Mythic Three Kingdoms: My System Spans Five Thousand Years

Outside Julu City, Jizhou.

“Heaven is dead! The Yellow Heaven shall rise! In the Year of Jiazi, great fortune shall reign throughout the land!”

Zhang Jue, the General of Heaven, raised his yellow banner. A vast sea of Yellow Turban soldiers stormed the walls of Jizhou, shaking the realm!

In the eastern capital of Luoyang, inside the Golden Hall of the Divine Han dynasty.

“His Majesty has just passed away, and now the Yellow Turbans are in revolt. What are we to do?” Empress He cried in panic.

That day, Zhuang Zhou was resting with his eyes closed in a Taoist temple when a sudden premonition stirred within him. He looked up at the sky.

Across an immeasurable distance, Zhuang Zhou saw a black star falling toward the Central Divine Land.

The star carried a force that shook heaven and earth, and the entire Heavenly River Chart trembled violently.

“Good grief, that star looks even bigger than Jupiter was before I transmigrated. This world...”

As heroes and events converged and myths unfolded, Zhuang Zhou sat calmly on Mount Fangcun, plotting across the myriad heavens. On the chessboard of the world, all the black and white pieces were in his hands...