The Great Overlord: Simulating the Future, Dominating Speedrunning

Chapter 229 Dominating the Heavenly Net, A New Saint of the Great Thousand World!
A few days later, spiritual light flowed in front of the teleportation array of the Futu Ancient Clan.

"Brother Lu, take care!"

Mu Chen waved vigorously, his eyes filled with reluctance. Luo Li held Mu Chen's arm, while Qing Yanjing stood a little behind, her phoenix eyes filled with the loving kindness of an elder.

Beside the three, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back. He was as sturdy as a spear, with a resolute face, only a few strands of white hair at his temples revealing the marks of time.

It was Mu Chen's father, Mu Feng—since Mu Chen recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan, this former lord of the Mu Domain in the Northern Spirit Realm was welcomed back to the clan, and the family was finally reunited.

Looking at the figure in green robes in the teleportation array, Mu Feng suddenly clasped his hands and said loudly, "Young friend Lu, if you ever pass through the Hundred Spirits Continent, please remember to give my regards to Zhou Ye, the new Lord of the Northern Spirit Realm."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen turned around, completely averting his Saint-grade aura, and grinned like an ordinary young man: "Uncle Mu, don't worry, I will definitely deliver the message."

He then turned to look at Mu Chen, lightly tapping the void with his fingertip, and a ray of spiritual light entered the latter's brow: "The insights into One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones have been left in the clan, and you will have one of the three spots for comprehension."

As the teleportation array lights up, Lu Chen, his green robe fluttering slightly, cups his hands in greeting and says with a smile, "I won't say any more. Those guys from the Tianluo Alliance are probably getting impatient. I should be going now. Everyone, until we meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the teleportation array suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

When the light faded, the formation was empty, with only a gentle breeze brushing against everyone's clothes.

"Brother Lu is really decisive..."

Mu Chen watched the figure disappear into the teleportation array and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Immediately, he turned to look at Qing Yanjing, his eyes gradually hardening: "Mother, it's time for me to go into seclusion too."

"We can't let the Qing Clan down at the martial arts competition a few months from now."

Upon hearing this, Luo Li unconsciously clenched her sleeves. Mu Feng patted his son's shoulder, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Go, your father is waiting to see your splendor when you emerge from seclusion."

Qing Yanjing gently stroked Mu Chen's hair, and as her fingertips shimmered with spiritual light, an ancient black token appeared in her palm: "This is the pass token for the Ancestral Tower. Go, Mother is waiting for you."

Mu Chen solemnly accepted the token, then suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled slyly: "Once I break through to the Heavenly Supreme Realm, I will definitely go to the Western Heaven Continent to spar with the Western Heaven War Emperor."

"If we can't beat Brother Lu, can't we at least beat that old Deng from the Western Heaven War Emperor?"

"If anyone dares to steal my Luo Li, the Martial Ancestor can beat them up, Brother Lu can beat them up, and so can I!"

……

Soon after,

Tianluo Continent, Northern Region.

shhhhh!

Beyond the Great Luo Heaven, countless streams of light rained down. Each descending figure was a renowned powerhouse. They gathered in small groups on the clouds, whispering about the recent news that had shaken the entire continent.

"Brother Youming, even you've come to join us?"

"Brother Wan Shou is joking. Who would dare to underestimate the Tianluo Alliance now?"

An old man in black robes stroked his beard and sighed, "That alliance leader's battle against Fu Tu Xuan on the Holy Abyss Continent was truly a Saint-grade battle prowess!"

"Such a figure, as long as he doesn't die, is a sure thing for him to become a Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign in the future. None of the current leaders of the various super forces interfering in the Tianluo Continent can compare to him..."

Someone nearby immediately chimed in, "Not to mention he inherited the Heavenly Emperor's legacy; the position of Lord of the Tianluo Continent is his for the taking sooner or later..."

The discussion stopped abruptly.

"boom--"

Five golden pillars of light pierced the heavens and earth and crashed down, within which five golden thrones slowly appeared.

Each throne was occupied by a figure with an immense aura, whose mere natural pressure caused the clouds within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles to dissipate.

"It's...it's Ancestor Danyang of Danyang Mountain!"

"And the Ghost Emperor of the Spirit Ghost Sect!"

"The Lord of Youxuan City, Venerable Purple Thunder, King White Tiger..."

Someone exclaimed in shock, "Five Celestial Sovereigns of Immortal Rank have arrived together! What is going to happen...?"

The powerful figures watching trembled, and many of them involuntarily knelt on the ground.

Not far away, the five thrones hang high in the sky.

On the central throne, the Ghost Emperor of the Spirit Ghost Sect slowly raised his head, revealing a face as pale as a corpse. In his deep-set eye sockets, a pair of gray-white pupils seemed to contain the purest aura of death in the world.

"Where is the Heavenly Emperor...?"

The hoarse voice was like a cold wind from the depths of hell, causing the spiritual light of the Great Luo Heaven's protective array to flicker. As the array patterns trembled violently, a graceful figure in a black dress suddenly emerged, stepping slowly through the ripples of spiritual light.

Mandala stood ramrod straight, her petite frame flanked by a group of powerful members of the Heavenly Luo Alliance standing ready behind her. She looked up at the five golden thrones hanging high in the sky, a hint of solemnity flashing in her purple eyes.

"The arrival of these five seniors is truly an honor for our Tianluo Alliance."

Her clear voice pierced the sky, "However, the Alliance Leader is currently in seclusion. If there is any urgent matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, the black-robed man's grayish-white pupils suddenly contracted. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is the Heavenly Lord... in seclusion to recuperate from his injuries?"

This hoarse question silenced the entire world. Five tangible, celestial-grade pressures simultaneously locked onto Mandala's petite body, causing even the powerful figures watching from the surrounding area to hold their breath.

Mandala's slender fingers tightened slightly within her sleeve, but her expression remained composed: "We subordinates cannot inquire about the Alliance Leader's seclusion. If you seniors have urgent matters to discuss..."

She bowed slightly, her black dress fluttering in the breeze: "Perhaps we can come another day."

The Ghost Emperor stared at Mandala with his deep gray eyes, and suddenly let out a hoarse chuckle: "Little girl, there's no need to be on guard. The Heavenly Lord has slain four Heavenly Demon Emperors and even fought to a draw with someone like Fu Tu Xuan, shaking the entire Great Thousand World."

His withered fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne: "Even if we are injured, how dare we act rashly?"

"The five of us have come here to seek refuge with the Heavenly Lord."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around.

"Old Yu, did I hear that right? The Ghost Emperor said he wants to... pledge allegiance to the Heavenly Net Alliance?"

"You misheard, it's the Heavenly Lord, not the Heavenly Net Alliance..."

"Does it make a difference?"

"Five Celestial Sovereigns of Immortal Rank have come to surrender on their own initiative? This..."

The Ghost Emperor ignored the commotion around him, a profound glint in his greyish-white pupils: "The Tianluo Continent is vast and boundless. Even a Saint-ranking being needs powerful allies to rule over all directions. We have come here today..."

He suddenly smiled, his wide black robe billowing in the wind: "It is precisely to share the burdens and difficulties of the future Lord of Tianluo."

The four characters “sharing worries and solving difficulties” were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in layers of spiritual energy ripples in the void.

The other four Celestial Sovereigns smiled knowingly and each took out their treasured treasures.

With a flick of his sleeve, Ancestor Danyang sent a blood-red pill into the air, its patterns resembling dragons, radiating a breathtaking vitality.
With a light tap of his fingertip, Venerable Purple Thunder unleashed a dark bolt of lightning, within which countless ghostly phantoms could be vaguely seen roaring.

A section of crystal-clear dragon bone appeared in the palm of the White Tiger King. Its dragon might was so great that all the birds within a radius of ten thousand miles fell to the ground.
The Lord of Youxuan City took out a piece of pitch-black iron, the surface of which shimmered with a star-like luster.

In the Ghost Emperor's withered palm, a spirit insect with golden patterns on its back fluttered its wings and chirped softly, and the space where the insect's wings passed was even cracked.

"This is but a small gift, hardly enough to express my respect." The Ghost Emperor's hoarse voice carried a hint of solemnity. "Since the Heavenly Lord is in seclusion, I would appreciate it if Vice Alliance Leader Mandala could accept it on my behalf." "And when the time comes, please put in a good word for us before the Heavenly Lord."

A flicker of surprise crossed Mandala's purple eyes, followed by a sudden realization. In the vast world, aside from the five ancient clans, there were only a handful of Saint-rank Heavenly Sovereigns. These five Immortal-rank beings had come at this moment, clearly hoping to take advantage of the Heavenly Monarch's imminent breakthrough to the Saint-rank.

She sneered inwardly. These old foxes must think that Tianluo Continent would eventually be ruled by the Heavenly Emperor. Rather than being forced to submit later, they might as well surrender now, thus gaining favor and finding a backer at the same time.

This is a win-win situation; what a clever plan...

"Your kindness is too kind, senior. I dare not presume to accept such a gift."

Mandala bowed slightly, her tone respectful yet firm, "It would be best if you all presented it to the Alliance Leader personally after he emerges from seclusion."

As Mandala finished speaking, respectful yet firm words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

The Ghost Emperor's withered fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, a dark glint flashing in his gray eyes.

In the midst of this delicate silence, the White Tiger King suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, the golden throne beneath him groaning under the weight.

"What a quick-witted little girl!"

His eyes widened, and he exuded a fierce aura. "We five have condescended to come and surrender, yet your Tianluo Alliance not only refuses to let the main figure show up, but also makes excuses for our meager gifts..."

As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, and behind him appeared the phantom of an ancient white tiger roaring to the sky: "Could it be that you are deliberately trying to make an enemy of us?!"

A violent pressure swept down like a tidal wave, causing the spiritual light beneath the mandala's feet to flicker uncertainly. At this critical moment—

"Fellow Daoist Baihu has a great temper."

A clear voice came from the heavens above, and the world suddenly fell silent, the entire sky trembling.

The moment that clear voice rang out, a streak of azure sword light descended from the heavens, and wherever it passed, the violent pressure released by the White Tiger King melted away like ice and snow.

As the sword light dissipated, a tall, slender figure stood in mid-air. The newcomer wore an elegant blue robe, with a crystal longsword hanging at his waist, its surface shimmering with iridescent light in the sunlight.

What is most astonishing is that although there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy around him, he makes the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles submit to him.

"Heavenly Lord... Lu Chen!"

The Ghost Emperor's gray pupils suddenly contracted, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The five Celestial Sovereigns, as if struck by lightning, rose to their feet simultaneously, their golden thrones behind them creaking under the weight.

"You have come from afar..."

Lu Chen's slender fingers gently traced the hilt of the crystal longsword at his waist, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Is it to join my Heavenly Net Alliance?"

"Alliance or enmity?"

As the last six words were uttered, the temperature of the entire world suddenly plummeted to freezing.

The White Tiger King's face turned deathly pale instantly. He clearly remembered the battle in the Northern Plains before—the Dragon Eagle Emperor's super divine beast body was cleaved into a rain of blood by this seemingly gentle young man with just one sword.

"We came here naturally as allies!"

The Ghost Emperor reacted extremely quickly, his figure flashing to create a distance of several miles between him and the White Tiger King, his face full of the expression "I am not familiar with him".

The other three Celestial Sovereigns followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, a large area around the White Tiger King was cleared.

"I've heard that the Heavenly Lord is searching for high-level Void Devouring Insects."

The Ghost Emperor respectfully held up the spirit insect in his hand, the golden-patterned spirit insect trembling in his palm. "I have spent many rare and precious materials to finally cultivate this Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme level Devouring Void Insect Lord, and I have come to present it to the Heavenly Lord."

"Oh?"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He beckoned, and the spirit insect obediently flew to his fingertip, affectionately rubbing against his finger.

"Not bad." Lu Chen's lips curled up slightly, and his gaze towards the Ghost Emperor softened a bit. "You've put your heart into it."

Upon seeing this, the other three Celestial Sovereigns, as if granted a pardon, eagerly offered their most precious treasures.

The Purple Thunder Venerable held a ball of dark lightning in his hands, within which countless hideous ghost faces could be vaguely seen floating: "This is Netherworld Profound Lightning, formed from the Yin energy of the Nine Netherworlds accumulated over ten thousand years, a rare type of lightning at the Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme level..."

The Lord of Youxuan City respectfully held up a piece of black iron that shimmered with starlight: "Heavenly Lord, this is Star Iron, a material of great hardness, capable of forging peerless sacred artifacts of the highest rank..."

The Danyang Ancestor carefully presented a blood-red pill, its surface adorned with dragon patterns: "This is the Nine Aperture Dragon Blood Pill, which I refined with my life's blood and sweat. It can help even a Heavenly Supreme restore their vital energy..."

Lu Chen's gaze swept past Venerable Zi Lei and Lord Youxuan City, lingering on Ancestor Danyang for a moment before he suddenly smiled and asked, "Ancestor, are you a Grandmaster of Alchemy?"

The old ancestor of Danyang was taken aback, then his old face flushed with excitement: "That's right! That's right! I'm not very talented, I've only just reached the Grandmaster level of Spirit-grade Alchemy, but the Heavenly Lord needs me..."

"Would the Ancestor be willing to join my Heavenly Net Alliance and serve as the Chief Elder of the Pill Hall?" Lu Chen asked gently.

The old patriarch of Danyang hurriedly bowed and saluted, his voice trembling: "This old man is willing to serve the Heavenly Lord like a dog or a horse!"

Lu Chen then turned to the Ghost Emperor, a mid-stage Immortal Realm expert who immediately straightened his back. "The Southern Region of the Heavenly Luo Alliance is still lacking a Supreme Elder..."

Before Lu Chen could finish speaking, the Ghost Emperor quickly declared, "Rest assured, Heavenly Lord! Entrusting the Southern Domain's gateway to me will ensure its absolute success!"

The City Lord of Youxuan and Venerable Zilei exchanged a glance, their faces betraying their disappointment. Just then—

"boom!"

The White Tiger King slammed his knees heavily into the void, beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "Heavenly Lord, please forgive me! I... I am willing to offer up the White Tiger Clan's most precious treasure—the White Tiger Sacred Scripture, I hope..."

"No need."

A cold glint flashed in Lu Chen's eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice from the deepest hell: "Get lost."

A single, simple word caused the entire world to freeze instantly. The White Tiger King was struck dumb, and every hair on his body stood on end.

"Remember this." Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering even without wind. "Within three days, take your henchmen and get out of the Eastern Region. From this day forward—"

He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze like lightning, instantly piercing through the void for thousands of miles. Muffled groans echoed throughout the Tianluo Continent, and those powerful figures who had been secretly observing him coughed up blood and retreated in panic.

"This Tianluo Continent—"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm yet capable of shaking the heavens and earth. Eight-colored spiritual flames erupted from his body, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, its immense pressure shattering the sea of ​​clouds within a million miles.

"It belongs to my Tianluo Alliance."

Before the words were even finished, the crystal longsword at his waist was already drawn. With a slight tremor of the blade, the entire sky was split in two, revealing the vast starry sky behind it.

"Those who are dissatisfied——"

Wherever the sword tip pointed, space collapsed layer by layer.

"Bring it on!"

The oppressive aura of a Saint-level being materialized into a tangible wave of spiritual energy, sweeping outwards from the Tianluo Alliance in all directions. Millions of miles of mountains and rivers trembled, and countless onlookers screamed and fled.

The Ghost Emperor and Ancestor Danyang exchanged a glance, both seeing deep relief in each other's eyes.

They understood that from this day forward, the Tianluo Continent would usher in a new era.

This continent can only have one ruler—the Heavenly Net Alliance!

(End of this chapter)