The Great Ruler (Web Novel)

Tianluo Continent, North Territory, Mu Estate Main Hall.

The masses converged in the main hall. As the largest force in the North Territory, the Mu Estate was already a well-deserved overlord. Within the North Territory, many forces had succumbed. A steady stream of powerful people turned to the Mu Estate, allowing it to grow stronger. However, at this time, although the main hall had many Sovereigns gathered in it, the atmosphere was gloomy.

At the head of the hall, on the golden throne, sat the particularly petite Mandela, clad in a black dress. Her reputation in the North Territory had risen tremendously ever since she was put in charge on Mu Chen's behalf.

Since the establishment of the Mu Estate, Estate Master Mu Chen had left the North Territory and had not yet returned, so all order was kept by Mandela. This was why many in the North Territory had heard of Mandela's name but were clueless about the elusive Mu Chen.

In the direction of Mandela's subordinates stood Liu Tiandao, Holy Ancestor, and the Netherworld Palace Master. They were the rulers of the North Territory's old powers, but now they were subordinates of the Mu Estate. Below them stood the other mighty Sovereigns of the Mu Estate. Together they were several times more powerful than the Tianluo Continent of the past.

On the throne, Mandela gently rapped on the armrest, her petite face cold. She surveyed the surroundings and said slowly, "I received information that the Purple Cloud Sect messenger will arrive at the Mu Estate soon."

Silence descended on the hall, as many Sovereigns' faces changed upon hearing the three words, "Purple Cloud Sect." It was as though they were fearful of them.

Tianluo Continent was a supercontinent in the Great Thousand World. It had a vast territory that was divided into five regions - East, South, North, West, and Central. The North Territory was at a tiny corner in the North Region.

Although the Mu Estate had now become the overlord of the North Territory, compared to the entire North Region, it could only be considered to be average. The Purple Cloud Sect previously referred to by Mandela, however, was one of the three supreme forces in the North Region.

It was said that every Elder of the Purple Cloud Sect was a Complete Earthly Sovereign, and their power was formidable. By contrast, the Mu Estate, supported by Mandela, was no doubt as insignificant as a firefly to them.

The waters of Tianluo Continent were so deep that whatever they had seen in the past, whether it was the Great Xia Dynasty or the Saint Demon Palace, they were famous in their own right but were still far from these hidden old powers. Therefore, when many of the Mu Estate Sovereigns heard about the Purple Cloud Sect, they were stunned by its reputation.

A moment later, Liu Tiandao asked solemnly, "What does the Purple Cloud Sect want?"

"What else? They want us to become their subordinate. The Overlord of the North Region Contest is coming soon. The Purple Cloud Sect obviously intends to collect some chess pieces to help them fight against the other two supreme forces." Mandela sneered.

"In the past, when the North Territory forces were scattered, it was naturally impossible to attract other people. But now that the North Territory has been unified by our Mu Estate, and our strength has increased, it has been targeted."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked grave. They had just unified the North Territory and had yet to enjoy the prestige well enough, only to be targeted now.

The Holy Ancestor said solemnly, "The Overlord of the North Region Contest is extremely cruel. That is the battlefield between the three supreme forces. I do not know how many forces like ours have disappeared in each battle. If we were to intervene easily, I am afraid..."

Serpentis Old Man sighed and said, "But if we refuse, we are not giving the Purple Cloud Sect respect. They are immensely powerful, and our Mu Estate has no qualifications to refuse."

"But we cannot end up as their chess pieces, either!"

"..."

In the hall, many Sovereigns began to quarrel. Apparently, the arrival of the Purple Cloud Sect messenger had inflicted fear in their hearts.

Looking at this scene, Mandela also frowned. She had only wanted to unify the North Territory and make the Mu Estate stronger, but she did not think that her efforts would draw the Purple Cloud Sect.

This was really a big problem.

In the hall, the quarrel continued, and a voice of discontent rang out, "I don't know where the Estate Master is now. He doesn't show up for such major affairs."

"I have never seen the mysterious Estate Master since I joined the Mu Estate, and everything about it is managed by Master Mandela."

"It seems that the Estate Master is extremely young, and only a Lower Earthly Sovereign. Even if he comes back, it won't help."

Mandela heard the gradually shifting discussion. Her face immediately turned cold as she rebuked, "Shut up!"

The hall fell into silence, as many of the Sovereigns were quiet, apparently suppressed by Mandela's majesty. Mandela overlooked the crowd with cold intentions as everybody avoided her gaze. After a moment, her gaze suddenly flickered as she looked outside the gate and said in a somber tone, "Since our friends from the Purple Cloud Sect have arrived, then show yourselves."

Just as Mandela finished speaking, a mocking laugh rang outside the hall. "Well, it is rumored that the Master of the Mu Estate was born strange. Well, she is worthy of the reputation, indeed."

Hearing this voice, many Sovereigns' faces changed, and anger surged in their eyes. How dare this person laugh at Master Mandela!

Mandela's eyes also flashed with a glint of fury, but she suppressed it. She stared at the gate coldly, only to see Spiritual Light surging, followed by three shadows stepping forward.

There were three old men in purple robes. The one leading had a face as fair and smooth as a baby's. He had white hair and a smiling face, like a smiling tiger. Behind him, the other two old men followed, looking haughty and aloof.

As soon as they appeared in the hall, they emanated vast fluctuations of spiritual power, and those who were close to them were immediately blown away in dismay.

"Complete Earthly Sovereigns?!"

Liu Tiandao and other people's faces changed dramatically. They obviously did not expect the three messengers to be Complete Earthly Sovereigns. This Purple Cloud Sect's strength was really unfathomable.

"The audacity!" Seeing that the three were so audacious, a cold glint flashed in Mandela's eyes. She dealt out a blow, and dark light surged, transforming into a ribbon that pierced through space. The ribbon charged towards the white-haired elder.

The old man with white hair sneered coldly as he delivered a backhanded blow. Purple light surged above his fist. It clashed brutally with the ribbon like a purple moon.

Boom!

The violent shockwaves of spiritual energy raged, shaking the hall. The white-haired man also retreated a few steps as Mandela trembled, holding onto the now-cracked armrest.

The confrontation between the two showed that they were on-par.

"Haha, you're worthy of being an ancient Mandala. Your strength is extraordinary. I am Zi Tianbei, paying respects to the Master of the Mu Estate." The white-haired old man looked strangely at Mandela and immediately smiled.

"I am not the Master of the Mu Estate," Mandela replied expressionlessly. "I am just in charge on behalf of the master. In addition, why are you, the members of the Purple Cloud Sect, here in our small North Territory?"

The white-haired man smiled and said, "I'm sure Master Mandela is also aware that the Overlord of the North Region Contest is coming soon. Under the orders of my Sect Leader, I have come to invite the Mu Estate to join under the command of the Purple Cloud Sect. So long as the Purple Cloud Sect rules the North Region in the future, the Mu Estate will have rendered meritorious services and will be given several lands in the North Territory." As he spoke, he took out a Purple Edict. The Spiritual Light on it surged, emitting a faint air of majesty. He flicked his finger, and the Purple Edict shot at Mandela.

Upon seeing this, Mandela remained expressionless and waved with her small hand. An invisible force blocked the Purple Edict as she said nonchalantly, "Our Mu Estate is weak. I am afraid even if we join the Purple Cloud Sect, we would be of no help. You would be better off inviting someone else."

The old man with white hair laughed. "Master Mandela, no one dares to reject the invitations our Purple Cloud Sect sends out. I hope you will be prudent." Though he smiled, his words were filled with a great threat.

Mandela's little face was cold, and her eyes were full of anger.

The white-haired old man said carelessly, "If I cannot finish the task today, I am afraid I will be in a bad mood. If the Mu Estate suffers any losses, I will not be responsible."

Although there were only three of them, they were all Complete Earthly Sovereigns. As long as he stopped Mandela, the other two men could do whatever they wanted to wipe out the other Sovereigns of the Mu Estate.

Hearing this, the Sovereigns' faces changed, their eyes angry and frightened. They obviously did not expect that the Purple Cloud Sect would be overbearing to this extent.

Mandela, too, trembled with anger. She clenched her fists, and her eyes fixed on the white-haired old man. Her face changed, and at last her resisting force began to weaken.

She couldn't stop the three.

"Haha, that's the way. The Purple Cloud Sect will not mistreat you." The old man with white hair grinned, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Purple Edict fell slowly towards Mandela.

Inside the hall, many Sovereigns looked at the Purple Edict as it slowly fell, and their faces darkened. The Purple Cloud Sect's move had utterly disgraced the Mu Estate. Mandela clenched her fists and finally sighed. She closed her eyes, as she did not want to see the falling edict.

However, as the main hall fell into a sea of stillness, and the edict was about to fall, suddenly a palm appeared out of nowhere, catching the edict.

The white-haired old man's face changed, and he said gruffly, "Who is that?"

The space in the hall fluctuated, and a slender young figure slowly appeared amid glances of astonishment. He held the Purple Edict, and his brows knit together. "Purple Cloud Sect? You want my Mu Estate to be your subordinate... you think you are worthy?" As he spoke, he exerted force in his palm slightly. The Purple Edict symbolizing the Purple Cloud Sect was crushed into a purple powder with a bang amid appalled gazes.

Liu Tiandao and Mandela also opened their eyes at this time, astonished as they looked at the familiar figure. Surprised exclamations then rang in the hall.

"Estate Master?!"

"Mu Chen?"