The morning sun glittered across the peaks of the northern mountains, illuminating the golden banners of the Nine God Dynasty. Feng Hao sat in the back-mountain pavilion, aura radiating like molten sunlight.
He hadn't signed in for 11 days now he wanted to use it all.
"Ding! Does the host want to sign in for 11 consecutive times?"
"Sign in"
"Congratulations host you have Obtained.."
Golden threads of light shot out from the panel, weaving through the northern mountains, cascading over the northern valleys, and flowing into the Nine God Dynasty's territories. One by one, the rewards materialized.
1. Myth Rank Building — Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion: Automatically generates swords ranging from Heaven Grade to Immortal Grade. Each grade takes exponentially longer than the previous to forge, starting from minutes to centuries.
2. Myth Rank Building — Tomb of Eternal Qi: Absorbs spiritual qi from the surroundings, condenses it into strands, and allows any unit within the dynasty to refine it for cultivation breakthroughs.
3. Myth Rank Building — Hall of Celestial Armaments: Crafts legendary armaments imbued with Divine qi, capable of boosting entire squads' combat effectiveness when wielded.
4. Myth Rank Building — Pavilion of Divine Contracts: Allows Feng Hao to seal pacts with spirits, beasts, or minor deities, automatically binding them to the dynasty's service.
5. Myth Rank Building — Hall of Spirit Veins: Visualizes and manipulates the flow of spiritual qi across all territories, optimizing resources and stabilizing lands far faster than natural integration.
6. Barracks Upgrade Stone
7. Barracks Upgrade Stone
8.Strands of Heavenly Dao Qi ×250,000: Stored in the system, ready to be refined personally by Feng Hao or distributed to units, accelerating breakthroughs and strengthening their cultivation foundations.
9. Luck suppressing artifact
Divine Seal Of Eternal Emperor.
Myth Rank
10. Immense Celestial Resources: Rare materials, spiritual herbs, and elemental ores that can be used to craft unique artifacts, enhance units, or stabilize territories further.
11. Celestial Codex of Supreme Strategy (Myth Rank): An ancient tome containing the distilled strategies of legendary dynasties, immortal generals, and world-shaking emperors. Any commander, elder, or unit that studies it gains a permanent increase in combat efficiency, tactical foresight, and battlefield adaptability. Its insights can also predict enemy formations and optimize resource deployment automatically.
He went to the ancestral palace.
And 2 elders immediately called him over they were playing chess.
The chessboard before him was carved from ancient spirit jade. Two elders sat opposite one another, sleeves loose, expressions calm. Each move they placed caused subtle ripples in the surrounding qi, yet neither showed the slightest urgency.
"Your Dao is too sharp," one elder said mildly, setting down a piece.
"And yours too cautious," the other replied with a faint smile.
Feng Hao did not interrupt. At his current realm—Peak Divine Bridge—he could sense every fluctuation in the territory without effort. Mountains, rivers, spirit veins, even the breathing of cultivators across millions of li were all within his awareness.
Yet today, he chose stillness.
Then—
A faint disturbance brushed the outer layers of the dynasty's perception barrier.
Not hostility.
Not invasion.
Visitors.
Far to the north, beyond the golden border lines of the Nine God Dynasty, dozens of auras gathered. They were orderly, restrained, deliberately exposed.
Players.
Every single one of them—emperors.
Their dynasties hovered at the edge of Nine God territory like small boats approaching an endless sea. Though each carried imperial authority in name, their cultivation betrayed them clearly.
Foundation Establishment.
Qi Sea.
At best—late Qi Sea.
To Feng Hao's senses, they were bright sparks flickering in the presence of a sun.
Before any of them could advance further, the land itself reacted.
Golden light condensed along the border mountains. Massive figures stepped forward—commanders and generals of the Nine God Dynasty, their auras unified, overwhelming, absolute. No killing intent leaked out, yet the pressure alone caused the skies to dim.
A single voice echoed across the heavens, calm and cold:
"This is the territory of the Nine God Dynasty."
Another step forward—and the pressure multiplied.
"Those below qualification—halt."
The player emperors froze.
They could feel it now.
This was not arrogance.
Not provocation.
This was rank.
This was the weight of a Tier 7 Heavenly Force.
Some emperors clenched their fists. Others instinctively lowered their gaze. A few attempted to speak—only for their words to be crushed back into their throats by the silent pressure of the land itself.
They were emperors among mortals.
But here?
They were unworthy to approach.
From the rear of one dynasty, a maid finally lost control.
"This so-called Great Emperor is nothing but—!"
Her voice had barely risen when a hand snapped out.
"Enough."
Lan Yue's expression was calm, but her eyes were sharp.
She looked straight ahead—toward the distant golden mountains, toward the unseen figure who had never even revealed himself.
"Watch your words," she said quietly.
"You are standing before a force you do not comprehend."
The maid stiffened. "M-miss—"
Lan Yue closed her eyes briefly.
"This is not someone we can offend," she said. "Not now. Not ever."
Around them, other player emperors had reached the same conclusion. No one laughed. No one scoffed. Even the most arrogant among them felt a chill crawl up their spine.
A Tier 7 Heavenly Force.
And its emperor hadn't even stepped forward.
Back in the northern mountains, Feng Hao opened his eyes.
He did not look north.
He did not issue an order.
The land itself had already answered for him.
He rose slowly, golden aura flowing naturally around his form.
"Let them wait," he said calmly.
The chessboard behind him stilled.
The elders smiled faintly.
The Nine God Dynasty remained unmoved—
and the world beyond its borders finally began to understand the gap.
By the time the imperial capital came into view, silence had overtaken the group completely.
The palace stood at the center like a sun suspended above the land, layered terraces floating on qi currents, dragon-veined pillars holding up the sky itself. Just standing before it caused several emperors' auras to instinctively withdraw.
Lan Yue inhaled slowly.
"So this is…" she whispered.
Inside the palace, Feng Hao stood at the highest terrace, hands clasped behind his back. His aura was fully restrained—yet it felt heavier than the heavens.
Peak Divine Bridge.
And something deeper beneath it.
When the player emperors entered the grand hall, every single one of them bowed.
Not forced.
Not commanded.
It was instinct.
"Greetings," Feng Hao said calmly.
His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it filled the entire hall.
"You may rise."
They did.
Chairs formed from condensed qi, arranging themselves according to status without a single instruction. The emperors sat stiffly, conscious of every breath they took.
Lan Yue stepped forward, cupping her fists.
"Azure Star Dynasty, Lan Yue," she said respectfully. "Thank you for granting us an audience, Great Emperor."
Feng Hao's gaze passed over her briefly—not dismissive, not interested. Simply acknowledging existence.
"You came to observe," he said. "Not to provoke."
"Yes," she answered immediately. "We would not dare."
A faint ripple of amusement passed through the hall—not from Feng Hao, but from the land itself.
"Good," Feng Hao replied. "Then understand this."
He took a single step forward.
The air thickened.
"This territory is not contested.
This dynasty is not rising.
And I am not competing."
Every emperor felt it then—the weight of a force that had already stepped beyond their board.
"You are welcome here," Feng Hao continued calmly, "as guests. As witnesses. Or as future allies."
His eyes sharpened slightly.
"But never as equals."
Silence.
Then Lan Yue lowered her head again—deeper this time.
"We understand."
Outside the palace, the Nine God Dynasty continued to function seamlessly. Soldiers trained. Spirit veins flowed. The heavens remained clear.
Inside, the Blue Star players had finally been allowed into the heart of power—and for the first time since arriving in this world, they realized something terrifying.
They were no longer early players.
They were latecomers.