Chapter 68: The Blue Heaven Departs, the Han Mandate Collapses

Liu Hong held the Son of Heaven Sword in his right hand and the Son of Heaven Imperial Seal in his left.

No matter what.

He, Liu Hong, was the emperor of this Han Empire, the master of the Thirteen Provinces of the Han.

Zhang Jiao and the Yellow Turban Army were merely a group of rebellious thieves.

A group of rebellious thieves—could they really defy the heavenly mandate?

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, and wherever the rivers flow, all is Han territory."

Liu Hong let out a long roar.

The Son of Heaven Sword and the Son of Heaven Imperial Seal surged with golden light, and the Qi Luck of the Thirteen Provinces of the Han gathered together.

As long as he, Liu Hong, remained, these Thirteen Provinces of the Han would remain, and the Great Han would remain.

Above the Imperial Capital, the four hundred years of National Fortune of the Han Empire condensed.

Four hundred years of National Fortune converged into a National Fortune Golden Dragon.

Nations usually perish due to weakness; only the Han perished due to strength.

This was the National Fortune the Great Han had accumulated over four hundred years, the foundation of the Great Han's four centuries.

Since the Han Gaozu Liu Bang rose in rebellion after slaying the white snake, the Han Empire had ruled the world for four hundred years.

Emperor Wu of Han struck the Xiongnu in the north, the two walls of the empire shone brilliantly, and the empire entered its peak.

By the time of Emperor Yuan of Han, the power of maternal relatives and eunuchs rose, and imperial power fell into other hands.

Wang Mang of the New Dynasty, as a maternal relative, usurped the authority of the imperial dynasty.

But soon, the Guangwu Emperor Liu Xiu emerged, aided by Heaven, to rebuild the Great Han.

Until now, the Great Han had ruled the world for four hundred years.

Even later, when the Great Han declined and entered the chaotic era of the Three Kingdoms.

Every Marquis could directly crush the foreign tribes.

Lv Bu, known as the servant of three surnames, became famous for attacking foreign tribes.

After the Battle of Guandu, Cao Cao and Yuan Shao could still find time to launch a northern expedition against the Wuhuan, recover the Western Regions, and establish the Western Regions Protectorate.

Among the Three Kingdoms, even Gongsun Zan, who did not have a great reputation, made the foreign tribes wail.

This was the Great Han, the powerful Han Empire.

The four hundred years of National Fortune of the Great Han transformed into a National Fortune Golden Dragon above Luoyang City.

Liu Hong walked out from the imperial palace, and his words spread throughout the entire Luoyang City.

"Those who offend our Great Han shall be punished, no matter how far away they are."

Above Luoyang City, the Great Han's National Fortune Golden Dragon roared toward the sky.

The National Fortune Golden Dragon protected every part of Luoyang City.

All the residents in Luoyang City shouted excitedly.

"Great Han! Great Han!"

This was their Great Han, this was their empire.

Under the influence of the four hundred years of Great Han National Fortune, morale was re-condensed in Luoyang City.

And under the National Fortune, the soldiers' combat effectiveness received an unprecedented boost.

Liu Hong walked onto the Luoyang City wall and looked at the Daoist below the wall.

It was this Daoist who had shaken the Thirteen Provinces of the Han.

Controlling the land of three provinces, attacking Sili, approaching the Imperial Capital, threatening the Great Han, and shaking the world.

If it were before, Liu Hong would never have imagined it.

That a Demon Daoist with a group of mud-legged peasants could accomplish anything, but the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Forced this emperor of the Great Han to put away the contempt in his heart.

And Zhang Jiao was also looking at Liu Hong, this supreme ruler of the Han Empire.

Liu Hong looked down at Zhang Jiao and said coldly, "Demon Daoist Zhang Jiao, I advise you to surrender quickly. You have colluded to cause war and created massacres; your crimes deserve death."

Zhang Jiao looked at this supreme ruler of the Great Han, looking at the four-hundred-year National Fortune Golden Dragon of the Great Han above Luoyang City.

The Great Han had been peaceful for four hundred years, and its four-hundred-year foundation was unfathomable.

However, even with a four-hundred-year foundation, the internal power of that National Fortune Golden Dragon had long since rotted.

The light on the surface could not hide the fact that this empire was already heading toward decline.

"Hahaha! You people who feed on the people's fat and scrape the people's marrow deserve to die by lightning tribulation!"

Zhang Jiao laughed loudly and said, "Liu Hong, the Blue Heaven is falling apart, the Han mandate is collapsing; watch as my Yellow Heaven Prosperous Age descends."

Books only record the affairs of nobles; history does not record the names of those in the Human Realm.

In the past, this world was the world of the powerful, the world of the great clans.

But from now on, this world is the world of the commoners, the world of the masses.

Zhang Jiao looked at the Yellow Turban Army behind him and gave the order.

"Gentlemen, forging swords in the thunder pool, the sharp blades are ready; the destruction of the Flame Han lies in this moment."

"Destroy the Flame Han, it all lies in this moment! Charge!"

Hundreds of thousands of the Yellow Turban Army charged toward Luoyang City, launching the final siege.

As long as they broke through Luoyang City, they could destroy the Great Han and truly create a nation of their own.

Under the blessing of Zhang Jiao's Taiping Daoist Arts, the Yellow Turban Army had high morale and fought without fear of death, one after another rushing onto Luoyang City.

Seeing this scene, Liu Hong's face turned pale.

There were not many troops left in Luoyang City; the imperial court's elite had long been buried in that battle.

Looking at the vast and mighty Yellow Turban Army, the confidence that had just risen in Liu Hong's heart was instantly shattered.

Even though the Great Han has four hundred years of National Fortune, can it hold out against such a mob of Yellow Turban rebels?

Can the armies of the world coming to the aid of the sovereign arrive in time to save the Han Empire?

Liu Hong does not know, but what he does know is this.

He is the current master of the Han Empire, and he will absolutely not be a ruler who loses his country.

Suppressing the terror in his heart, Liu Hong shouted angrily, "All soldiers, the time to execute the treacherous rebels is now; our reinforcements will arrive immediately."

Liu Hong held the Son of Heaven Sword, making no other move.

Merely standing there caused the soldiers atop Luoyang City to erupt with unprecedented morale.

It is not because he is Liu Hong, but because he is the Emperor of the Great Han, the master of the Thirteen Provinces of the world.

"How could we dare not die for His Majesty!"

"To serve the country with one's life, the time is today, kill!"

The soldiers atop Luoyang City also erupted with a fearless morale, fighting the Yellow Turban Army with their lives.

Above Luoyang City, the National Fortune Golden Dragon was incessantly exhaling and inhaling the four hundred years of National Fortune of the Great Han.

With every breath, the wounds of those soldiers who were originally severely injured recovered.

They charged toward the Yellow Turban Army once again, fearless of death.

This is the four hundred years of National Fortune of the Great Han, its four hundred years of foundation.

Seeing this scene, Liu Hong's confidence greatly increased, and he coldly rebuked, "Zhang Jiao, you rebellious traitor, how could you know the foundation of my Great Han's four hundred years?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the National Fortune Golden Dragon above Luoyang City; this was the National Fortune gathered from the Great Han ruling the world for four hundred years.

Or rather, this is the final Qi Luck of the Great Han.

Liu Hong gathered the final Qi Luck of the Great Han to make a last stand.

He even took the lead, personally appearing on the battlefield.

For the defenders of Luoyang City, there was no need for Liu Hong to kill the enemy himself.

Just by standing there, he gave them immense courage.

Even Zhang Jiao had to admit that perhaps he had, after all, somewhat underestimated this monarch of the Han Empire.

Regardless, the bloodline of the Liu family flows through Liu Hong.

At this final juncture, this emperor who had always lived a life of dissipation still stood up.

Zhang Jiao shook his head and said softly, "The Great Han's four hundred years of foundation? The Great Han indeed has four hundred years of foundation, but this four hundred years of foundation has long been squandered by you! The Great Han is no longer the Great Han of the past!"

"Look at this world! Look at the common people of this world! This future world does not belong to one family or one surname, but to the commoners."

(End of this chapter)