Dawn broke over the Nine God Dynasty capital. The air itself trembled under the presence of a Mortal Tier 7 Heavenly Dynasty.
Feng Hao stood atop the Heaven-Command Platform. His robe barely fluttered in the golden spiritual winds radiating from his body. Inside his dantian, the Tao Pagoda Seed stirred violently.
It was time to ascend further.
He closed his eyes, hands hovering over his core. Qi surged, drawn from the dynasty, the soldiers, the elders, the Dragon Guards—all resonating with his Dao.
"Condense."
Nine streams of golden qi spiraled together. A brilliant light enveloped the capital as Feng Hao condensed his Primordial Golden Core.
Golden Core — Primordial.
The light shattered the heavens with its purity and magnitude. Every unit under the Nine God Dynasty felt the transformation—their cultivations elevated instantly.
Units Ascend Correctly
Divine Soldiers: Half-Step Divine Bridge, cores now radiant, battle-ready extensions of Feng Hao's will.
Divine Cavalry: Early Divine Bridge, speed and reflexes now terrifyingly precise.
Divine Captains: Mid Divine Bridge, strikes and strategy now bridging realms.
Divine Commanders: Peak Divine Bridge, commanding armies like extensions of the dynasty itself.
Divine Generals: Peak Tao Pagoda, their authority bending territories, shaping battlefields.
Divine Marshals: Early Golden Core, standing as living embodiments of imperial command.
Dragon Guards: Early Golden Core, bonded directly to Feng Hao, loyalty absolute.
Elder Hall Ascension
Low-Level Elders: Half-Step Unity Realm, presence warping local spiritual flows.
Mid-Level Elders: Mid Unity Realm, guiding soldiers across the capital with battlefield omniscience.
High-Level Elders: Early Divine Transformation, stabilizing territories and formations.
Supreme Elders: Half-Step Void Shattering, their presence alone bending the laws of space and qi.
Daily Sign-In & Barracks Upgrade
A golden notification appeared.
[Daily Sign-In Available]
He accepted. Resources poured in: spiritual stones, rare materials, formation fragments. Among them:
[Barracks Upgrade Stone Obtained]
The Divine Barracks expanded, formation circles glowing brighter. Summoning speed, unit capacity, and automatic synchronization with elite units improved instantly.
Dragon Guard Intel
From the shadows, a Dragon Guard knelt, head lowered.
"Supreme Emperor," he said, voice resonant, "an alliance of Emperors seeks an audience. Their leader, a Divine Bridge Early Tier 3 dynasty emperor, believes you will negotiate with them."
Feng Hao's golden eyes scanned the city. Every soldier, elder, and Dragon Guard pulsed with his Dao. Calm, cold, and unyielding, he responded:
"Prepare a reception. Let them know: the Nine God Dynasty dictates terms, not negotiates."
The Dragon Guard bowed deeper, disappearing into the shadows.
The first light of dawn did not touch the imperial capital. Instead, the city itself glowed—golden qi spilling from the Heaven-Command Platform, radiating outward like molten sunlight.
Feng Hao stood at the summit, Primordial Golden Core blazing in his dantian, Dao aura threading through every soldier, every elder, every Dragon Guard.
A single word passed his lips:
"Summon."
The ground trembled.
The air roared.
The Nine God Dynasty stirred.
Divine Barracks — Full Deployment
First Wave — Divine Soldiers: 375,000
Cultivation: Half-Step Divine Bridge
Armor hummed with golden light, qi cores molten, radiating battle intent.
Kneeling in perfect formation, they were extensions of the emperor's will.
Second Wave — Divine Cavalry: 37,500
Cultivation: Early Divine Bridge
Warbeasts pawed at the stone, hooves tearing space itself.
Speed and reflexes sharpened to unnatural precision.
Third Wave — Divine Captains: 18,750
Cultivation: Mid Divine Bridge
Every strike, every gesture perfectly in sync with Feng Hao's Dao.
They could command ten thousand troops individually, yet bowed as one.
Fourth Wave — Divine Commanders: 3,750
Cultivation: Peak Divine Bridge
Presence linked the entire army, formations aligning instantly.
Each hand movement could change the course of battlefields.
Fifth Wave — Divine Generals: 360
Cultivation: Peak Tao Pagoda
Bodies radiated absolute authority, cities trembling in their aura.
Territory-level influence—one step could crush an enemy fort.
Sixth Wave — Divine Marshals: 60
Cultivation: Early Golden Core
Standing statuesque, embodiments of imperial will.
No aura leaked, yet the heavens themselves bowed.
Imperial Guard — Dragon Guards: 20
Cultivation: Early Golden Core
Did not kneel. Did not move.
Their souls resonated directly with Feng Hao—absolute loyalty, absolute precision.
Elder Hall — Morning Manifestation
Low-Level Elders: 500
Cultivation: Half-Step Unity Realm
Their presence warped local qi streams, each breath a tidal wave of influence.
Mid-Level Elders: 240
Cultivation: Mid Unity Realm
Aura extended over regiments, guiding formations with near-omniscient perception.
High-Level Elders: 60
Cultivation: Early Divine Transformation
Space itself stabilized in their presence, spiritual veins humming in response.
Supreme Elders: 18
Cultivation: Half-Step Void Shattering
National Power Update
Previous: 825.5 Billion
Current: 3,5 trillion.
Beyond the golden mountains marking the Nine God Dynasty's outer borders, thirty figures hovered, suspended in qi currents like fragile lanterns on the wind. Each was an emperor, their flags fluttering, their troops behind them—but compared to the Nine God Dynasty, they were sparks at the edge of a supernova.
Their soldiers—at most early to mid Qi Sea—galloped, clashed, and formed ranks like mortal copies of the imperial army. The strongest among them shone faintly—Half-Step Divine Bridge at best—but even their peak lacked the subtle weight, the aura of true authority.
At the forefront, a teenage empress rode a silver phoenix, eyes sharp and golden. Meng Shi. Leader of the northern alliance. She was young, but her presence commanded respect, her cultivations solid—but faint in the shadow of the Nine God Dynasty.
As they approached the capital, the air itself thickened. Golden qi began to leak subtly from the city's core, not forceful, not overwhelming—but unmistakable. A thread of the emperor's Primordial Golden Core aura.
Meng Shi felt it immediately. Her spine stiffened, her breath caught. Her soldiers faltered, senses tingling with the pressure of a force far beyond their understanding. Even without seeing him, she could feel the emperor's gaze threading through the mountains, the valleys, the very air.
Her pride flared briefly. "How dare this Nine God Dynasty…" she thought—but the words never left her mind. The aura pressed down on her, not violently, not as a strike—but as pure presence.
Her body instinctively knelt. Not out of submission, not fully—but a reflex, primal, unavoidable. Her phoenix skidded slightly as she steadied herself. The other northern emperors froze, watching their leader falter under an invisible tide.
Feng Hao remained atop the Heaven-Command Platform. He did not step down. He did not issue a command. He let just enough of his aura leak, enough to touch the edge of their senses. The land, the soldiers, the Dragon Guards, even the Supreme Elders—all resonated with him, amplifying the effect.
A single Dragon Guard, kneeling behind the emperor, spoke quietly:
"Supreme Emperor, they have come seeking negotiation. Their leader is the teenage empress, leader of the northern alliance. They believe you will parley."
Feng Hao's golden eyes scanned the thirty emperors, lingering on Meng Shi. His voice, calm and low, carried across the valley, without moving a muscle:
"Let them understand the Nine God Dynasty dictates terms. Not negotiates."
Even across dozens of kilometers, the words—and the weight behind them—bent the air, folding the northern alliance into unseen chains of comprehension and awe.
Meng Shi swallowed hard. The phoenix under her lifted slightly, almost as if sensing her hesitation. Her soldiers instinctively lowered their banners, their formations tightening. She looked up, eyes narrowing.
Before this she only bullied weaker forces Relying on her Talents But Here She Felt What The forces she Suppressed felt.
Despair, Fear.
Then she gathered her courage and shouted.
"Great Emperor Of Nine God Dynasty We The Northern Player alliance Seek an audience"
The dragon Guard looked at Feng Hao.
"Supreme Emperor, what should we do?"
"Let them in."
"Yes Supreme Emperor."
He quickly knelt on knee. Then Dissappeared.
After a few moments the envoys of the Northern alliance Came over to his palace.
The leader was a small Figure with a silver crown on her head and A typical Empress Robe.
She said to Feng Hao.
"Hello Great Emperor Feng Hao we came here to Negotiate.
Then a Dragon Guard Roared at them.
"You are seeing the Supreme Emperor Why don't you kneel down?!"
The hall trembled under the roar of the Dragon Guard. Golden qi coiled like snakes around the ceilings, pulsing through the floor beneath their feet. The northern envoys froze, expressions flickering between awe and outrage.
The silver-crowned empress—Meng Shi—stepped forward, her voice steady despite the tremor in the air.
"Great Emperor Feng Hao," she said, tone measured, "we are not ordinary subjects. We are players, from another world, like you. Blue Star citizens. Why should we kneel before you?"
A murmur ran through the northern delegation. Faces pale, brows furrowed. Even the strongest among them—half-step Divine Bridge at best—felt the tension, yet a seed of indignation sparked.
Another emperor, a tall man with a jade banner, stepped forward, voice tinged with frustration:
"Exactly! We came seeking dialogue, not submission. Our dynasties may not be as vast, but we have earned our titles, our soldiers, our cultivations. Kneeling is—"
The Dragon Guard's roar split the hall like a blade of sound. The golden light rippled outward, a living manifestation of Feng Hao's aura. Every particle of qi in the room stiffened, vibrating with authority. The northern players instinctively fell silent.
Meng Shi's eyes narrowed, yet she did not step back. Her fingers clenched the edge of her silver crown. She lifted her chin, summoning every shred of pride and talent she had relied on to bully weaker dynasties.
"We—do not—kneel!" she spat, voice echoing against the golden pillars. "We are equals among players! We will not bow to anyone—no matter how strong their dynasty appears!"
A faint ripple of golden aura leaked from the Heaven-Command Platform behind Feng Hao. It was subtle, restrained—enough to touch their senses without breaking them entirely.
The air thickened. Breath became heavier. The floor beneath them vibrated as if the very capital was judging them. Even the bravest envoys instinctively sank slightly to their knees, caught between fear and defiance.
Meng Shi's phoenix shifted beneath her, wings spreading nervously. Her voice cracked, though she tried to mask it:
"We are players! Our strength is earned! We will not submit to authority just because your name is written in golden qi!"
Another envoy hissed, whispering sharply:
"Leader… maybe we should—"
Meng Shi cut him off with a glare that could pierce steel:
"No! If we kneel now, we are no different than those we once looked down upon. We fight with pride. We fight as equals!"
From the rear of the hall, the Dragon Guard's golden eyes narrowed, aura tightening like a drawn bow. The presence of the Nine God Dynasty—not fully unleashed—already pressed down like a mountain.
Feng Hao remained still atop the platform, Primordial Golden Core blazing faintly, letting the pressure weave itself through the northern alliance's defenses. He did not raise a hand. He did not speak.
And yet:
The hall knew the answer.
The players could resist. They could shout. They could cling to their pride.
Then a Dragon guard Released his aura.
This aura was simply too far beyond them To endure.
Just a little bit of a Golden Core Realm Strong men's aura Caused their knees to shake and kneel
Meng Shi tried to lift her head, to summon the pride and audacity that had carried her across battlefields for A full month in this strange world.
—but the aura pressed on her like a mountain. She felt every breath stolen, every qi pulse constricted. Her phoenix, sensing her weakening, shrieked and pressed downward, as if trying to protect her.
Her knees betrayed her. They shook. She fought, clawed at the ground with determination, and yet—
With a faint hiss of air and a soft golden hum, her knees buckled. She dropped to one knee. Not fully crushed, not destroyed—but instinctively, unavoidably kneeling.
The other northern emperors followed instantly. Some swore under their breath. Some froze, motionless, disbelief etched across their faces. All of them—knee-deep in the golden aura—understood for the first time the weight of the Nine God Dynasty.
The Dragon Guard stepped back, straightening, aura retracting slightly, yet the hall still quivered under the residual pressure. Silence engulfed the space. Not a word. Not a breath. Only the quiet acknowledgment of their place.
Meng Shi's fingers dug into the silver crown atop her head. She raised her head slightly, pride still burning in her eyes—but defiance was tempered by reality.
From the summit, Feng Hao finally opened his eyes. The Primordial Golden Core flared faintly in his dantian. His presence seeped through the hall like golden ink into water.
"Rise," he said.
The words carried authority, judgment, and inevitability.
One by one, the northern alliance lifted themselves—hesitant, shaken, their pride battered but not broken entirely. They had been shown their place, and yet… the ember of rebellion still glowed faintly in their hearts.