The Great Overlord: Simulating the Future, Dominating Speedrunning

Chapter 220 Taking Charge of the Floating Pagoda, Achieving Perfect Immortal Status!
Inside the third level of the Four Sacred Tower, the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

clang!clang!clang!
Countless jet-black bone spears rained down on the pagoda, each impact causing the ancient crystal tower to tremble violently. The weathered pagoda patterns on the tower were visibly fading.

The old patriarch, his white hair flying wildly, suddenly raised his withered hand: "Demon-Sealing Mirror, appear!"

A beam of light shot out from the top of the tower, and in a flash, it transformed into an ancient bronze mirror covered with the marks of time. The mirror was as deep as an abyss, but a corner of its edge was missing, making it no longer perfect.

A peerless, celestial artifact: the Demon-Sealing Mirror!

"Old ghost of the Buddha!"

The Blood Zombie Demon Emperor roared with a terrifying laugh, "Your Floating Pagoda is already damaged, and your broken mirror is missing a corner. How dare you stop me, the Emperor?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, and the overwhelming demonic energy instantly condensed into a terrifying demonic hand that blotted out the sky. The blood-red patterns on the palm seemed to writhe like living things, and wherever it passed, the space itself was corroded and cracked with hideous fissures.

The Floating Ancestor's expression was solemn, yet he showed no sign of panic. He formed a hand seal and shouted in a deep voice, "Even in its incomplete state, it is more than enough to suppress you, you demon!"

Buzz!

As the hand seals were formed, the entire pagoda trembled violently, and countless pagoda patterns on the pagoda's body shone with dazzling golden light, transforming into a boundless, sacred glow that surged into the Demon-Sealing Mirror.

boom!
The Demon-Sealing Mirror emitted a deafening roar, its surface rippling like water. A sacred ray of light, hundreds of thousands of feet long, burst forth from the mirror, within which countless ancient runes flowed, weaving together in the void to form a ten-thousand-foot-long scroll of demon-sealing magic.

"town!"

With a furious roar, the Ancestor of the Floating Pagoda unleashed the Demon-Sealing Scroll, tearing through the void and colliding violently with the Heaven-Shrouding Demonic Palm. In an instant, the world lost its color, and space itself shattered. However—

Click!

The Heaven-Covering Demon Palm crushed the Demon-Sealing Scroll with overwhelming force. The Floating Pagoda Ancestor's body trembled violently, and several more cracks appeared in the Floating Pagoda in his hand. His already illusory figure dimmed even further.

"Ancestor!"

At this moment, two urgent shouts came from behind. The two prodigies of the Futu Ancient Clan, who had already arrived here, looked anxious—the man in the green robe was gentle and refined, but his brows were furrowed, while the young man in the black robe had eyes as sinister as a venomous snake.

It was Xuan Luo, the young master of the Xuan lineage, and Mo Xin, the young master of the Mo lineage, of the Futu Ancient Clan in this generation.

Behind them, dozens of clansmen looked ashen-faced.

The patriarch of the Floating Pagoda clan swept his gaze across his people, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes: "Our Floating Pagoda clan has a lineage spanning tens of thousands of years, yet now we cannot even find a single descendant of the Eight Divine Lineages." He sighed deeply, his sleeves fluttering even without wind. "The Eightfold Floating Pagoda is our clan's most treasured martial art, and today..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
Boom!

A dazzling seven-colored pillar of fire descended from the heavens, like divine punishment, instantly piercing through the overwhelming demonic hand. The demonic energy, like snow meeting the blazing sun, melted away in an instant.

As the flames subsided, a tall figure stood suspended in mid-air. Seven-colored spiritual flames transformed into fiery lotuses beneath his feet, and his black robes fluttered in the lingering embers.

"Senior Futu." Lu Chen bowed respectfully, the seven-colored fire lotus in his eyes slowly rotating. "This junior is a step late, please forgive me."

He lightly raised his fingertip, and a wisp of crystal flame flew out, re-condensing the nearly dissipated Demon-Sealing Scroll. As the flame flickered, it miraculously resonated with the Floating Pagoda, causing the dim pagoda patterns on its surface to light up once more…

The old patriarch's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light: "You are..."

Lu Chen smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "This junior is Lu Chen, here to exorcise demons."

"Lu Chen?"

"Aren't they disciples of the three main branches: Qing, Xuan, and Mo?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Floating Pagoda Ancestor, who asked with some confusion, "But you don't have the bloodline aura of any other branch of my clan on you, so how do you possess this Floating Pagoda Fire..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Blood Zombie Demon Emperor in the distance suddenly roared in fury: "Old man! You think you can turn the tide by finding a helper?!"

As the demonic energy surged, the demonic palm that had been pierced by the seven-colored fire pillar condensed again. This time, however, countless hideous ghost faces emerged from the blood-red patterns on the palm, radiating a chilling resentment.

Lu Chen didn't even turn his head, but simply flicked his fingers and said casually, "Noisy."

laugh--

A seemingly faint seven-colored flame flickered from Lu Chen's fingertip, tracing a graceful arc in the void. Initially only an inch long, the flame instantly swelled in the wind, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon that stretched across the heavens and earth.

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and wherever the fire dragon passed, space collapsed inch by inch. The moment the Blood Zombie Demon Emperor's sky-covering demonic palm made contact, it melted and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, like spring snow meeting the blazing sun.

"This is impossible……"

The Blood Zombie Demon Emperor's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, the fire dragon had already slammed into his chest. In an instant, jet-black demonic blood sprayed out like a torrential rain, and half of his demonic body vaporized.

boom!
The next instant, this ancient Demon Emperor, who struck fear into the hearts of countless powerful beings, was sent flying like a rag doll. His demonic body tumbled through the void before crashing heavily against the spatial barrier with a deafening roar.

"Our world truly is teeming with talented people..."

Upon seeing this, the Floating Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze fixed intently on the black-robed figure, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

He secretly pondered that if all the young people in the world today possessed such astonishing strength, the world would surely usher in an even more glorious era in the future.

And on the other side,
Lu Chen's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the Blood Zombie Demon Emperor who was flying backward. He clenched his right fist, and seven-colored spiritual fire frantically condensed on his fist. The temperature of the entire space suddenly rose to a terrifying level.

boom!
A simple, direct punch, yet it contained earth-shattering power. Wherever the fist's force passed, the void twisted and cracked, and the intense heat forced the members of the ancient Futu clan in the distance to involuntarily take several steps back.

The Blood Zombie Demon Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted: "You..."

Before he could even mount an effective defense, the punch had already landed squarely on his chest.

"Click——"

A crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth. The demonic body that the Heavenly Demon Emperor had just possessed was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as fragile as glass. Within those cracks, seven-colored flames surged wildly, spreading across the entire body in the blink of an eye.

"impossible……"

The Blood Zombie Demon Emperor's eyes were filled with disbelief. He looked down at his crumbling body, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something. However—

"Oh!"

The demonic body exploded with a deafening roar, and before its demonic blood could even splatter, it was completely vaporized by the raging seven-colored spiritual fire. The scorching flames swept across the entire space, incinerating the last trace of demonic energy.

call out!
A blood-red Demon-Slaying Decree pierced through the air, absorbing the last remaining wisp of the Demon Emperor's remnant soul into it.

Lu Chen slowly withdrew his fist, and the boiling seven-colored spiritual flames around his body gradually subsided. He turned to look at Ancestor Futu, the seven-colored flames in his eyes had already faded:

"Senior, I couldn't resist the urge and lost control of my strength. You don't mind, do you?"

Lu Chen smiled apologetically, as if he had just casually crushed an ant.

Upon hearing this, the Floating Ancestor's lips twitched involuntarily. In his tens of thousands of years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen someone speak of slaying the Heavenly Demon Emperor so casually.

"Cough cough..."

The old man coughed twice, suppressing his shock. "It's alright, it's alright. This demon deserves to die." "May I ask which super power in the Great Thousand Worlds you come from, young friend?"

A glint of light flashed in the cloudy eyes of the Old Ancestor Futu as he tentatively asked, "To have such cultivation at such a young age, truly..."

Lu Chen remained calm, merely dusting off his sleeves: "Senior flatters me. I am but a rogue cultivator, without any sect or faction."

"Now, we have established ourselves on the Tianluo Continent and created a force called the Tianluo Alliance."

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, the Floating Ancestor nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Lu Chen and suddenly said, "If I'm not mistaken, young friend, this is just an avatar of spiritual energy, isn't it?"

"I've seen such exquisite transformation techniques before, but could it be the Heavenly Emperor's One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones?"

"Exactly."

"I was fortunate enough to receive the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance."

Lu Chen smiled slightly, cupped his hands in greeting, and his figure suddenly rippled like water. His originally solid body gradually became transparent, revealing the seven-colored spiritual light flowing within.

Upon seeing this, the Floating Ancestor's eyes shone brightly, and his withered fingers trembled slightly with excitement: "Excellent! Excellent! The Heavenly Emperor's legacy has a successor, which is truly a blessing for the Great Thousand Worlds!"

The old man suddenly turned around, his sleeves fluttering even without wind. The dilapidated pagoda trembled violently, and countless ancient runes on its surface lit up simultaneously:

"In that case..."

"boom--!"

A dazzling golden beam of light suddenly shot into the sky, causing the entire pagoda to tremble violently. Numerous cracks appeared on the pagoda's walls, and with a crisp "crack," eight crimson rays burst forth!

They were eight crimson pearls, each engraved with ferocious pagoda patterns, radiating a chilling aura. The pearls revolved around the Pagoda Ancestor, tracing mysterious paths in the void.

"Young friend, are you willing to accept my Eight-Part Pagoda?" The Pagoda Ancestor looked intently at Lu Chen.

"Ancestor, you can't do that!"

Xuan Luo and Mo Xin, standing nearby, both paled simultaneously. Xuan Luo stepped forward, his green robes fluttering even without wind: "We are here on the orders of our clan leader to welcome back our ancestor's legacy. This is our clan's most treasured martial art; how can it be…"

A ruthless glint flashed in Mo Xin's sinister eyes: "Ancestor, please reconsider! This person's origins are unknown. If the Eightfold Floating Pagoda is revealed to outsiders, our clan..."

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, the Floating Ancestor roared, his withered body unleashing an astonishing pressure. Eight crimson pearls lit up simultaneously, forcing the two men back several steps.

"I have waited tens of thousands of years, just to wait for someone worthy of this inheritance!" His gaze swept over the two clansmen like lightning. "You haven't even reached the level of the Eight Divine Veins, yet you dare to claim the Eightfold Floating Pagoda?!"

Xuan Luo's face turned pale, while Mo Xin remained silent with a gloomy expression.

When the Floating Pagoda Ancestor turned to Lu Chen, his expression had softened: "Young friend, there's no need to worry. I've already stated before that whoever helps me resolve the Heavenly Demon Emperor I'm suppressing will receive this inheritance."

"This was originally the reward agreed upon by the four of us saints. Whoever can protect the seal, we will entrust the inheritance of that level to him!"

"The Eight-Part Pagoda I created is no ordinary supernatural power. Its core is the Pagoda Bead made by the Demon Emperor. Rather than calling it a peerless supernatural power, it is more like a unique peerless sacred object."

"Because it doesn't require arduous cultivation or comprehension; as long as one inherits these eight Floating Pagoda Beads, one can cultivate the 'Eight-Part Floating Pagoda'!"

"My lingering spirit is on the verge of dissipation. I have only one question for you, young friend..."

"Are you willing to accept this inheritance and one day suppress another demonic calamity for our Great Thousand World?"

Lu Chen gazed at the eight restless pagoda beads and suddenly chuckled. He reached out and grasped the eight pagoda beads in his hand.

"I cannot refuse your kind invitation, senior. How could I dare to disobey?"

"If the evil races from beyond the realm invade in the future, I will certainly do my utmost!"

Seeing this, the Floating Ancestor finally revealed a relieved smile. His illusory figure began to transform into specks of golden light, but before completely dissipating, he glanced at his clansmen behind him.

Then, he raised his hand and waved it gently. A flash of light appeared, and the broken bronze mirror that had been floating in mid-air instantly transformed into a dazzling stream of light, falling precisely into Xuan Luo's hand.

"You should take this back to your clan; it won't be like you came empty-handed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Floating Ancestor vanished with the wind, disappearing completely from this space.

As the lingering resentment of the Floating Ancestor completely dissipated, Lu Chen's gaze swept indifferently over Xuan Luo and the others. The disciples of the Floating Ancient Clan immediately turned pale, involuntarily taking several steps back, their breaths even catching in their throats.

Lu Chen simply shook his head. Since he had inherited the legacy of the Floating Buddha Ancestor, he naturally wouldn't harm these younger generations—even though they had expressed some reservations about the inheritance earlier.

"Shoot-"

With a flick of his sleeve, a spatial rift silently tore open. Lu Chen stepped inside, his figure vanishing in an instant into the distorted void.

With 40,000 Demon-Slaying Points in hand, the Eightfold Floating Pagoda Inheritance is complete.

With this matter settled, there is no need to linger.

……

Soon after,

In a courtyard of Saint Abyss City,
Lu Chen sat cross-legged, a pale blue flame floating in his palm. The flame appeared gentle, yet it contained terrifying power capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas—it was the Azure Flame of Miro left behind by the Spirit Butterfly Immortal.

"call--"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and the seven-colored fire lotus in his eyes slowly rotated. With a thought, wisps of seven-colored spiritual fire seeped from the pores of his body, flowing towards the azure flames like rivers flowing into the sea.

laugh!
The refining process went surprisingly smoothly. The Azure Flame Miro Fire was as docile as a wanderer returning home, willingly merging with the seven-colored spiritual fire. Lu Chen felt an invisible shackle within his body shatter, and a vast amount of spiritual power surged through his body like a flood bursting its banks.

"Om-"

A dazzling light burst forth from every pore of his body, gradually spreading a deep blue hue within the seven-colored flames. As the last wisp of blue flame completely merged, a sudden change occurred!
"Boom!"

A dazzling pillar of fire, interwoven with eight colors, burst forth and pierced the heavens. Wherever the pillar passed, the clouds collapsed, the void distorted, and even the defensive array of Holy Abyss City spontaneously lit up with defensive spiritual light.

"This is."

Throughout the city, countless powerful figures looked up in shock.

Inside the Daqian Tower, an old man in a gray robe shattered his teacup with a "crack": "The aura of a perfect immortal grade?!"

"When did such a figure emerge from Holy Abyss City?"

……

(End of this chapter)