Chapter 850

What he wanted was a world of long-term peace and stability.

Not a world that would immediately fall apart once the group of people who fought for the world were all dead.

"The time is almost here, it should be starting." Duan Yu turned his head to look in the direction of the city of Xiaquyang.

Woo~

The vigorous and long sound of horns rang out on the city walls on all four sides of Xiaquyang.

As the sound of the horns rang out, the noisy area outside the city of Xiaquyang immediately fell silent.

Dong dong!

Dong dong!

Dong dong dong dong!

Slow drumbeats accompanied the melodious horn sounds, ringing out over the city of Xiaquyang.

Squads of Huang Jin warriors, with yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, wearing earthy-yellow short jackets, and holding long spears in their hands, ran out from the main street extending from both sides of the mansion where Zhang Jiao lived.

Following closely behind was a light carriage.

A light carriage pulled by two horses.

The wheels of the light carriage were much larger than those of ordinary carriages.

The height of the wheels was almost the same as the carriage railings on both sides.

The carriage railings were the wooden boards on both sides of the carriage body.

If a carriage were compared to a family sedan, then a light carriage would be a convertible sports car.

It had no carriage body, and there was a canopy above.

Zhang Jiao, wearing a long yellow robe with black patterns, sat in the light carriage.

Beside him was Zhang Ning, who was supporting Zhang Jiao with one hand.

At this time, Zhang Ning was wearing a yellow Daoist robe similar to Zhang Jiao's.

On top of her hair bun were two yellow silk ribbons.

The driver of the carriage held the reins with both hands, and the horses slowly pulled the light carriage along the road from Xiaquyang to the Heaven-Worshiping Platform outside the north of the city.

Duan Yu stood on the city wall, watching the carriage getting closer and closer to him.

When they were about to leave the city and arrive outside, Zhang Jiao looked up at Duan Yu on the city wall and nodded slightly.

Zhang Ning also looked up at Duan Yu.

Duan Yu nodded slightly to the two of them in acknowledgment.

Following closely behind, the light carriage carrying Zhang Jiao slowly drove out of the north gate of Xiaquyang.

When the wheels of the light carriage rolled over the drawbridge of the moat, bursts of mountain-shaking and sea-roaring sounds came from all directions.

Although the people in the distance could not see Zhang Jiao, and could only see the canopy of the light carriage, they still shouted Zhang Jiao's name loudly.

The Huang Jin warriors standing on both sides of the road leading to the Heaven-Worshiping Platform held their long spears horizontally in a row, fearing that someone would rush out at this moment.

And the generals of the Huang Jin Army had already arrived one after another before the steps leading up to the Heaven-Worshiping Platform.

Cheng Zhiyuan, Deng Mao, Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, Pei Yuan Shao, Zhou Cang, Guan Hai, Guan Cheng, Yu Du, Zhang Baiqi, and so on...

Of course, this also included Jia Dong, Hao Zhao, Zhang Xiu, and others.

When the light carriage carrying Zhang Jiao and his daughter Zhang Ning arrived before the steps below the Heaven-Worshiping Platform, all the Huang Jin Army generals knelt on one knee one after another, shouting Zhang Jiao's name.

"We pay our respects to the Great Virtuous Teacher!"

"We pay our respects to the Great Virtuous Teacher!"

"We pay our respects to the Great Virtuous Teacher!"

Dozens of Huang Jin Army generals shouted in unison.

And the Taiping Dao believers near the Heaven-Worshiping Platform also knelt on the ground one after another following the generals' shouts, pressing their heads tightly against the ground.

Hundreds of thousands of Taiping Dao believers, as far as the eye could see, surged like a yellow wave.

Zhang Ning supported Zhang Jiao as he slowly stood up, and Jia Dong, who was under the light carriage, immediately came to the side of the carriage to support Zhang Jiao as he stepped down.

On the light carriage, Zhang Jiao looked down at Jia Dong and then slowly shook his head.

Although his face was pale, and his body under the yellow robe was already extremely weak.

Zhang Jiao still chose to get off the carriage by himself.

Jia Dong understood Zhang Jiao's meaning in an instant.

So he retreated to the side of the light carriage and bowed, saying: "Great Virtuous Teacher, the sacrifice is ready."

Zhang Jiao took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and then said to the many Huang Jin Army generals kneeling on both sides: "All of you, rise."

After the generals rose one after another, Zhang Jiao took steps to walk up the stairs of the Heaven-Worshiping Platform.

Zhang Ning, who was beside him, immediately followed.

The thirty-meter-high Heaven-Worshiping Platform—let alone for Zhang Jiao, even for an ordinary person, climbing so high at once was a challenge.

But today, Zhang Jiao's footsteps appeared extremely steady.

Zhang Ning, who was supporting Zhang Jiao on the side, seemed to have realized something.

While walking up the stairs, she could not stop crying.

The Heaven-Worshiping Platform was covered with yellow banners on all sides, fluttering in the north wind.

Three huge bronze tripods, two small and one large, were placed on the Heaven-Worshiping Platform.

On the table in front of the bronze tripods were the heads of three sacrificial animals.

Zhang Jiao, who had just walked up the stairs, did not pause and walked directly towards the table.

"Father, let's rest for a while," Zhang Ning said, enduring the pain.

At this time, an unnatural red color had already appeared on Zhang Jiao's long face.

It was as if his blood and Qi were surging upward.

Even the corners of his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

"It's too late."

Zhang Jiao turned around and shook his head at Zhang Ning.

Afterwards, he picked up the incense on the table, lit it, and inserted it into the bronze tripods one by one.

As the incense was inserted into the bronze tripods, dull and rapid drumbeats rang out.

Zhang Jiao held a yellow banner in his hand and then waved it forcefully in the air.

"The Blue Heaven is dead!"

"The people are in suffering!"

"The year is Jiazi!"

"Great fortune for the world!"

"I am the Great Virtuous Teacher of the Taiping Dao. Today I burn incense to ask the Yellow Heaven for a strategy: where can the starving people of the world find a way to survive!"

"If the Yellow Heaven has mercy and descends with grace and guidance, I, Zhang Jiao, am willing to sacrifice ten years of my life, my soul returning to the Yellow Heaven, to serve the Yellow Heaven!"

Zhang Jiao shouted to the sky.

As Zhang Jiao's shout fell, a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed from Zhang Jiao's mouth.

The blood mist sprayed out like a thin red fog, and it happened to fall entirely on the yellow banner he was waving.

As the blood sprayed from Zhang Jiao's mouth stained the yellow banner, the character 'Liang' gradually appeared on the banner.

Zhang Jiao, whose footsteps suddenly staggered, handed the banner in his hand directly to Zhang Ning.

"Ning'er, quickly... take this banner down and show it to everyone," Zhang Jiao said.