Mythical Three Kingdoms

”Oh, indeed. I’ll go have a look.” Lyu Bu casually hoisted his Sky Piercer and flew in the direction of the sound.

”Hmm, we should really ask Fengxian to bring back some rabbits as pets. The animals here are so peculiar,” Diao Chan mused to herself, watching Lyu Bu leave while cooking shark meat.

Gan Ning had already leapt onto the Great Kun’s massive head. The Great Kun didn’t mind much, as it was a naturally gentle creature and used to Lyu Bu walking all over its head regularly, so it didn’t pay much attention to Gan Ning wandering on its head either.

Though he didn’t understand what Gan Ning was saying, the Great Kun could still sense that Gan Ning harbored no harmful intent. Even with his rudimentary Telepathy, he couldn’t communicate, but he could emit goodwill.

Since they weren’t looking for trouble, the Great Kun thought, if you won’t continue feeding me, I’ll just continue sunbathing and resting. Do as you please, but let me sleep, and don’t disturb me.

Gan Ning stood happily atop the Great Kun’s head, having easily persuaded the Great Kun to allow him there, a testament to his own charm. However, with the Great Kun lazing around again, Gan Ning felt a bit awkward, utterly helpless in the situation.

”Hmm?” Gan Ning suddenly perceived a sense of oppression, instinctively looking southeast, unconsciously gripping his Ring-Pommel Broadsword and clutching the Horizontal River Iron Chain tightly. At this moment, Gan Ning hoped his intuition was wrong, yet...

”Lyu Bu!” Gan Ning’s hair stood on end, his whole being resembling a startled cat, with Inner Qi erupting like tangled threads, bursting into a chaotic mass.

Facing Lyu Bu alone, who has survived? Inner Qi Manifestation Ultimate Level facing Lyu Bu, who can Shatter the Void—can I escape, urgent help needed! Never mind, he’s here, no need to run, maybe we can talk.

”Han Army?” Lyu Bu, carrying the Sky Piercer, looked at Gan Ning standing on the Great Kun’s head, asking with interest, ”Gan Xingba, how did you end up here?”

”...,” Gan Ning thought to himself, wondering how he suddenly Ascended, and felt a slight sense of honor that Lyu Bu even knew his name.

After Lyu Bu arrived, the sunbathing Great Kun lifted its head out of the sea, letting out a joyful roar in Lyu Bu’s direction.

Lyu Bu pointed at the Great Kun, then motioned to the right. The Great Kun instantly understood, and started swimming directly to the right. Even Gan Ning, being somewhat slow, realized this creature was someone’s possession.

[It always feels like all the good stuff is taken by Lyu Bu. Isn’t he supposed to have Ascended?] Gan Ning, watching the retreating Great Kun, felt weary. Regarding Lyu Bu, you could criticize his character, but not his combat strength, weapons, women, or his mount...

Lyu Bu glanced at Gan Ning’s pirate crew, whose peculiar paint job even made Lyu Bu a bit embarrassed. In the next moment, before Gan Ning realized it, Lyu Bu appeared in front of him, and almost reflexively, Gan Ning’s body reacted even before his mind did.

”Nice reaction.” Lyu Bu remarked as he watched Gan Ning’s movements, a smirk appearing, yet for some reason, Gan Ning felt a deep sense of eeriness.

”Marquis Wenn, why are you here?” Gan Ning suppressed his body’s instincts. It was only when Lyu Bu appeared before him that he truly felt the terror of the world’s strongest warrior. Though he previously disdained Lyu Bu’s rankings, he now harbored no doubt, convinced of his overwhelming power.

”I even rescued you, didn’t I? So why am I here?” Lyu Bu replied casually.

Hearing this, Gan Ning said no more, ceremoniously bowing to Lyu Bu, no longer questioning why Lyu Bu was here.

”Are you going to confront the northern navy?” Lyu Bu inquired.

”Yes, heading north, passing through there, it’s a good opportunity to drill the troops. These tens of thousands of pirates need some trimming.” Gan Ning replied with a murderous gleam as he glanced north.

Lyu Bu looked over Gan Ning’s pirates, ”Far behind, their military strength and discipline far surpass you. Moreover, they’ve already built new fortifications with their land forces. If you act now, it isn’t solely the navy you’ll be dealing with.”

”You seem well-informed about the situation there, and I’m curious why you’re telling me all this.” Gan Ning said to Lyu Bu cautiously.

”I often go there to digest my meals,” Lyu Bu replied mockingly, raising an eyebrow. Gan Ning was stunned; ”Digest your meals at a place with a 300,000-strong army?”

Since three months ago, Lyu Bu had felt a growing irritability, and after tearing the Sky Dome and sending refined Inner Qi to Western Asia, it only worsened. He could clearly sense its source, which was near the city of Malacca.

Therefore, since the battle of the Two Rivers, Lyu Bu had been routinely harassing the Kushan, which was why they were currently rigorously defensive. With someone of Lyu Bu’s caliber, even a minor lapse in Cloud Qi management could cause disasters.

Lyu Bu seemed determined to charge into the newly built Kushan city, causing them considerable headaches.

”Rahal, if the Brahmin finds out about this talk, you’ll know the extent of your misery!” Qiu Lique faced the man who had swum from Hawaii to Malacca, with utmost solemnity, remarking on the appearance of Mahesvara’s avatar.

”The Mahesvara I believe in has already descended in the mortal realm in true form. What can the Brahmin do to shock me?” Rahal responded placidly, having built ships on Hawaii and, after an unfortunate storm encounter, only a dozen survived from over ten thousand.

The Supreme God, who commanded destruction and creation, tested them with a storm and granted them power, allowing each survivor to make significant progress, greatly enhancing their strength.

Especially Rahal, who had transitioned from an ordinary Qi Refining to Gang to an Inner Qi Manifestation, and notably skilled in combat, as his faith in Lyu Bu granted him battle prowess.

”Indeed, all of you who survived became Qi Refining to Gang, and you even achieved Inner Qi Manifestation, which is hard to fathom. But I can’t believe our recent opponent is a deity!” Qiu Lique had a stomach full of curses wanting to burst out, but he restrained himself.

Lyu Bu couldn’t detect the influence of Mahesvara’s faith directly, but having withstood millennia of willpower, he wasn’t subconsciously assimilated. Instead, he discerned its origins, leading to his repeated confrontations lately.

”Do you truly think the cataclysm we’ve faced, one that eleven spiritually mirroring deities couldn’t handle together, is human-made?” Rahal mocked, glancing at Qiu Lique as Inner Qi Manifestation Rank generals around him questioned, ”You’re telling us the adversary is human?”

Lyu Bu had already caused an uproar five times, refraining from attacking the main army, only storming fortresses, yet displaying powers far beyond human capacity.

”Mahesvara’s current form, though unbelievable, is the logical explanation, and Rahal’s current prowess tells a lot. The deity can accept faith and bestow power, which aligns with Mahesvara’s current form,” Zhukashyapa remarked, touching his wounds with a bitter smile.

”Indeed, many soldiers in our army now worship Mahesvara, having gained strength from it. Compared to other deities, Mahesvara is more merciful,” Kasani said with a wry smile. ”Without a doubt, that figure is Mahesvara’s current form.”

”The issue isn’t with this aspect—the trouble is that deity is currently opposing us. What do we do?” Qiu Lique questioned in frustration.

Despite the incredibility of Mahesvara being their adversary, facts indicated thus. Qiu Lique, despite his disbelief, had no other recourse.

Hence Qiu Lique faced the conundrum of opposing a god—a mighty one at that. Whether powerful or not was secondary, what mattered was that many of his men worshipped this deity!

”Commander-in-chief, you needn’t worry. Mahesvara, who presides over destruction and creation, won’t care if we battle the deity, nor strip us of power. It’s merely enjoying the process,” Rahal assured confidently, understanding the god deeply.

”How many deity avatars do you reckon we need to send this being back to the Summit of the Realm of Form?” With Rahal, Mahesvara’s premier believer, providing assurance, Qiu Lique felt more at ease, but a living god in the mortal world, even with constrained power, posed a challenge. Dispatching it back to the Summit of the Realm of Form was imperative.

”Deploying our armies would require four or five deity avatars alongside twenty to thirty thousand troops, taking down the opponent but risking divine wrath and retribution from Mahesvara,” Kasani frowned, suggesting caution.

”Then we’ll have to rely on deity avatars facing Mahesvara’s current form. How many would we need?” Qiu Lique agreed with Kasani’s assessment to avoid aggravating Mahesvara, given its status as a deity of destruction and creation.

”For us, mid-level deities’ Manifested Deity form—last time, you saw for yourself,” Vikas remarked with a bitter smile. Last time, eleven Inner Qi Manifestation levels encircled Lyu Bu, with varied strengths, nearly costing lives.

”In that case, we need deities on par, even stronger practitioners,” Qiu Lique suggested while turning towards Zhukashyapa.