Zhang Jiao repeatedly sent people to invite him, and only then did Xiang Yu come along.

But if we've already reached the end of the road, would he really still be willing to take on this mess?

"Go, tell him that I am about to die and that I want to say a few words to him before I die. I hope the Overlord will give me this opportunity."

With each word he spoke, Zhang Jiao's face grew paler.

Zhang Liang also knew medicine, and he could tell that his brother was truly on his deathbed.

"I understand. If he doesn't want to come, I'll kneel down and beg him to come!"

He turned and ran down the city wall.

After staring at his back for a while, Zhang Jiao turned around and looked down at the city.

Huangfu Song was leading the imperial army in a challenge.

He had once sent Zhang Liang with men to test the other party's strength.

Logically speaking, given the current state of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, even with repeated defeats, the soldiers' fighting strength should have improved considerably.

However, despite outnumbering Huangfu Song's army, they still suffered a crushing defeat.

This was a crushing defeat unlike anything seen in the Heavenly Screen footage, and it could be said that this action further hastened the demise of the Yellow Turbans.

Now, there is widespread discontent in the army, and the saying that the imperial court is protected by good fortune and is invincible is gradually spreading.

But in Zhang Jiao's eyes, this was not a formidable enemy, but a whetstone.

Unfortunately, he probably won't be able to see how well this knife can be sharpened.

A moment later, Xiang Yu was dragged and pulled over by Zhang Liang.

Even if Zhang Liang hadn't done that, Xiang Yu would have come anyway.

He was also very curious about what Zhang Jiao wanted to do.

He doesn't believe that knowing the outcome doesn't lead to anything change.

At least Zhang Jiao shouldn't be such a fool.

"This humble Taoist priest, Zhang Jiao, pays his respects to the Overlord."

Upon seeing Xiang Yu, Zhang Jiao struggled to get his men to release him and bowed deeply.

Just like when they first met.

"Let's skip the formalities. Just say what you need to say. You don't have much time left."

"Just like the Yellow Turbans, their time is running out."

A hint of regret flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes, but his tone remained completely calm.

"Yes, I don't have much time left."

"Fortunately, that's enough, Overlord. I ask you to swear an oath that you will treat them well, treat all the people of the world well, do your best to ensure that every family has surplus food, every household is safe and well, and that the world is at peace!"

"Is it possible?"

Ok?

Xiang Yu couldn't help but frown.

Why should I agree to your request?

"For them."

Zhang Jiao slowly turned around.

Behind him were countless believers with a death wish in their eyes.

Those whose convictions were not firm enough surrendered to the court long ago after repeated defeats.

Those who remain today are loyal and devoted, willing to give everything for the sake of peace!

"Them? You're willing to hand them over to me now?"

Xiang Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"Not now, but from the very beginning."

Zhang Jiao's words were quite meaningful.

"Your Majesty, even though I am not familiar with military strategy, I know that there can only be one voice in the army."

"If the Yellow Turban Army had been handed over to you back then, could you really have made them all obedient?"

Can?

Xiang Yu was stunned.

At that time, the imperial army to quell the rebellion had not yet arrived, and the Yellow Turban army had just captured eight prefectures without lifting a finger.

They were absolutely arrogant back then.

Even if they saw the scene on the sky and their own fate, they would only think it was their own carelessness and that if they could do it again, they would definitely not fail!

Furthermore, the Yellow Turban Army's faith was in Zhang Jiao!

Even if Zhang Jiao had handed the Yellow Turban Army over to him back then, how many of them would have been willing to obey him?

He suddenly became less willing to make any guarantees about this.

"From this day forward, throughout the entire Yellow Turban Rebellion, only your voice will remain, Your Majesty."

"The Yellow Turbans have suffered repeated defeats, and their morale has plummeted to its lowest point. They will either collapse completely or their fortunes will turn around."

"This is the best opportunity I have prepared for you."

"Lead them to defeat Huangfu Song, and you will be the people's heart!"

Xiang Yu was completely stunned.

If that's the case, then Zhang Jiao was planning this from the very beginning?

"Is this bargaining chip heavy enough? Is it enough to make you, Overlord, agree to make this Taoist priest's vow?"

enough!

Xiang Yu nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Jiao selected truly usable soldiers in his own way!

Those elite troops were also well protected by Zhang Liang, and there are still more than 6,000 men with full combat strength.

"I will use my death to pave the way for you, Overlord."

"I only ask that the overlord take a look at that peaceful and prosperous world for me."

Zhang Jiao dragged his dying body toward the high platform that had been erected on the city wall long ago.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand!"

At this moment, his face regained some color, and his voice became stronger.

The next moment, a unified cheer came from below.

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

Good luck to the world!

This was what he had sought all his life!

"With my profound cultivation, I will forcefully sever the destiny of the Han Dynasty!"

"I, Zhang Jiao, offer myself to the great Han, to die for you!"

As his words fell, a faint rumble of thunder sounded from the horizon, remarkably like a dragon's roar!

From this day forward, the Yellow Turbans will no longer have a Heavenly General, but only the Hegemon-King of Western Chu!