A single clash erupted.
Golden qi collided with Void-Shattering auras. Earth cracked. The air bent. Mountains trembled under the sheer presence of both dynasties.
Within hours, the Wildborne Court's forward forces faltered. The foundations of their subordinates shattered under Feng Hao's precision, their formations collapsing, one after another.
The Tier 11 dynasty—ancient, vast, terrifying—tried to consolidate. But Feng Hao did not allow them space. One tactical strike, one law-infused formation after another, carved through their ranks like sunlight through shadow.
Finally, the Wildborne Court withdrew. Not fully destroyed, but broken, humbled, forced to retreat to consolidate power.
The battlefield fell silent. The dust of war settled.
Feng Hao lowered his hand. The Nine God Dynasty remained unshaken. The air itself seemed to whisper approval.
A system notification appeared:
[Peace granted: 3 days. Use this time for cultivation or dynasty consolidation.]
Feng Hao turned north, his golden eyes calm. Three days of undisturbed cultivation. Enough.
He returned to the Three Thousand Immortal Island.
Golden rays enveloped him. Qi surged. His Primordial Golden Core throbbed, Tao Pagoda Seed spinning faster than ever. The Immortal Island's energy was overwhelming, 1000 times denser than the outside world, time flowing faster inside.
Three days passed outside. Inside, thousands of days' worth of cultivation.
When Feng Hao emerged, the air shifted around him. The Nine God Dynasty itself resonated with newfound law. His aura had changed—he had broken through to Half-Step Sky Devastating.
His aura had changed Entirely from outside he looked. When his cultivation was revealed it was as if The World Devouring beast had emerged.
Golden light poured from the capital, spreading across the northern region. Every unit, every elder, every soldier responded. Their cultivation had strengthened as well—
Divine soldiers
Peak Divine Bridge— Early Golden Core.
Divine Cavalry.
Mid Tao Pagoda— Late Golden Core.
Divine Captains.
Peak Tao pagoda— Peak Golden Core.
Divine Commanders
Early Golden Core— Early Nascent Soul.
Divine Generals.
Mid Golden Core — Mid Nascent Soul.
Divine Marshals
Early Nascent Soul — Mid Nascent Soul.
Dragon Guards
Early Nascent soul— Half step Sky Devastating
Low level elders.
Early Divine Transformation realm— Half Step lord Realm.
Mid level elders.
Half-Step Void shattering— Mid Lord Realm
High level elders.
Late Void Shattering — Mid True Lord Realm.
Supreme Elders.
Early Body Integration— Early Great Lord Realm.
Feng Hao's golden eyes swept the northern plains where the Wildborne Court had gathered. Ancient banners fluttered, generals glared, subordinates tightened ranks—but for him, this was merely a chore.
He raised a hand.
"Great-uncle Bai," he said calmly.
From the shadows of the Elder Hall, one Supreme Elder stepped forward, his presence radiant yet relaxed.
"What do you need, boy?" Bai asked, tone casual.
"Clear them," Feng Hao replied, voice even, almost bored. "The Wildborne Court. Their forces… all of them."
Bai smiled faintly. "As you wish."
Golden light rippled across the field. A handful of Supreme Elders, High-Level Elders, and a few Low-Level Elders stepped forward—no dramatic gestures, no shouting, no fanfare. Just quiet authority.
The Wildborne Court thought they would fight. They did not expect mere handfuls of elders and generals to radiate the weight of a Tier 11 Mortal Heavenly Dynasty.
A single motion from Bai, and the front ranks shattered. Mountains trembled as golden qi surged through the field, compressing formations, breaking the morale of veteran generals.
Another elder tilted their palm—Void-Shattering generals of the Wildborne Court crumbled, not violently, not chaotically, but as if time itself decided their defeat.
The battle ended within Minutes, not days. The Wildborne Court fled, their banners torn, their pride crushed. Not a single subordinate dared resist further.
Feng Hao lowered his hand, golden light retreating lazily from the battlefield. The few elders standing with him straightened, posture relaxed, as if they had just tidied a messy courtyard.
From the Nine God Dynasty capital, Feng Hao's gaze swept the region. Calm. Detached. Golden light pulsed faintly from the Heaven-Command Platform, threading through the land like molten veins.
"Great Aunt Mei," he said, voice soft, almost casual. "Handle them."
A High-Level Elder stepped forward. Mid True Lord Realm. Golden qi rippled from his body. Space bent. Mountains shivered. Rivers whispered under the weight of his presence. He did not need weapons, formations, or armies. His will alone was enough.
He extended a hand toward the Northern Holy Emperor Court.
A single gesture. A faint wave of golden qi.
The ground shook. Towers cracked.
Palaces Crumbled Under this Invincible Pressure.
Formations collapsed. Troops fell to their knees. Dynasty banners wilted in mid-air.
The Northern Holy Emperor Court's emperor, seated on his black-gilded throne, gaped. His strongest cultivators—Peak Mortal Transcending—felt as if the heavens themselves had come down and smothered them.
Another gesture. Another sweep of the golden aura. And just like that, the Northern Holy Emperor Court submitted.
No blood. No battle. No resistance. Only awe, fear, and recognition of inescapable supremacy.
The High-Level Elder retracted his hand. The ground stilled. The courts, the lords, the generals—all kneeled, heads bowed, hearts broken by the invisible weight of the Nine God Dynasty.
Feng Hao's voice rang out, calm and absolute:
"Serve the Nine God Dynasty. Obey. Expand. Maintain your positions, but remember—your authority exists because of my will, not your own."
The Northern Holy Emperor Court had no choice but to comply. A dynasty that once believed itself untouchable had been reduced to subordination without so much as a clash.
The northern region's map shifted silently. Feng Hao's control expanded, absolute, unchallenged, irreversible.
The Northern Holy Emperor Court had barely regained its composure from the overwhelming, invisible force of submission when Feng Hao's voice carried across the region. Calm. Inevitable. Unyielding.
"Emperor of the Northern Holy Court," he said, his golden aura threading through mountains and rivers like molten sunlight. "Come to me. Bring your sons, your concubines, your trusted high-level officials, and your officers. Every one of them. All must bow before the Nine God Dynasty."
Silence fell over the court. The once-proud emperor—whose cultivators had trained for Millenniums, whose dynastic lines had ruled northern territories for Hundreds of thousands of years.—felt the weight of an invisible hand pressing down. His strongest combatants, Peak Mortal Transcending at most, could not even breathe freely under the aura of a single High-Level Elder from Feng Hao's dynasty.
The emperor's face twisted, pride warring with survival instinct. He opened his mouth, but words died on his tongue. The submission had been enforced. Resistance was meaningless.
Golden light spread subtly across the Northern Holy Emperor Court, nudging their movements like an unseen tide. Orders that once carried authority now seemed fragile and hollow.
Finally, trembling, the emperor nodded. "We… will come," he said, voice low, strained—but obedient. "All of us. To the Nine God Dynasty. Supreme Emperor Feng Hao…"
The High-Level Elder at Mid True Lord Realm, standing silently nearby, merely gestured faintly, and the court's soldiers, generals, and officials instinctively moved, arranging themselves for travel, their fear and awe of the Nine God Dynasty evident in every step.
Feng Hao's golden eyes scanned the region. Calm. Detached. This was not triumph. It was order restored. Everything beneath the Nine God Dynasty now knew its place.
He spoke once more, quiet, precise:
"Come quickly. The Nine God Dynasty does not wait."
And so the Northern Holy Emperor, along with his sons, concubines, and highest officers, prepared to appear before Feng Hao—not as rulers, but as vassals, under the authority of a Mortal Tier 11 Heavenly Dynasty that had crushed every force in its path.