While the player is in Battle Through the Heavens, the system is in The Great Ruler

Chapter 377 A Hundred Years Have Passed, Reaching the Pinnacle!

Lu Yu looked at the options presented in the simulation with a calm gaze.

The Immortal Emperor Flame is a precious flame of Saint-grade level, containing the origins of the nine Saint Flames. It is an excellent resource for cultivation and a means of attack. After devouring and refining it, it is enough to help one break through to the mid-stage of Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign.

The Sword of Judgment is a supreme weapon formed by fusing the ten original primordial avatars when he was at the Sovereign Realm. Its power is unparalleled, but precisely because of this, he, at only the early stage of the Saint Rank, may find it difficult to unleash its true power.

The time-traveling technique "Tracing Time" has been deduced to the level of dominance in the simulation, and its mystery and potential are limitless.

More importantly, choosing this supernatural power means that he will fully gain all the insights, experiences, and understandings of pushing it to the level of dominance in the simulation.

This high-dimensional understanding of the power of time, even if it cannot immediately unleash the power of a ruler, is enough to give his time-related supernatural abilities in the present world a qualitative leap.

It will be useful for both future simulations and skill improvement.

"so----"

A resolute glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes. Without further hesitation, he silently recited in his heart, "I choose number three: Rewinding Time."

The next moment, Lu Yu felt a sudden jolt deep within his mind.

A vast and profound torrent of insights, seemingly touching the very source of "time," surged forth, carrying with it the ultimate understanding and mastery of the Sovereign Realm's application of the divine power "Tracing Time."

This is not merely the indoctrination of memories, but a direct enlightenment of the most essential and highest level of application of the great power of "time".

Countless profound methods of applying them—how to manipulate the trajectory of existence, how to trace back the origin of a state, and how to correct established facts—were autonomously deduced in his mind.

He was immersed in this gift of enlightenment from the realm of self-mastery, his mind wandering in the profound river of "time".

After an unknown amount of time, when the torrent of enlightenment finally dissipated, Lu Yu clearly sensed that his understanding and control of the "Power of Time" had leaped to an unprecedented level.

Although limited by its current cultivation level, it is difficult to unleash such world-reversing, supreme power, but its might has already surpassed the level of the thirty-six peerless divine abilities of the Great Thousand World.

Having digested this astonishing gain, Lu Yu's mind stirred slightly, and a jade bottle with interwoven black and white colors silently appeared in his palm—the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle.

"The Maha Yin-Yang Bottle will be simulated once, and the ancestral pagoda of the Futu Ancient Clan will be simulated once —"

Lu Yu silently calculated in his mind, "There are two more simulations left. That should be enough for me to cope with future changes and push my cultivation to a higher level."

Without the slightest hesitation, he once again immersed himself in the depths of his mind and began the next simulation—

Not long after, inside the main hall of the Lingbao Pavilion, Lu Yu sat in the main seat. Although his aura was restrained, the natural majesty he exuded made the entire hall solemn and dignified. He had just finished dealing with several matters within the pavilion and was discussing the resolution on dividing the territory of the Tianluo Continent with Cai Lin, Mandala, and others.

Just then, a report came from outside the hall: "Reporting to the Pavilion Master, an envoy from the Black Sky Ancient Clan has arrived, saying that he has important matters to report."

"Please." Lu Yu nodded slightly.

An elderly man, dressed in the distinctive black robe of the Black Heaven Ancient Clan and exuding a profound aura, slowly entered the hall. The spiritual energy fluctuations around him had reached the level of a Celestial Supreme, making him a powerful elder of the Black Heaven Ancient Clan.

He bowed respectfully to Lu Yu, saying, "Hei Ming of the Black Heaven Ancient Clan greets Pavilion Master Lu Yu and all the elders."

"Elder Hei Ming, there's no need for such formalities." Lu Yu raised his hand in a gesture of support. "May I ask what brings you here?"

Elder Hei Ming straightened up, a smile appearing on his face, and said, "Sect Master, this is a joyous occasion. The baptism of the 'Child of the Continent' nurtured by the Black Heaven Continent, which is under the control of our clan, is now fully prepared."

"As per the previous agreement between our clan chief and the Pavilion Master,"

Elder Hei Ming continued, his tone becoming increasingly respectful, "For this first opening of baptismal slots, our clan has specially invited the Pavilion Master to personally attend and receive the baptism, in order to repay the Pavilion Master's past kindness."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall fell silent.

Cai Lin and Mandala exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of understanding and envy in each other's eyes. A spot for baptism on a super continent—this was a rare opportunity even ordinary Heavenly Sovereigns could hardly attain.

"Chief Black Sky is very kind."

Lu Yu remained calm, nodded slightly, and asked in a gentle voice, "When is the baptism scheduled? What preparations are needed?"

Elder Heiming hurriedly said, "Reporting to the Pavilion Master, the baptism site is located at the core of the Black Heaven Continent's origin. Everything is ready and can be opened at any time."

"Once the Pavilion Master sets the date, our clan will activate the ancient teleportation array to welcome the Pavilion Master. The baptism process will take approximately three years, during which time one must calm the mind and concentrate, drawing upon the power of the continent's origin to temper oneself."

Lu Yu pondered for a moment, then glanced at everyone in the hall.

Although Lingbao Pavilion is currently very busy, with Cai Lin, Mandala, and others in charge, and with the covert support of the Futu Ancient Clan and the Tailing Ancient Clan, its operation is not in danger.

If I can take this baptism as an opportunity to advance further, I will be more confident in the face of any major calamities that may come in the future.

"In that case," he decided, "let's set it for after March. I, Lu, will certainly go then."

"Yes! Our clan will certainly await the arrival of the Pavilion Master!"

Elder Heiming's face lit up with joy, and he bowed deeply once more. After the matter was settled and a few more pleasantries were exchanged, he tactfully took his leave and returned to the Black Heaven Ancient Clan to report back.

After Hei Ming left, Lu Yu looked at Cai Lin and Mandala and instructed them, "During my absence, all matters within the pavilion will be decided jointly by you two and the elders. If there are any important matters that are difficult to decide, you may send a message to me or consult the two Grand Elders, Fu Tu and Tai Ling."

Upon hearing this, Cai Lin and Mandala nodded.

Mandala solemnly said, "Sect Master, you may leave with peace of mind. We will take care of everything in the sect."

Her cultivation has improved day by day. She has regained her original body in the Heavenly Palace and her cultivation has recovered to the Great Perfection of the Supreme Being. She has also taken charge of some practical affairs and has become an indispensable assistant to Lu Yu.

Cai Lin nodded slightly, her cool eyes looking at Lu Yu. Although she didn't say much, her trust and support were self-evident.

As one of Lu Yu's wives and the de facto head of Lingbao Pavilion's internal affairs, she deeply understood the importance of this super continent baptism for Lu Yu.

After the discussion in the hall was completed, everyone dispersed.

Lu Yu did not immediately return to the quiet room, but instead strolled towards the most secluded and elegant courtyard deep within the Lingbao Pavilion.

The stream flows gently here, and the plants grow lushly; this is where his wives lived.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I heard a burst of cheerful laughter. I saw Xun'er playing chess with Zi Yan, while Little Fairy Doctor watched the game with a smile, occasionally flipping through a scroll of pill formulas in her hand.

"My husband is back." Xun'er was the first to notice, and looked up, her eyes crinkling with a gentle smile.

Zi Yan immediately dropped her chess pieces and jumped up: "Husband, I heard the Black Heaven Ancient Clan has come to deliver some good things?"

Little Fairy Doctor also put down the pill formula and smiled gently, "Is it for the matter of the continent's baptism?"

Lu Yu sat down between them and briefly explained the matter of Elder Heiming's visit.

After finishing their business, Lu Yu's gaze gently swept over the three women, then he looked around the courtyard, a natural concern appearing in his eyes, and asked, "By the way, where's Fan'er? I saw him with Xiao Yan and Qing Yanjing in the front hall square just now, why hasn't he returned?"

Mentioning her son, Xun'er's smile softened even more. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Fan'er was a little sweaty from playing around, so I had Qinglin take him to the spiritual spring in the back mountain to wash and change. This child, he was so excited to hear you were leaving seclusion today that he didn't even get a proper nap. He's probably in a hurry to get clean and ready to see his father."

Lu Yu felt a warmth in his heart and nodded. He was about to suggest going to the back mountain when he suddenly felt something and looked up towards the courtyard gate.

A small figure ran in from outside the courtyard like a gust of wind.

It was Lu Fan.

The little guy had obviously rushed over, his hair still damp from the spring water, his face was fair and rosy, and he was dressed neatly in a light blue brocade robe.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, his big, dark eyes locked onto Lu Yu. He paused for a moment, then quickened his pace and pounced straight at him.

"Father!"

Lu Yu smiled and squatted down, steadily catching the small body that rushed into his arms.

He gently patted his son's back and said softly, "I heard from your mother that our Fan'er has already reached the fifth-rank supreme level. That's amazing!"

Lu Fan lifted his head somewhat shyly from his father's embrace, his eyes sparkling. He scratched his head and said, "But—"

But I still can't beat Jing-mei."

The little guy's voice carried a hint of defiance and a touch of discouragement, "Her spirit array is so powerful, it traps me every time."

Upon hearing this, a knowing smile flashed across Lu Yu's eyes. Qing Yanjing's talent in spirit arrays was indeed astonishing, and with Qing Xuanjun's meticulous guidance, she was rarely matched among her peers.

He gently ruffled Lu Fan's hair and said softly, "Jing'er is exceptionally talented in spirit arrays, and with her father personally guiding her, it's not shameful that you're not as good as her yet. However—"

He changed the subject, adding an encouraging tone, "Fan'er, would you like to learn how to deal with spirit arrays?"

Lu Fan's eyes lit up even more, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes! Will Father teach me?"

"Of course." Lu Yu took his son's little hand and walked to an open area in the yard.

Xun'er, Zi Yan, and Little Fairy Doctor also gathered around with smiles, watching quietly.

Lu Yu's fingertips condensed a faint spiritual light, and he made a few strokes in the air. Dozens of simple spiritual seals appeared out of thin air, forming a basic small trapping array.

"Look, this is the simplest Four-Directional Spirit-Locking Array. The way to break it is not through brute force, but by understanding the points where spiritual energy flows—"

His explanations were insightful yet easy to understand, transforming the complex principles of formations into vivid and readily comprehensible language. Lu Fan listened with rapt attention, nodding his head occasionally and asking naive yet crucial questions now and then.

As the sun set, it cast long shadows of the father and son.

In the courtyard, Xun'er, Zi Yan, and Xiao Yi Xian stood quietly to one side, smiling as they watched this heartwarming scene, their eyes revealing the same gentleness and contentment.

Time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, a century has passed.

The Futu Ancient Clan, located at the summit of the main peak of the Qing lineage.

A sea of ​​clouds rises and falls, and the pines rustle in the breeze. An ancient stone pavilion sits on the edge of a cliff, with a black jade chessboard inside and two figures sitting opposite each other.

Lu Yu holds the white pen, and Qing Xuanjun holds the black pen.

Both were dressed in plain robes, their auras profound and majestic, blending seamlessly with the surrounding world. Without close inspection, they were almost indistinguishable from the clouds and rocks atop the mountain.

Only when the fingertips flash with a subtle light as the piece is placed, and the piece taps the board with a clear, melodious sound, does it reveal a touch of extraordinary power.

A century has passed without leaving a trace on Lu Yu's face; only his deep eyes now hold the vastness and vicissitudes of the galaxy's movement and the changes of time.

Qing Xuanjun, the grandmaster of spirit arrays who had already reached the Saint-level realm, exuded an increasingly refined and restrained aura, yet his brows held a deeper—

A broad-minded understanding of the ways of the world.

"This step has been quite difficult and frustrating."

Qing Xuanjun held a black chess piece in his hand, pondered for a long time, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and finally put it back in the chess jar. "Well, in this game, the Holy Son is once again superior. It seems that my chess skills are no match for the Holy Son's cultivation level."

Lu Yu smiled slightly and flicked his sleeve to retrieve the chess pieces from the board: "Master is too modest. It was your distraction that caused you to reveal your weakness."

He glanced at the churning sea of ​​clouds outside the pavilion, his gaze suggestive, "Are you worried about Jing'er and the others?"

Qing Xuanjun followed his gaze, as if he could see through the endless clouds to that distant and dangerous place, and sighed softly: "Yes, the Northern Battlefield is ultimately a dangerous place. Although Jing'er, Fan'er and Xiao Yan are all quite powerful now, as parents—we can't help but worry."

"A fledgling eagle must eventually spread its wings, and a hidden dragon is destined to rise from the abyss."

Lu Yu's tone was calm, yet carried an absolute confidence: "Don't worry, Master. If something really happens, as your father, I won't just stand by and do nothing."

Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanjun was slightly taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, clapping his hands and laughing, "Yes, yes, I was so concerned that I forgot about your extraordinary abilities, Holy Son. A hundred years ago, you were able to severely injure Hei Hu, shaking the entire world. Now, after a hundred years of secluded cultivation, with your abilities—"

He looked intently at Lu Yu, his gaze filled with inquiry and endless感慨, "I'm afraid we're already very close to that legendary state of transcendence, aren't we?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu merely smiled faintly and remained silent. He held the lustrous white chess piece between his fingers, but before he could place it, his brows suddenly twitched almost imperceptibly.

That profound gaze seemed to sweep across the chessboard before him and the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the pavilion in an instant, casting its gaze upon an infinitely distant, unknown land that even a Saint-level soul power could hardly reach.

At that very moment—

"Buzz!"

A simple jade pendant hanging from Qing Xuanjun's waist suddenly burst forth with a rapid and bright spiritual light, and a sharp wave of communication swept out, breaking the tranquility of the mountaintop.

Qing Xuanjun's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the jade tablet and poured his soul power into it.

The next moment, he abruptly stood up, his usually composed face now showing unprecedented solemnity and anxiety: "Urgent news from the Northern Territory! A top-tier expert from the extraterrestrial evil race has torn through the defenses, and it is suspected to be—the true form of a Heavenly Demon Emperor! The situation is critical!"

Before he finished speaking, a vast amount of spiritual energy surged around him, and space slightly distorted, clearly indicating that he intended to immediately tear through space and rush to the northern battlefield hundreds of millions of miles away.

"The pulse is slow at the beginning."

A calm voice rang out, not loud, but with a strange composure, instantly calming the restless spiritual energy around it.

Qing Xuanjun paused, looking at Lu Yu who was still sitting calmly on the stone bench with a puzzled expression: "Holy Son? The situation in the Northern Border is urgent, Jing'er and the others—"

"No rush."

Lu Yu gently set down the chess piece, making a crisp, jade-like sound. He raised his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well. "This calamity will be resolved by someone. The descending Heavenly Demon Emperor may not necessarily gain any advantage."

Qing Xuanjun was taken aback: "Someone made a move? Who was it?"

Although the Northern Battlefield has gathered many Heavenly Sovereigns, there are very few who can directly confront or even repel a Heavenly Demon Emperor who has descended in his true form. Moreover, most of them are currently occupied with important responsibilities.

Lu Yu did not answer directly, but merely raised the corners of his lips, revealing a faint smile of understanding. His own light seemed to ignore the barriers of space, falling directly upon the noisy, war-torn land of the northern border.

In his "vision," a dazzling flame, so intense it seemed capable of burning down the heavens, and a radiant eight-colored light erupted from the core of the Northern Battlefield, soaring straight into the sky!