The Great Overlord: Simulating the Future, Dominating Speedrunning

Chapter 237 Martial Ancestor: "My hands are itching to fight today, so I've come to ask for your guidance!"

"As expected of the Martial Ancestor!"

Lu Chen sighed inwardly. Even though he had given it his all, he could only manage to be evenly matched with this legendary expert.

He clearly realized that if he had no other options, today's battle would likely come to an end here.

"Young man, your strength is indeed astonishing." Martial Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying a hint of praise, yet also revealing an undeniable authority. "But if your skills stop here, the outcome of today's battle is already decided."

Before the words were even finished, thunder roared across the heavens and earth. A radiant light flashed in the Martial Ancestor's palm, and a scepter crackling with destructive lightning appeared out of thin air. Each flicker of the lightning crystal embedded at the scepter's tip caused the heavens to tremble and thunder to roar in unison!

It is indeed a supreme and unparalleled sacred artifact, the Thunder Emperor's Scepter!
Unlike the Eight Ancestors' Glazed Bowl, which guards the Martial Realm year-round, this Thunder Emperor's Scepter is the most frequently used offensive sacred object by the Martial Ancestor to suppress the alien demons and roam the world!
"Since I dare to come and seek your guidance, I have naturally prepared ample backup plans."

Lu Chen chuckled softly, and his hands suddenly burst forth with dazzling spiritual light. Eight crimson blood beads hovered in the air in his left palm, each containing a hideous demonic shadow, radiating a chilling aura of malevolence—it was none other than the "Eightfold Pagoda," one of the thirty-six peerless divine abilities!
With a flick of his right hand, a long sword, its surface gleaming with crystal, materialized out of thin air. As the sword swirled, countless pure sword energies crisscrossed and overflowed, carving out spatial rifts in the void.

The supreme artifact, the Heavenly Emperor Sword!

Even before going to the appointment, Lu Chen had already used this month's simulation opportunity to redeem the "Eight-Part Pagoda" again. He even went to the Great Thousand Palace and spent 30,000 Demon-Slaying Points to repair the Heavenly Emperor Sword to its peak condition!
Two supreme sacred artifacts, plus three unparalleled divine abilities listed among the thirty-six peerless divine abilities of the Great Thousand World!
This is the real reason why he dared to challenge the Martial Ancestor!
Lu Chen raised his head slightly, a few strands of hair on his forehead fluttering gently in the surging spiritual energy, his gaze piercing the Martial Ancestor like a sharp sword.

"Senior..." he began slowly, his voice unhurried yet carrying immense weight, "Have you ever been defeated?"

Upon hearing this, Martial Ancestor was taken aback at first, then laughed loudly, "Hahaha, good lad!"

His laughter was hearty, tinged with praise and a hint of teasing, as if Lu Chen before him was not an evenly matched opponent, but a junior whom he greatly admired.

After speaking, the Martial Ancestor's aura intensified slightly, his robes fluttering in the wind. He looked intently at Lu Chen, his words brimming with confidence and composure: "You certainly have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

The Thunder Emperor's Scepter in Martial Ancestor's hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling lightning, and countless electric snakes snaked through the void. His hearty laughter resounded through the heavens: "It seems that this battle will be far from over!"

"Let me see how many tricks you still have up your sleeve!"

Before he finished speaking, his thunder staff suddenly slammed downwards, then shot skyward. Vast lightning instantly blotted out the sun, and the staff transformed into a colossal thunder dragon stretching across the heavens and earth.

The dragon's body stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and each scale was formed from lightning of different colors. Purple lightning, blue thunder, and white light intertwined, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.

Lu Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and his grip on the sword tightened involuntarily. This thunder dragon was no ordinary manifestation of spiritual energy; its spiritual power and overwhelming might were comparable to a late-stage Saint-level being. Even with his current cultivation, he couldn't be certain of victory against such a being.

"Roar--"

Amidst a deafening roar, the thunder dragon opened its gigantic maw, resembling a black hole capable of swallowing the heavens and earth. In an instant, countless bolts of lightning transformed into chains that ripped through the air, shattering space wherever they passed!
Lu Chen dared not be negligent. As he retreated, nine-colored spiritual fire burst forth from the sword's edge, outlining profound fire patterns in the void and forming a large fire array.

He gripped the Heavenly Emperor Sword tightly in his other hand and said in a deep voice, "Senior, behold how this sword strike goes!"

"boom--"

Nine towering pillars of fire suddenly rose up, each containing a completely different spiritual fire from heaven and earth. Silver Heavenly Wrath Thunder Flame, dark blue Ice Soul Frost Flame, brilliant golden Phoenix Flame... the various spiritual fires intertwined and entwined, scorching and distorting the space within a radius of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

Lu Chen gently stroked the sword, and the nine-colored spiritual fire traced mysterious paths in the void. At the center of the fire array, a nine-colored fire lotus that blotted out the sky slowly bloomed, each petal pulsating with different spiritual fires of heaven and earth.

"Great Luo Heavenly Flame - World-Burning Fire Lotus!"

With a single sword strike, a dazzling light burst forth from the center of the fire lotus, and thousands of giant flaming blades shot out from the sky. Each blade was formed from pure nine-colored spiritual fire, comparable to the complete version of the Great Luo Heavenly Flame Sword!

"Zheng——"

A thousand fiery blades roared in unison, their clear, resonant sounds echoing through the heavens. Wherever the blades passed, the space was scorched with spiderweb-like black cracks, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was incinerated. In an instant, the torrent of fire blades transformed into a destructive storm, colliding violently with the thunderous dragon!
"boom--"

A deafening roar erupted between heaven and earth. The moment the two destructive energies collided, the blinding light illuminated the entire sky as if it were daytime.

The terrifying shockwave spread in a ring, instantly evaporating clouds for hundreds of thousands of miles, revealing shattered void fissures behind them. The aftershocks swept through, turning towering mountains to ashes and drying up vast rivers in an instant!
"it is good!"

The Martial Ancestor's eyes gleamed with admiration. With his hundreds of years of experience, he could tell at a glance that this move combined the Flame Emperor's Buddha's Fury Lotus with some kind of mysterious sword technique. With the blessing of the Heavenly Emperor Sword, its power was no less than his own Thunder Emperor Scepter strike.

“This kid…” A hint of satisfaction appeared on the Martial Ancestor’s rugged face, “He has indeed forged his own path.”

Before he finished speaking, the Martial Ancestor suddenly stretched out his arms, as if embracing the universe. Eight ancient ancestral symbols emerged from the void and slowly rotated around his body.

His deep, resonant voice echoed between heaven and earth:

"This move is called 'Great Universe'..."

As he spoke, eight ancient runes flowed through his palm, each containing world-destroying power. The Martial Ancestor's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, yet also held a hint of appreciation.

"I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and only today am I using it for the first time."

As the runes intertwined, a dazzling starry sky materialized in the void, with countless stars arising and revolving within it, containing terrifying power akin to the creation of the world. The Martial Ancestor's gaze flashed like lightning as he stared directly at Lu Chen:

"It was originally prepared for someone surnamed Xiao..."

He suddenly burst into hearty laughter, his hair and beard flying wildly:

"I'll let you have a taste today!"

Before the laughter subsided, the Martial Ancestor said solemnly, "After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, I will grant your marriage to Lin Jing!"

"Young man, take this!"

The Martial Ancestor flicked his finger. In an instant, the dazzling starry sky transformed into a stream of light, carrying the force of creation and destruction as it hurtled towards Lu Chen!

Lu Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and the hand seals in his hands changed instantly. Eight Floating Pagoda Beads shot out in response, transforming into eight ferocious demonic statues that blotted out the sky. As the demonic statues roared, an ancient blood-red array suddenly took shape, enveloping them within its confines.

"boom--"

At the same time, the Flame Emperor's Dharma Body behind him suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. Nine distinct spiritual fire Dharma images split off from his main body:

The Heavenly Wrath Form was enveloped in world-destroying thunder, the Frost Flame Form emanated polar chill, and the Phoenix Flame Form scattered heaven-burning golden flames as it spread its wings...

Each of the Dharma images represents the primordial power of an extremely powerful spiritual fire!

"Three wondrous forms, all dharmas return to one!"

With a clear shout from Lu Chen, the nine spiritual fire avatars and the Flame Emperor's true form simultaneously formed hand seals. In an instant, ten supreme divine powers poured out like a torrential rain, weaving into a destructive torrent in the void, crashing fiercely towards that starry sky!

boom--!
A deafening roar erupted between heaven and earth, as the brilliant starry sky collided violently with the torrent of divine power. The violent energy ripples swept across the eight directions, shattering space wherever they passed, forming a spatial storm that blotted out the sun and swallowed the entire firmament.

As the aftershocks of energy gradually subsided, the starry sky before the Martial Ancestor was shattered, dissipating into specks of starlight. Although the torrent of divine power had weakened, it still roared towards him with its final might.

"Hahaha! Good!"

Suddenly, the Martial Ancestor threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter full of vigor. His black hair flew wildly, and a terrifying pressure that caused the heavens and earth to change color suddenly erupted from his body—it was none other than the peerless cultivation of the peak of the Saint Rank!
With a casual wave of his hand, the remaining torrent of divine power vanished like bubbles.

"That was exhilarating!" Martial Ancestor exclaimed loudly, his voice deep and powerful. "You have won this battle."

Immediately, a satisfied smile appeared on Martial Ancestor's sharply defined face, and his deep eyes gleamed with admiration.

“Young man, not bad.” His voice was deep and powerful. “Come visit Martial Realm more often when you have time, and have a few drinks with this old man.”

Before the words were even finished, Martial Ancestor took a step forward, his figure vanishing into the void like a bubble, leaving only a few lingering spatial ripples. Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, gazing in the direction Martial Ancestor had departed, a relieved smile appearing on his lips. He seemed to see Lin Jing's smiling, bright eyes right before him; his years of perseverance and dedication had finally found fulfillment in this moment.

Sudden--

The entire martial realm was shaken!

"The Heavenly Monarch battles the Martial Ancestor!"

"Victory in a duel between equals!"

The news struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, instantly sweeping across the entire Martial Realm. Countless powerful figures looked up, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. For so many years, since the Martial Ancestor rose to fame, no one had ever been able to contend with him at the same level, let alone defeat him!
"The Heavenly Lord... is truly a divine being!"

An elderly man with white hair looked up at the sky and sighed, his voice trembling. The younger generation of cultivators were even more excited, their bodies trembling, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

This battle is destined to be recorded in the annals of the world!

Lu Chen simply flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

In the distance, faint gasps of amazement could be heard.

"The Heavenly Lord can actually fight the Martial Ancestor to a draw..."

"It's not just a draw, it's clearly a slight victory!"

"The格局 of the world is about to change..."

But none of this noise could reach Lu Chen's ears.

In his eyes, there was only that smiling, beautiful figure—"Little girl, wait for me."

……

Soon after,

Inside the main hall of the Martial Realm.

Lu Chen, who had just defeated the Martial Ancestor, sat somewhat reservedly on the jade platform.

Lin Jing and Jiu You stood on either side of him, while in front of him, three stunning beauties—Ling Qingzhu, Ying Huanhuan, and Lin Qingtan—were observing him with great interest.

"Oh~" Ying Huanhuan spoke first, her beautiful eyes filled with a mischievous smile, "So this is the son-in-law that our Jing'er has been longing for day and night?"

Dressed in pristine white, Ling Qingzhu's cool gaze swept over Lu Chen, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Much better than that stubborn old man back then."

Lin Qingtan covered her mouth and chuckled, her gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Jing and Lu Chen: "It seems our Martial Realm will soon be celebrating a happy occasion~"

Lu Chen's ears turned slightly red from the teasing of the three seniors, and his upright posture was completely different from his heroic demeanor when he fought against the Martial Ancestor.

Seeing this, Lin Jing quietly took his hand, her eyes filled with a sweet smile.

……

A few days later,

Beyond the Martial Realm.

In the soft morning light, Lin Jing affectionately linked arms with Lu Chen, waving goodbye to her relatives who were seeing her off: "Dad, Mom, Aunt Bing... you've seen me off this far~"

Her bright eyes curved into crescent moons, and her voice was clear and melodious: "Brother Lu and I will go to Tianluo Continent to settle down first, and we'll come back to see you in a while!"

The Martial Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering in the wind. He remained silent with a taut face, but his gaze was always fixed on his daughter's figure.

However, Ling Qingzhu, dressed in white, stepped forward and softly advised, "The Tianluo Continent is not as secure as home..." As she spoke, a glint of spiritual light flashed at her fingertips, and an exquisite Qiankun bracelet gently landed in Lin Jing's palm: "Here are some of your favorite Ice Spirit Fruits, and..."

She paused, then turned to look at Lu Chen, her eyes full of affection: "Jing'er has been spoiled by us since she was little. We hope you will be more tolerant of her in the future."

"Mother~" Lin Jing blushed slightly and shook her mother's arm coquettishly.

Lu Chen clasped his hands in a solemn gesture, his tone firm: "Mother-in-law, rest assured, I will definitely take good care of the girl."

Ling Qingzhu sighed softly and nodded helplessly. She took a step back and saw that the Martial Ancestor beside her was still expressionless and silent, so she couldn't help but reach out and pinch his waist hard.

"Hiss—" Martial Ancestor's lips twitched, and he finally said in a deep voice, "You brat, if you let Jing'er suffer even the slightest grievance..."

Before he could finish speaking, a melodious horn sound suddenly came from the distant horizon.

A silver-white spaceship emerged from the clouds, its hull bearing the three gilded characters "Tianluo Alliance" gleaming brightly. On the deck, Mandala, Jiuyou, and the others had been waiting for some time.

"Dad, Mom, let's go!" Lin Jing excitedly tugged at Lu Chen's sleeve, and the two of them lightly leaped onto the deck of the spaceship.

The entire spirit boat suddenly emitted dazzling spatial spirit patterns, rippling out like water, and in an instant disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

As Ling Qingzhu watched the spirit boat gradually disappear into the distance, she unconsciously took two steps forward to chase after it.

Wu Zu silently stepped forward and gently placed his broad hand on her shoulder.

Amidst the clouds on the horizon, only a dazzling silver trail remained, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, shimmering with captivating light, before gradually dissipating into the distant horizon.

……

Soon after,

In the far north of this vast world, in the endless fiery domain.

In the heart of this scorching continent, atop a series of volcanoes stands a magnificent lotus-shaped city, its crimson buildings breathtakingly beautiful against the backdrop of lava.

At this moment, on the observation deck at the highest point of the city.

"It's your turn to make a move, Xun'er." Dressed in a black robe, Xiao Yan leaned lazily against the soft couch, toying with a black jade chess piece between his fingers.

Xun'er on the other side was about to respond when suddenly—

Xiao Yan froze, a strange chill creeping into his heart. He looked up abruptly and saw a dark figure standing on the railing, the Thunder Emperor's Scepter flashing with dangerous lightning.

"Brother Lin?" Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here...?"

"My hands are itching to try something today." Martial Ancestor gripped his scepter expressionlessly, lightning crackling around him. "I've come specifically to seek your guidance!"

Before the words were even finished, a barrage of thunderbolts crashed down from the sky!

　I'm taking a day off tomorrow. I need to take the "Three Supports and One Assistance" exam. I'll send out the leave request in a bit. I'll finish writing a few chapters when I get back.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)