Relief.
That single emotion lingered in the hearts of the northern alliance as the scene froze—like the final note of a bell echoing across heaven and earth.
The Nine God Dynasty did not celebrate.
There were no cheers, no proclamations, no feasts.
Because Feng Hao felt it the moment Great-uncle Bai's palm erased that Tier 7 force from existence.
Inside his dantian—
The Primordial Golden Core trembled.
Not violently.
Not chaotically.
But with pressure.
A pressure that did not come from enemies, nor from cultivation bottlenecks—but from Heaven itself.
Feng Hao slowly raised his head.
Above the imperial capital, the sky had begun to change.
Golden clouds twisted unnaturally, layers upon layers folding in on themselves. Space warped. Spiritual laws condensed. The air grew heavy—so heavy that even Divine Marshals felt their breathing slow.
A Supreme Elder opened his eyes abruptly.
"This is not an ordinary breakthrough," he muttered, expression tightening. "This is… Heavenly Force responding."
Another Elder followed, voice trembling with disbelief:
"The dynasty's foundation has crossed a threshold."
Dragon Guards straightened instantly.
The Heaven-Command Platform began to glow.
Feng Hao stood alone atop it, robe fluttering faintly as the Dao of the Nine God Dynasty surged upward—no longer contained, no longer restrained.
A golden system-like resonance echoed through the void.
[Heavenly Force Tribulation Initiating]
The sky split.
Not with lightning.
But with law.
Immense runes—ancient, cold, and impartial—etched themselves across the heavens. These were not punishment tribulations meant to kill cultivators.
These were Heavenly Force Tribulations.
Trials meant to judge whether a force—a dynasty—was qualified to exist at a higher tier.
The northern alliance gasped.
Meng Shi felt her knees weaken again, not from fear—but from awe.
"This… this isn't just his cultivation," she whispered. "The world itself is testing his dynasty…"
Golden light surged from the land.
From the Divine Barracks.
From the Elder Hall.
From every soldier, every general, every Dragon Guard.
The Nine God Dynasty resonated as one body.
Feng Hao's voice rang out—calm, steady, unshaken.
"Heaven wishes to test my authority?"
He lifted his hand.
"Then let it."
Heavenly Force — First Judgment
The clouds condensed into a massive golden seal.
It descended—not toward Feng Hao alone—but toward the entire dynasty.
Pressure crashed down.
Divine Soldiers clenched their fists, armor blazing.
Divine Generals stood firm, territories stabilizing beneath their feet.
Supreme Elders released their full cultivation, anchoring space itself.
The seal struck.
The land did not break.
Instead—
It held.
Golden veins spread across the territory like a living formation, absorbing, distributing, and resisting the pressure.
The heavens paused.
Then—
Second Judgment
A colossal projection appeared in the sky: a phantom battlefield formed of pure law.
Heaven demanded proof.
Not of strength.
But of command.
Feng Hao did not move.
"Deploy."
One word.
Three hundred seventy-five thousand Divine Soldiers stepped forward as one.
Thirty-seven thousand Divine Cavalry charged in perfect synchronization.
Divine Commanders linked formations instantly.
Divine Marshals stabilized the entire field.
No chaos.
No delay.
No error.
The phantom battlefield shattered.
The heavens trembled.
Third Judgment — Authority
This time, the pressure focused solely on Feng Hao.
Golden Core.
Dao.
Dynastic Will.
All pressed simultaneously.
Any ordinary emperor would have knelt.
Feng Hao did not.
His Primordial Golden Core flared.
The Tao Pagoda Seed within it rotated violently—then stabilized.
Feng Hao looked directly into the heavens.
"My authority is not borrowed," he said quietly.
"It is built."
Silence.
Then—
The clouds split open completely.
Dynasty Ascension
Golden light poured down like an ocean.
Every unit advanced again.
Divine Soldiers stabilized toward true Divine Bridge.
Divine Marshals' foundations deepened.
Dragon Guards' auras sharpened, edging toward Mid Golden Core.
Supreme Elders' Void Shattering laws refined.
A voice—ancient, distant, absolute—echoed across the world.
[Heavenly Force Judgment: PASSED]
[Nine God Dynasty Tier Advancement Approved]
[Mortal Heavenly Dynasty — Tier 11 Achieved]
The sky cleared.
The pressure vanished.
The world exhaled.
The northern alliance stood frozen.
They had believed Feng Hao to be on par with their oppressors.
Now they understood.
They had witnessed a dynasty force Heaven to acknowledge it.
Meng Shi lowered her head deeply, heart pounding.
"A month…" she whispered.
"He did all this… in a month."
Feng Hao stood atop the Heaven-Command Platform, golden aura settling, Primordial Golden Core calm once more.
His gaze swept across his dynasty—vast, unified, unquestionable.
Then he spoke.
"Prepare."
The word carried no urgency.
Only certainty.
"The Northern Holy Emperor Court will fall."
And far beyond the northern region—
Something ancient stirred.
The golden radiance of the Heavenly Force Tribulation slowly faded, leaving behind a sky so clear it felt unreal. The Nine God Dynasty stood silent, vast and orderly, like a divine machine that had just completed an evolution.
Feng Hao turned his gaze from the heavens and looked down at the northern alliance.
They were no longer trembling from pressure—
they were trembling from understanding.
He did not waste words.
"Return," Feng Hao said calmly.
The single word carried imperial authority. Space rippled gently as a Dragon Guard stepped forward, formation light blooming beneath his feet.
"You will govern your territories as my vassals," Feng Hao continued, voice steady and indifferent. "Maintain order. Expand. Accumulate resources. When summoned—respond."
Meng Shi and the others felt a strange mix of relief and awe. This was not dismissal born of disdain.
It was trust—the kind only a supreme ruler granted subordinates who no longer needed to be watched.
Meng Shi bowed deeply, lower than before.
"Yes, Supreme Emperor."
One by one, the northern players bowed, their former pride replaced by resolve. With a flash of formation light, spatial gates opened—and the entire alliance was sent away, returned to their lands under the banner of the Nine God Dynasty.
The palace hall emptied.
Silence fell once more.
Feng Hao turned.
Then the system notification sounded Host Due To Unknown Reasons The Current amount of summonable units Has increased."
"Summon."
The ground answered instantly.
Golden formations ignited across the capital, far brighter than before.
Divine Soldiers — 500,000
Cultivation: Late Half-Step Divine Bridge → Stabilizing
They descended like a golden sea, armor locking together as one will.
Second Manifestation
Divine Cavalry — 60,000
Cultivation: Early Divine Bridge
War-beasts stomped, hooves cracking stone, momentum warping the air.
Third Manifestation
Divine Captains — 25,000
Cultivation: Mid Divine Bridge
Eyes sharp. Movements precise. Born to command.
Fourth Manifestation
Divine Commanders — 5,000
Cultivation: Peak Divine Bridge
Formations aligned instantly across kilometers.
Fifth Manifestation
Divine Generals — 500
Cultivation: Peak Tao Pagoda
Each one radiated territorial authority.
Sixth Manifestation
Divine Marshals — 80
Cultivation: Early Golden Core
Heaven and earth quieted in their presence.
Imperial Guard
Dragon Guards — 30
Cultivation: Early Golden Core
They did not kneel.
They did not speak.
They awaited command.
The capital shook—not from chaos, but from perfection.
Feng Hao stood at the center of it all, hands behind his back, expression unreadable.
"Establish forward formations," he ordered.
"Lock spatial routes in the northern region."
"Prepare the dynasty."
The Dragon Guards bowed simultaneously.
"Yes, Supreme Emperor."
Golden light surged outward, formations activating across territories, spiritual veins aligning under imperial law.
Feng Hao looked north.
He Turned To Elder Hall.
"Summon"
Acknowledged.
Golden light erupted.
750 Low-Level Elders
Half-Step Unity Realm
400 Mid level elders
Mid Unity Realm
60 High-Level Elders
Early Divine Transformation
Then—
Silence.
18 Supreme Elders
Half-Step Void Shattering.
National power Increased.
Current National Power 9.7 Trillion
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