In a simulated life scenario, how do you defy fate and change your destiny every time?

"Good baby!"

In the Dragon Palace's treasure vault.

Lu Yuan's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at the long iron rod in front of him, refusing to look away for even a moment.

The iron rod was heavy, ancient, and imposing.

Its weight is equivalent to 108,000 immortal sacred mountains.

At first glance, it looks like a towering pillar, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

The mere release of a wisp of aura was enough to shatter the void, revealing countless cracks.

Not to mention.

There are also many dark gold dragon patterns on the surface of the long staff.

These dragon patterns are all formed from the condensation of laws and Dao traces, possessing unparalleled terrifying power.

If activated, its power would be terrifying to an unimaginable degree!

However, the iron staff seemed to be playing tricks, remaining stubbornly in place and not moving an inch no matter how much Lu Yuan called out to it.

"What's going on? Is this some kind of test?"

Lu Yuan pondered to himself.

The Law-based Spirit Weapons have begun to possess sentience; they can only be subdued if certain conditions are met.

Although he had just broken the golden ball of light, it seemed that he had only passed the initial test and was not yet able to make the thing willingly recognize him as its master.

"Senior Longchen, are you aware of the conditions for this item to recognize its master?"

Lu Yuan asked curiously.

“I’ve heard the clan chief mention this before.”

Long Chen nodded.

"According to the clan chief, this is the heaviest weapon in the world. Ordinary strongmen would find it difficult to even lift it, let alone use it to fight enemies."

"And its conditions for recognizing a master are extremely strict, requiring the practitioner to lift it above their head with pure physical strength."

Long Chen said helplessly.

Each immortal sacred mountain is incredibly heavy, enough to suppress the fortune of a sacred land.

This dragon-patterned iron rod was forged from the primordial energy of the earth veins of 108,000 ancient divine mountains.

Furthermore, it carries countless laws and Dao traces, and its weight has reached an unbelievable level.

Even the strongest dragons, born with superhuman strength and renowned for their power, would find it difficult to move it even slightly!
“Young Master Lu Yuan, although this treasure is very powerful, the conditions for it to recognize a master are too harsh.”

"My dragon clan still has quite a few law-based spiritual weapons in its treasure vault, so why don't we exchange them for one?"

Long Chen tried to persuade him again, not believing that Lu Yuan could lift the dragon-patterned iron rod.

This is not because he looks down on Lu Yuan.

Rather, throughout history, no powerful dragon has ever been able to successfully subdue it.

Even Long Zhan, the supreme ruler of the world, could not make it willingly acknowledge him as its master!
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Longchen, but I'll take it."

As Lu Yuan spoke, he walked straight to the dragon-patterned iron rod.

This iron rod is enormous, resembling an immortal sacred mountain.

When Lu Yuan stood in front of it, he looked as insignificant as an ant.

How can ants move mountains?

The difference between the two is obvious.

But Lu Yuan did not give up.

He took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged the dragon-patterned iron rod tightly.

He then gritted his teeth, his veins bulging, and suddenly exerted force with both legs.

"Wake it up for me!"

Lu Yuan's blood boiled, his pores opened wide, and a surge of blood energy rose into the sky, condensing behind him into a humanoid alien phantom!
The phantom was ten thousand feet tall, with a pair of tentacles on its head, and its face looked somewhat similar to Lu Yuan's.

His body was muscular and his physique was incredibly robust.

It was like a giant from the primordial era, emanating a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble!
"Young Master Lu Yuan is actually a member of the demon race? But the ant race has never had a supreme being, so why is his bloodline so extraordinary?"

Long Zhan's expression changed drastically.

Even though he was a half-step supreme being, he felt an indescribable and overwhelming pressure at this moment.

This has nothing to do with realm or strength, but rather stems from the suppression of the strongest bloodline!

"Boom!"

next second.

Under the horrified gaze of the dragon minister.

The humanoid phantom suddenly spread its arms, grabbed the dragon-patterned iron rod, and lifted it up with the force of uprooting a mountain!

"Crack!"

The void beneath Lu Yuan's feet could not withstand such terrifying weight, and fine cracks suddenly appeared.

It looks like a broken mirror, as if it could shatter at any moment.

The void collapsed, and the earth shook.

The dragon-patterned iron rod struggled violently, unwilling to be subdued by Lu Yuan.

But the Heavenly Ant represents the ultimate power in the world.

In terms of pure strength, even the dragon race, known for its powerful physique, is slightly inferior!
Not to mention.

When Lu Yuan broke the golden light cluster, he absorbed a large amount of the earth's ley line energy, which caused his already extremely powerful physical body to undergo another transformation.

No matter how hard the dragon-patterned iron rod struggled, it could not budge the humanoid phantom in the slightest.

to the end.

Lu Yuan's muscles were tense, and his veins bulged.

Finally, with unparalleled strength, he slowly lifted it above his head!
At this moment.

The dragon-patterned iron rod in Lu Yuan's arms suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, as brilliant and eye-catching as a blazing sun.

Thousands of patterns appeared on the surface of the iron rod, eventually transforming into a stream of light that merged with Lu Yuan.

When this divine weapon automatically recognizes its owner.

Lu Yuan felt a sense of lightness throughout his body, as if a mountain of ten thousand had been lifted from his shoulders.

The once unruly dragon-patterned iron rod has now become as docile as a sheep, showing no further resistance!
Not only that.

Lu Yuan suddenly felt a strange connection between himself and the dragon-patterned iron rod.

He had only just subdued this law-based spiritual weapon.

But he used it with ease and skill, as if it were his own arm!

"This treasure is good, but it's too big. It would be better if it were smaller."

Lu Yuan looked at the dragon-patterned iron rod that resembled a pillar supporting the sky and muttered to himself.

Unexpectedly, the dragon-patterned iron rod seemed to understand his meaning, and its size actually shrank by a circle!
"Make it smaller!"

Lu Yuan's eyes brightened slightly.

Unexpectedly, this thing can shrink and expand at will, and can be large or small at will.

Lu Yuan made several attempts.

Finally, the dragon-patterned iron rod, which was as thick as a mountain, was reduced to the thickness of a wrist and about six feet long.

"It was worth all the effort I put in; it really is a wonderful treasure."

"There is no weapon more suitable for me than this."

Lu Yuan was overjoyed.

He gripped the dragon-patterned iron rod tightly and swung it around a few times.

Suddenly, gusts of wind arose, the air exploded, and a rapid whooshing sound rang out.

The surrounding void twisted violently, and countless cracks appeared!

This is why the Dragon Clan's treasure vault is protected by an array.

Otherwise, Lu Yuan could easily smash a Dao Palace expert into mincemeat with a single blow.

After all, the Heavenly Ant is known as the ultimate in strength in the world, and the Dragon Pattern Iron Rod is the heaviest weapon in the world.

The two combined.

This gave Lu Yuan wings, making his combat power increase several times over!
If that Wuliang Mountain elder is still alive.

Lu Yuan didn't need to risk his life in a bitter battle; he could have killed him with a single blow!

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! This dragon-patterned iron rod has been stored in my dragon clan's treasury for hundreds of thousands of years, yet it was eventually subdued by Young Master Lu Yuan."

Long Chen sighed, a hint of envy showing in his aged eyes.

The dragon ancestor of that time spent countless resources and effort to forge this divine weapon.

With a casual flick of the wrist, it contained the weight of 108,000 immortal sacred mountains.

Furthermore, it is also supported by countless laws and Dao patterns.

Its power is so terrifying that it is beyond imagination.

I'm afraid even a Divine Manifestation Realm expert wouldn't dare to take it head-on!

"Brother Lu Yuan, you're amazing."

Liu Mingyan's eyes sparkled, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents as she genuinely felt happy for him. "Senior Longchen, you flatter me. Let's go back now."

Lu Yuan was in high spirits after acquiring the divine weapon.

They then selected several more staff techniques from the Dragon Clan's treasury before leaving the area.

Return to Dragon Palace.

Lu Yuan wasted no time and immediately began cultivating.

Although he had never come into contact with weapons such as clubs.

But having experienced many lifetimes, with his knowledge and experience, it wouldn't take him long to master a staff technique.

"The Madman's Stick Technique: Without madness, there is no success!"

"The essence of this staff technique lies in the word 'madness'; the closer one is to the brink of despair, the more powerful the staff technique will become."

Lu Yuan carefully read through the contents several times, his eyes revealing a look of understanding.

The Mad Demon Staff technique has no fixed moves; it may seem simple, but it requires a high level of combat experience.

This was not a problem for Lu Yuan at all.

He memorized all the moves and key points and immediately began practicing them.

Just started.

His movements were still somewhat clumsy, and there were many flaws and loopholes in his moves.

But after practicing all the moves several times from beginning to end, his movements gradually became more and more proficient.

Two days passed by in a flash.

Today is the day of the final battle between the Primordial Holy Son and the Successor of Kunpeng.

Even before that.

Countless forces and cultivators flocked to the True Dragon Ancestral Star, just to witness this once-in-ten-thousand-years peak battle.

Some have roughly estimated that at least several billion cultivators were present at the scene!
Not only that.

Throughout the vast cosmos, hundreds of millions of people are closely watching this event through various means.

Fortunately, the area of ​​True Dragon Ancestral Star is tens of thousands of times the size of the sun, which is more than enough to accommodate billions of cultivators.

even so.

The area around the Dragon Palace was still packed with people, so crowded that it was impossible to move.

Just as everyone was eagerly anticipating this battle...

On a training ground somewhere in the Dragon Palace.

A young boy, however, was sweating profusely as he wielded a dragon-patterned iron rod with great skill.

He twisted and turned with lightning speed.

The stick moves with a whistling sound, domineering and fierce.

Especially when he wielded the iron rod, it seemed as if he could manipulate the power of heaven and earth, like a flood bursting its banks, rushing down thousands of miles, giving people a sense of unstoppable force!
In the sunshine.

The dragon-patterned iron rod in Lu Yuan's hand reflected specks of golden light.

This supreme divine weapon weighs as much as 108,000 immortal divine mountains.

Even after shrinking, it is still far beyond the reach of ordinary strong individuals.

Even though Lu Yuan possessed the bloodline of the Heavenly Ant, he had to mobilize all his strength with every swing.

But instead of stopping, he moved faster and faster, making the opponent's movements incredibly tight.

"Roar!"

to the end.

It was accompanied by a dragon's roar.

The immense power of heaven and earth was drawn in, transforming into a golden dragon that charged straight forward!

"boom!"

Even with the support of the array, the training ground exploded instantly, creating a bottomless pit.

This was before Lu Yuan had even used his full strength.

Otherwise, with that one blow, he could easily pierce through a star!
"call!"

Lu Yuan stood still, holding an iron rod.

I was drenched in sweat, but I felt incredibly exhilarated.

"My strength seems to have increased again."

He clenched his left hand and muttered to himself.

The Dragon Pattern Iron Cudgel was the heaviest weapon of its time, and practicing its techniques was essentially a form of weight-bearing training.

Moreover, judging from the increase in his strength, the training effect is very significant!

"Brother Lu Yuan, the grand selection of a son-in-law is about to begin."

Liu Mingyan had been standing by his side the whole time. When she saw Lu Yuan finish his cultivation, she immediately and considerately handed him a handkerchief.

"I'll go wash up and change my clothes first, and then I'll go and meet the Primordial Holy Son."

Lu Yuan smiled faintly, his tone carrying a strong sense of confidence.

If he had some concerns beforehand about whether outsiders would interfere when he killed the Primordial Holy Son.

So, after obtaining the Dragon Pattern Iron Cudgel and achieving minor mastery of the Mad Demon Cudgel Technique.

Even with external interference, he was absolutely confident in killing the Primordial Saint!

And the other side.

As the Primordial Holy Son and the Kunpeng Successor stepped onto the arena.

The highly anticipated showdown has finally begun!
On the arena in front of the Dragon Palace.

The descendant of Kunpeng wore a white dress, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

She was stunningly beautiful, like a celestial maiden who had mistakenly descended to the mortal realm, seemingly ready to ascend to heaven at any moment.

And opposite her.

The Primordial Holy Son wore a Taoist robe, his gaze as vast as the heavens, devoid of any emotion.

"You are injured and are no match for me."

"The Primordial Holy Son said calmly."

"kill!"

The descendant of Kunpeng didn't waste any words and immediately unleashed a deadly technique.

The voice just fell.

Her momentum suddenly surged.

Within its seemingly thin and frail body, an unparalleled and terrifying power suddenly erupted, as if it were about to overturn the entire world!
Under the intimidating power of this force.

Some of the weaker spectators felt their bodies sink, and even breathing became extremely difficult!

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from the descendant of Kunpeng, the Primordial Saint's expression hardened, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

The Kunpeng bloodline is unparalleled in the world, and is said to possess the world's fastest speed.

Even if the opponent is injured, they should not be underestimated, otherwise they will definitely pay a heavy price!

"Fine, since you insist on courting death, then I will grant your wish."

The Primordial Saint snorted coldly, and the spiritual power within his body surged out like a flood.

The aura of the Kunpeng descendant clashed and collided in the air, producing a deafening explosion.

"boom!"

The void trembled, and the world changed color.

Both were exceptional talents of their time, capable of manipulating the laws of heaven and earth for their own use with every gesture.

The mere clash of their energies triggered an astonishing phenomenon!
All the spectators were stunned by this powerful aura, and they all opened their eyes wide and held their breath.

They were afraid of missing any moment of this epic battle.

next moment.

The Primordial Son formed a hand seal.

A dazzling sword light slashed out from his hand, like a flying sword from the sky, carrying a world-destroying power that seemed capable of annihilating everything.

The Kunpeng successor let out a soft shout, his body transforming into a giant Kunpeng phantom, spreading his wings and soaring high into the sky, rushing towards the sword light.

With a deafening roar, the sword light and the phantom of the Kunpeng collided heavily in mid-air.

The air around the arena was distorted by this powerful force, as if even space itself was being torn apart.

A dazzling light suddenly burst forth on the arena.

The shockwave from the collision spread out in all directions like a storm.

This is why the arena is protected by an array; otherwise, even a wisp of residual energy could severely injure a Life and Death Realm expert!
When the light fades.

The Primordial Saint and the Kunpeng Successor were still standing on the arena, but both of them looked somewhat pale.

But soon everyone was surprised to discover.

The Kunpeng descendant's right hand trembled uncontrollably, and bright red blood seeped out.

It stained her snow-white clothes red! (End of Chapter)