Chapter 360: Chapter 29: 1 Call of ’Uncle Zhong’ Shocks the World, Old Yan’s Social Death, and Delivering Profound Yellow

The vast Profound Black Dragon Banner had reached the mountain.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The Black Armored Soldiers, forming a column like a long dragon, marched in perfect unison. As their feet rose and fell together, the resulting resonance sounded like the thunderous beat of heavy drums, enough to shake heaven and earth!

The sky was wreathed in clouds and mist, filled with unending Qingyun and auspicious omens. The Human Dao Fortune formed a canopy that covered the sky and sun for a hundred thousand li!

Lu Xuan gazed at the Human Dao Fortune in the Celestial Vault, a gratified smile gracing his lips.

’Of the ten thousand parts of the Human Dao Trend, twelve hundred are with me, while three thousand have gathered around Xiaozheng... Three thousand parts!’

’That’s ten times more than the Celestial Son of Zhou had, enough to rival the entire Zhou Dynasty at its absolute peak!’

"Good, very good..." Lu Xuan murmured with feeling.

"What was that?" Wang Zhiyao, standing beside him, glanced over in confusion. She then asked, "Is that His Majesty the First Emperor inside the Emperor Chariot?"

As she spoke, Wang Zhiyao, Zhang Jifeng, Liu Bang, and Yan Huang couldn’t help but step forward. They stood at the edge of the mountain path, mesmerized as they watched the grand army slowly ascending from below.

The scene was too stunning, too magnificent. One hundred thousand Black Armored soldiers marched in unison, while the leading Emperor Chariot and its accompanying carriages were wreathed in auspicious omens and Qingyun.

Strange phenomena filled the sky. The great canopy of fortune churned, and with its every rise and fall, thunder rumbled!

Someone who had also traveled a great distance to witness the Divine Enthronement on Taishan approached. He was a powerfully built man whose vital energy was exceedingly heavy, surging and immense.

The burly man took a deep breath and said softly:

"A true man should be just like this."

"Indeed." Liu Bang, standing beside him, nodded blankly. He stared at the approaching Emperor Chariot, his heart pounding.

"To sweep the six directions, pacify the eight wastes, and unite the world... *That* is what makes a true man!"

Yan Huang, Zhang Jifeng, and Wang Zhiyao all nodded in agreement. The three of them were deeply moved, especially Yan Huang.

He had seen the majesty of the Starry Great Wall and understood the weight carried by the title ’First Emperor.’

And now, to have the chance to see the creator of the Great Wall that had protected the Ancestor Star for millennia, to witness the one and only eternal emperor who stood at the most conspicuous place in all of history—his heart surged with powerful emotions!

Beside them, Liu Bang swallowed hard, his eyes shining. He then turned to look at the powerfully built man.

"May I ask for your esteemed name, brother?"

"Xiang Ji, courtesy name Yu."

"I am Liu Bang, courtesy name Ji."

The trio of Yan Huang, Zhang Jifeng, and Wang Zhiyao stared, astonished, while Liu Bang and Xiang Yu said no more, simply gazing as the Emperor Chariot drew near.

A tide of power and presence washed over them. Wang Zhiyao and Zhang Jifeng couldn’t help but lower their heads. Even Yan Huang, with his Great Grade Cultivation, bowed his head.

But in his peripheral vision, he saw that the powerfully built man beside them still held his head high. Liu Bang, who only had a Jade Tower Level Cultivation, also did not bow, his gaze remaining as intense as ever.

’As expected of the founder of the Han Dynasty, as expected of the Overlord of Western Chu,’ Yan Huang thought to himself, his head still bowed.

While the group was lost in their own surging emotions, in a patch of farmland not far behind them...

"What do you see?"

Old Nong asked softly, his gaze fixed on the approaching Emperor Chariot and the hundred thousand Black Armored soldiers.

The young man wearing the Bronze Mask replied:

"Teacher, I see the dawn of a magnificent era, I see a golden age, and I see... a great calamity."

"You have not yet entered this calamity. If you turn and leave now, you can remain untainted by its dust," said Old Nong.

Lu Xuan smiled. He didn’t answer directly, saying instead:

"Teacher, you know me."

A faint smile crossed Old Nong’s face.

"Have you thought this through? You will enter this calamity as ’Profound Yellow.’ You cannot wear the Daoist Robe and Hat, nor can you openly use the station of Human Saint. And this time, even if you face a Daluo, I will not help you again."

"I have."

Lu Xuan nodded seriously, leaning on his hoe.

"This great calamity will span ten thousand years. I will be the one playing the game, passing the torch, raising an army with Qin, and making war on the heavens with humanity."

"There is no path forward," Old Nong said softly. "As your teacher, I can tell you that I have seen the outcome. It is destined to be a crushing defeat... at least this time, it is destined to be a crushing defeat."

"I know, Teacher. But Xiaozheng is already fated to walk this path. It was I who showed it to him, so how can I avoid it?"

Lu Xuan smiled.

"Besides, you said *this time* is destined for crushing defeat... so what about next time? Or the time after that? Failure is just a way to accumulate strength. Where there’s a will, there’s a way."

After a pause, he added softly:

"Besides, the Taishang Lineage meets calamity by entering it, and never shies away from disaster... That’s what you taught me."

The smile on Old Nong’s face deepened.

"Good."

He thought for a moment, then added:

"Very good."

A smile also appeared on Lu Xuan’s face, but it was hidden by the Bronze Mask.

In a certain Daoist Palace, the Lame Daoist smiled and muttered to himself:

"He has my temperament. What does it matter if he loses?"

His gaze suddenly deepened, outlining slaughter and annihilation, manipulating the fates of All Realms.

"Very good."

Beside him, the Blind Daoist glanced sideways.

"You can even make losing sound so grand? What, are you still blaming me? Still can’t forget the God-Sealing Years? I already gave you the chess set made from those Years."

After a pause, he added:

"But you’d better pray for your own good fortune. With Xiaoxuan acting in Qin under the name Profound Yellow, a player in the game, the Supreme will find out something is wrong sooner or later."

The Lame Daoist curled his lip in disdain.

"So what? Is the Supreme really going to break my other leg? You think I’m afraid of him?"

"Could you maybe not shrink your neck when you say that?"

"Ahem, it’s just a conditioned reflex. You should know, I’m not afraid of the Supreme."

"Then do you dare say it to his face?"

"Oh. No, I don’t."

. . . . . .

Just as two certain Daoists were secretly plotting against another.

「On Taishan.」

A sea of blood arose, then converged. The Wu’an Monarch, clad in Profound Armor and a Battle Robe, descended upon a cloud and paid his respects before the Emperor Chariot.

The long dragon of one hundred thousand Black Armored soldiers halted.

A faint, majestic voice emerged from the Emperor Chariot: