Chapter 70: The Son of Heaven Has the Son of Heaven's Way of Dying; How Can One Suffer the Blade and Axe?

For four hundred years, the Great Han has been like the scorching sun in the sky, illuminating every subject of the Nine Provinces and guiding their direction.

But now, the Great Han is actually about to perish.

Does the Great Han still have a future?

Do they still have a future?

Confusion appeared in the hearts of countless people; with the Great Han perished, have they become people of a fallen state?

Four hundred years of Qi Luck have all been severed.

Who can save the Great Han?

Who will come to restore the Han house?

And above Luoyang City, Liu Hong saw this scene and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

His body was already at the point of exhaustion, his life nearing its end.

And now, having encountered the Yellow Turban rebellion, Liu Hong was only able to persist until now because he was holding onto a single breath.

Now, seeing the various ancestors of the Great Han descend, they still could not protect the Great Han.

Instead, the Great Han's four-hundred-year National Fortune Golden Dragon was severed and scattered, and the final foundation of the Great Han dissipated.

This Emperor of the Great Han, in the end, could not hold onto that breath and spat out a mouthful of blood directly.

Liu Hong's body swayed as if about to fall, and the eunuchs around him, seeing this, could not help but support him with worry.

"Your Majesty, our Great Han will absolutely not perish. As long as the Great Han's loyalist armies arrive, these rebels will be suppressed. Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body."

Liu Hong, however, shook his head and said, "It is useless, it is useless."

The Great Han's four hundred years of National Fortune, its final foundation, has already scattered.

Even if the loyalist armies of the world defeat the Yellow Turban Army, the Han Empire is ultimately destined to perish.

He never thought that he, Liu Hong, would become the fallen monarch of the Great Han.

Liu Hong said to the eunuchs beside him, "Help Me up."

He walked back into the imperial palace with firm steps.

The Son of Heaven has the Son of Heaven's way of dying; how can one suffer the blade and axe?

Liu Hong smoothed out his dragon robe again and walked into the imperial palace.

Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong, and these Ten Attendants eunuchs grabbed Liu Hong and advised, "Your Majesty, let us flee. We must escape Luoyang and wait for the world's loyalist armies to arrive; this rebellion can naturally be quelled."

"That is right, Your Majesty. Now that the Yellow Turbans are powerful, it is better to leave Luoyang City immediately."

"Flee? Where would I flee to?"

This Emperor, who had always lived in a drunken stupor, said with a sense of listlessness, "You may go. I am the Son of Heaven of this Great Han; I have nowhere left to flee."

Liu Hong was, after all, of the bloodline of the old Liu family, and the proud bones of the old Liu family flowed in his marrow.

Even though he was already a fallen monarch, the pride in his bones had never disappeared.

He smiled miserably and said, "That things have reached this point is not My sin, but the sin of Heaven. As long as I am the Emperor of the Great Han for one day, I am the Emperor of the Great Han for a lifetime."

This Emperor of the Great Han resolutely held the Son of Heaven Sword and cut his own throat to die.

He was the Emperor of the Great Han; he was the fallen monarch of the Great Han.

Even so, he wanted to preserve the final shred of dignity for the Great Han.

And above the walls of Luoyang City, the Great Han's four hundred years of National Fortune was severed, and the Yellow Turban Army fought even more fiercely.

Replacing it was the collapse of the morale of the Luoyang City garrison.

The Great Han's four hundred years of National Fortune had been severed by Zhang Jiao, and the Emperor was gone.

Could this Luoyang City still block Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban Army?

Precisely because of this, the Yellow Turban Army was as imposing as a rainbow and had already invaded Luoyang City.

Zhang Jiao coughed lightly, and blood also coughed out from the corner of his mouth.

This was the backlash from the Great Han's four hundred years of National Fortune.

Fortunately, he had joined the Heavens Chat Group and could exchange for some spiritual items from the Heavens Mall, so the backlash of National Fortune could be ignored.

And just at this moment, a powerful pressure descended upon Luoyang City.

Three old men with the air of immortals appeared above Luoyang City.

They waved their sleeves, and the entire battlefield entered a state of stagnation and freezing.

Zhang Jiao looked at these three, his eyes carrying a dangerous light, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Master, Yu Ji, Zuo Ci."

These three were precisely the Nanhua Old Immortal, Yu Ji, and Zuo Ci, known as the Three Immortals of the late Han.

And Zhang Jiao's master was the Nanhua Old Immortal, who had gifted Zhang Jiao the three volumes of the Taiping Essential Arts.

Since then, relying on the three volumes of the Taiping Essential Arts, Zhang Jiao created the Taiping Sect.

Zhang Jiao was somewhat shocked by the appearance of the Nanhua Old Immortal here.

An incredible speculation suddenly appeared in his heart.

However, very quickly, Zhang Jiao's face regained its composure.

The Yellow Heaven Prosperous Age was about to descend; on this path, no matter who blocked him, they were an enemy.

Zhang Jiao walked out, looked at the Nanhua Old Immortal, bowed, and said, "Zhang Jiao greets Master. Master, this disciple has already severed the Great Han's four hundred years of National Fortune; the destruction of the Flaming Han is at this very moment. Master, the Yellow Heaven Prosperous Age is about to arrive."

Back when Zhang Jiao was confused, it was the Nanhua Old Immortal who had stirred his heart.

In the end, Zhang Jiao embarked on this path.

The Nanhua Old Immortal, at this time, said with a complex expression, "Stop, Zhang Jiao."

In the deductions of the Nanhua Old Immortal and the others, Zhang Jiao was the person responsible for shaking the rule of the Great Han and opening the chaotic era of the Three Kingdoms.

Zhang Jiao's role was to serve as a stepping stone; Zhang Jiao was absolutely not some person of destiny.

But who could have imagined that Zhang Jiao would actually reach this point?

Zhang Jiao actually possesses the momentum to directly destroy the Great Han.

In the plans of the Old Immortal Nanhua, the life of this Zhang Jiao should have already come to an end by this time.

When he originally taught Zhang Jiao the Daoist Arts, he had left behind a hidden trap.

Sooner or later, the hidden injuries on Zhang Jiao's body would erupt; in short, according to his arrangements, it was absolutely impossible for Zhang Jiao to overthrow the Han Empire.

Who would have thought that Zhang Jiao would reach this point today?

This Disciple he had found at random was originally just a chosen chess piece, possessing the Yellow Heaven Destiny.

Although not the True Dragon Son of Heaven, he could serve as a stepping stone for the True Dragon Son of Heaven, clearing away obstacles for the True Dragon Son of Heaven.

Zhang Jiao looked at the Immortal Nanhua, suppressing a kind of rage and killing intent as he said, "Why? I, Zhang Jiao, have united tens of thousands, leading the followers of the Way of Peace sect, and finally shaken the century-old Flaming Han? I am about to succeed; why should I, this poor Taoist priest, stop?"

Stop?

This is not only an insult to Zhang Jiao, but also an insult to the Yellow Turban Army who followed him through battles north and south.

It is a disregard for the millions upon millions of common people in this world!

The Old Immortal Nanhua restrained the complexity in his heart and spoke, "This is Fate, this is the great trend; you are not the person of destiny and cannot defy Fate. The time for the Great Han to perish has not yet come; Zhang Jiao, withdraw."

The Old Immortal Nanhua prided himself on still having some affection for this Disciple, Zhang Jiao.

Therefore, seeing that this Disciple had not yet perished and dissipated, having broken free from Fate, he did not strike directly, giving him a chance to survive.

Hearing the words of the Old Immortal Nanhua, Zhang Jiao could not help but laugh out loud.

As he laughed, tears flowed out.

This Daoist, who had always been resilient, had a face full of mockery within his desolate smile at this moment.

This seemed to be a mockery of Fate, a mockery of himself, and also a mockery of the Old Immortal Nanhua.

It was the Old Immortal Nanhua who guided him onto the path of saving the world and the people, but now he tells him that all of this was just a conspiracy.

Heh?

Zhang Jiao does not accept it.

Even if the one standing before him is the Old Immortal Nanhua, his former master, it will not do!

(End of this chapter)