The Great Ruler

An isolated mountain on the edge of the North Region.

Mu Chen stood on the mountaintop as he looked at the vast territory. Now those areas all belonged to the Mu Estate, and under its command, these places were gradually becoming prosperous again.

Mu Chen gazed at the earth, and after a long time, he gradually looked up at the sky, pursing his lips. After the breakthrough to Complete Earthly Sovereign, Mu Chen’s cultivation did appear a little slack. He thought he had had enough time, but Qing Shuang’s arrival made him understand that with every moment of his leisurely life, his mother suffered in the Ancestor Pagoda.

In that moment, he completely shattered the slack in his heart, knowing that in order to free his mother from the Budur Ancient Clan’s clutches, he had to step into Heavenly Sovereign.

“Dad, when I left the Northern Spiritual Realm, I promised you…” Mu Chen clenched his fists. Calculating the time, he had been away from home for many years, causing father and son to be separated. It was not that he was unwilling to return, but he was still unable to complete the promise he had made when he left home.

Perhaps his father was still waiting day and night in the little Northern Spiritual Realm, looking forward to his return. Although it wasn’t as grand and exciting as the Great Thousand World, Mu Chen still missed it dearly.

The emotions in his heart were continuously rolling like the clouds in the sky. After a long time, Mu Chen gradually calmed down. “The journey to become a Heavenly Sovereign…” he murmured to himself. Although he was now in a state of great urgency, he knew very well how difficult it was.

In the Great Thousand World, prodigies were as countless as the stars. Although Mu Chen was considered one of the best, as he had reached the rank of Complete Earthly Sovereign at such a tender age, he was not unique.

In the history of the Great Thousand World, there were so many supreme talents like him. But in the end, those who could break the shackles and step into the Heavenly Sovereign realm were still rare. Among them, more supreme talents stopped at the stage of Complete Earthly Sovereign, never moving forward for the rest of their lives. They looked at the seemingly close but untouchable rank of Heavenly Sovereign, and over the years, eventually eroded to bones. The gap between a Heavenly Sovereign and Earthly Sovereign was like the real difference between heaven and earth.

Today’s Mu Chen was standing at the peak of Earthly Sovereign, but he was an ant in the eyes of a true Heavenly Sovereign. Thus, he also knew how hard it was to become a Heavenly Sovereign. It was true that hundreds of millions of people had attempted to cross the bridge, but only a handful of them had managed to make it. Facing such a journey, even Mu Chen, who was normally confident, couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Puff.

Mu Chen took a deep breath and erased his inner apprehension little by little. He knew that he had no road of return, and he had to save his mother from the pedantic Budur Ancient Clan. It was possible to talk calmly, but it must be based on how powerful he was. Therefore, no matter what, Mu Chen must take the journey of becoming a Heavenly Sovereign.

His state of mind gradually calmed down, and Mu Chen grew serious. He stretched out his hand, and suddenly, a white light appeared in the center of his palm. In the next moment, a round, crystal pearl about the size of a fist, appeared in his palm. There was a faint mist on that White Spiritual Pearl. Its spiritual cloud surged as if a vague white dragon were thrashing around.

“White Dragon Spiritual Pearl…” Mu Chen gazed at the White Dragon Spiritual Pearl as a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. This pearl had been left behind by Reverend White Dragon in the Northern Heavens Continent in the past. At that time, Mu Chen knew that Reverend White Dragon came from the Lower Planes. Moreover, the Lower Planes had been attacked and occupied by the Extraterritorial Race, and Reverend White Dragon was a survivor of that attack.

When Mu Chen obtained the White Dragon Spiritual Pearl, he also discovered some secrets from Reverend White Dragon’s remnant Spiritual Clone. At last, Reverend White Dragon told him that one day, if Mu Chen could help him banish the Extraterritorial Race in his plane and bring him back, he would gift him with an unimaginable opportunity.

Although Reverend White Dragon had been unreachable in Mu Chen’s eyes then, Mu Chen was clearly far beyond Reverend White Dragon now. However, Mu Chen had a hunch that that opportunity would be of great help in his journey to becoming a Heavenly Sovereign.

Mu Chen held the White Dragon Spiritual Pearl and summoned his spiritual energy, but the Spiritual Pearl had no reaction. Although he could vaguely feel a trace of a Spiritual Seal hidden in the pearl’s depths, if he forcibly summoned it, it might shatter.

“Looks like I have to go the Lower Planes to summon Reverend White Dragon’s Spirit Clone…”

After ruminating for a while, Mu Chen closed his eyes and sensed every corner of his body. When Reverend White Dragon was in his body, he had left a mark. As long as Mu Chen reached a certain level of strength, that mark would naturally be triggered by him and give him the coordinates to the Lower Planes.

Mu Chen’s perception slowly spread through every corner of his body, not missing even the depths of flesh and blood. The depth of his detection lasted about half an hour. At one point, his closed eyes opened violently, his spiritual energy swelled, and he suddenly looked at the back of his left hand. A fine white light emerged on his flesh as it condensed and finally turned into a thumb-sized white dragon rune. The dragon rune wriggled, but it did not go any further, let alone guide Mu Chen in any direction. That quiet appearance seemed to be waiting for something.

Mu Chen’s eyes narrowed as he pondered before saying quietly, “Does it want to test my strength…”

Reverend White Dragon had said that the mark would guide him only when he had reached a certain level of strength. Otherwise, even if it had led him to that plane, it would have been tantamount to suicide.

Boom!

Therefore, with a gentle stomp of his feet, a crystal tower emerged in his pupils. Spiritual energy rolled in his body, along with an unreserved influx of crystal spiritual energy. A strong and unmatched spiritual pressure pervaded between heaven and earth.

After this step, Mu Chen conjured up seals as purple gold light swept out behind him. The Immortal Golden Body flashed out, standing between heaven and earth, exuding the power of immortality.

“Is that enough?” Summoning his power to the extreme, Mu Chen glanced at the white dragon rune on the back of his palm. If he still could not trigger the dragon, then he would have to think of another alternative to becoming a Heavenly Sovereign. However, there was no doubt that it would delay him even more.

Under Mu Chen’s gaze, the white dragon rune was still quiet, but this silence only lasted a few moments. A glittering light suddenly bloomed on the white dragon rune as it let out a pleased and relieved roar. The white dragon rune’s head turned like a compass, pointing in a certain direction.

“In that direction?” Mu Chen looked up in surprise. That direction seemed to point to the southwest of the Great Thousand World, but he did not know at which southwest plane node Reverend White Dragon’s plane was located. However, no matter how far that plane was, at least it gave Mu Chen a target. Now, he just had to travel a long way and keep going.

Mu Chen slowly subdued the surprise in his heart, and then he bowed his head again, looking at the Mu Estate’s territory. Perhaps Mandela and Ling Xi were looking at him from the headquarters of the Mu Estate right now…

“When I come back, I will let the Mu Estate dominate Tianluo Continent…” Mu Chen murmured to himself in the Mu Estate’s direction, as if he were promising them. Without any hesitation, he waved his sleeve as the Immortal Golden Body behind him dissipated. His figure became a stream of light, soaring into the sky facing the southwest.

Outside a hall in the Mu Estate.

Mandela and Ling Xi looked up to the southwest, seemingly sensing something. After a while, they retracted their gazes, looked at each other, and smiled. They believed that when Mu Chen returned, the whole of Tianluo would be shaken.