Nine God Dynasty — Current Status
Tier: Mortal Heavenly Dynasty — Tier 11
Supreme Emperor: Feng Hao — Half-Step Sky Devastating
Dynasty Population: 38.7 billion (soldiers, elders, citizens, cultivators, and vassal populations included)
Territory: 498.3 million km² (spanning the northern region, including all newly-subdued Tier 12 dynasties)
National Power: 100 trillion
Golden light bathed the capital as Feng Hao stood atop the Heaven-Command Platform, his aura rippling like molten sun. The subdued Tier 12 dynasties of the northern region had gathered—kneeling, yet their pride still flickering faintly in their eyes.
Feng Hao's voice carried effortlessly across the assembly, calm, indifferent, yet impossible to ignore:
"Rise."
One by one, the leaders of each dynasty lifted their heads, gazes flicking nervously toward him. They had survived under his hand, witnessed his dynasty's strength, and yet they did not know the full extent of his power.
Feng Hao's golden eyes scanned the assembly. Then, with a subtle gesture, a golden light formed in the air, multiplying, materializing into small, crystalline pills that shimmered with primordial energy.
"Each of you will receive a reward," he said. "A token of recognition… and an opportunity. One hundred Lord-Level Breaking Pills per dynasty. Use them wisely."
The crowd gasped. Even the oldest emperors, accustomed to Tier 12 privileges, felt their hearts skip. One Lord-Level Breaking Pill alone had required at least 300,000 years of accumulated resources and cultivation energy to obtain. And now—Feng Hao was handing 100 of them to each dynasty, like distributing grains of sand.
A subtle, almost imperceptible ripple of energy emanated from the pills. Each contained the concentrated essence needed to allow Peak Mortal Transcending cultivators to break through to the Lord Realm—a transformation so rare, so arduous, that even ambitious emperors had dreamed of it without hope.
The leaders of the dynasties looked at one another, awe and disbelief mingling with gratitude. This was more than a gift—it was a royal mandate, a testament to Feng Hao's authority. To accept meant to acknowledge his supremacy; to refuse… was unthinkable.
Feng Hao's gaze lingered on the assembly, calm yet commanding:
"Take them. Strengthen your dynasties. Serve as vassals to the Nine God Dynasty, and your people will prosper. Fail… and even these pills will not save you."
Without hesitation, the Supreme Elders stepped forward, distributing the pills with absolute precision, ensuring each dynasty received exactly 100. The air shimmered with the aura of possibility—the faint glow of untapped potential.
The leaders of the Tier 12 dynasties bowed, fully aware of what they had received, and the true weight of Feng Hao's authority. A single glance at him reminded them of the futility of resistance.
The Nine God Dynasty had not just subdued the northern forces—it had reshaped their potential, handed them the keys to evolution itself, and cemented its place as the unchallenged apex of mortal power in the region.
Golden light continued to swirl around the capital as the Tier 12 dynasty leaders received the Lord-Level Breaking Pills. Each crystal-like pill seemed impossibly small, yet within it contained the culmination of hundreds of millennia of cultivation energy.
One by one, the leaders carefully placed the pills before the ancestral altars of their dynasties. Faint incense smoke curled upward, mingling with the golden radiance.
"This… this is… unprecedented," murmured an elderly emperor of the Frostveil Dynasty, his voice trembling. "With even a single pill, our ancestors could ascend. A hundred… we might… preserve them all."
The Supreme Elders of the Nine God Dynasty moved silently through the assembly, their presence ensuring that every pill reached its intended target. The pills were not consumed by the living—they were offered to ancestors whose lifespans were nearing their natural end, their essence intertwined with the dynasty's future.
As each pill was absorbed by the ancestral spirits, the air shimmered. Golden qi, infused with the essence of Mortal Lord realm cultivation, spread outward from the altars. One by one, the ancestors' spectral forms glowed, their auras deepening from mortal transcending to the Lord Realm.
Some of the ancient dynasties' ancestors, whose lifespans had been approaching the end of their natural limits, now breathed anew, their spiritual presence strengthened a hundredfold. The faint, brittle veins of their mortal essence became like molten gold, stabilizing the dynasties and reinforcing the foundations of their realms.
"You… you've given life back to them," whispered another emperor, tears brimming in his eyes. "The Nine God Dynasty… Feng Hao… your generosity surpasses all precedent."
Yet Feng Hao did not respond. His golden eyes swept over the entire northern assembly, calm and unyielding. His intention was clear: he reshaped the northern region not by coercion alone, but by granting true potential to those who submitted.
The ancestral breakthroughs had an immediate effect. Across each Tier 12 dynasty, the foundations strengthened, the laws of the land stabilized, and the influence of each dynasty became more secure than it had been in centuries. Even the loyal generals and ministers felt the subtle improvement in their own qi, their formations now resonating with the newly fortified dynastic authority.
The Tier 12 leaders bowed deeply once more, gratitude and awe written plainly on their faces. They had been subdued—but they had also been empowered, their ancestors lifted to the Lord Realm, their legacies preserved for millennia to come.
The Nine God Dynasty's golden light washed over the northern region once more. Feng Hao's hand remained lifted—silent, casual, and absolute. This was not just conquest; it was dynastic reshaping on a scale no one else could match.
The sun hung high over the northern plains, its rays scattering across the golden banners of a minor Tier 7 dynasty. Among the soldiers drilling in the courtyard, one figure stood apart—not from arrogance, but from the quiet intensity of someone observing everything with calculating eyes.
He was Liang Chen, a Son of Heaven—heir to the Azure Moon Dynasty, a respectable Tier 7 mortal force in the northern region. His black hair caught the light as he adjusted the ceremonial robes of his rank, his gaze sweeping over the formations.
He was not native to this world. Only recently had he transmigrated from Earth, transported into a realm where cultivation and dynasties shaped reality itself. He had learned quickly—the basics of qi, of formations, of the strange new laws—but the world was still raw, overwhelming, and far beyond what he had imagined.
"Father… the northern patrol reports unusual activity near the Nine God Dynasty border," a steward whispered.
Liang Chen frowned slightly. "The Nine God Dynasty…?" His voice carried the faint accent of Earth, roughened by months of study, and tinged with disbelief. "That's… Tier 11 now, isn't it?"
"Yes, Your Highness," the steward replied, bowing. "They've been consolidating their power after… recent conflicts.
Liang Chen's jaw tightened. Tier 11? In the northern region? A dynasty so vast it could crush his father's dynasty in moments? Yet there was something else gnawing at him—not fear, but curiosity. A force that strong… if he could survive, if he could learn, the potential gains were unimaginable.
He walked across the courtyard, the soldiers falling silent at his presence. "Prepare a small reconnaissance team," he said, his voice steady. "I want to see them myself. Not to fight… not yet. I need to understand."
Deep in the Nine God Dynasty, Feng Hao's golden eyes shifted, sensing a ripple—a new presence, young but perceptive, entering the northern region. The faint pulse of potential, combined with the subtle aura of someone who had trained elsewhere and carried Earthly experience, brushed against the perimeter of his awareness.
Feng Hao did not move yet. He did not need to. Some presences required observation first.
Liang Chen adjusted his robes once more, taking a deep breath. A Son of Heaven from a Tier 7 Mortal Dynasty, he felt the weight of his father's legacy, the ambitions of his dynasty, and the unfamiliar power of this world pressing upon him. Yet the fire in his chest burned the same as always—he would survive, adapt, and rise.
From here, his first encounter with the Nine God Dynasty, and with Feng Hao himself, would begin—but he had no idea what a half-step Sky Devastating emperor could do.
Liang Chen exhaled, adjusting his ceremonial robes. He had a system—The Strongest Boasting System—ticking quietly in the back of his mind.
[The Strongest Boasting System Activated]
Reward mechanism: The higher the cultivation of those who believe your boasts, the greater the growth you gain.
He smirked. On Earth, he had always been able to talk big. Here? Talking big would literally make him stronger, if he played it right.
"Tier 11 dynasty… vast armies… half-step Sky Devastating emperor… pfft," he muttered under his breath, voice low but confident. "Doesn't sound too scary for a Son of Heaven."
System Notification:
"Boast Accepted. Observers of higher cultivation detected: 3 Peak Golden Core, 12 Early Golden core. Expected reward: minor cultivation growth."
Liang Chen's eyes sparkled. "Alright… let's see who's brave enough to believe me."
He strode through the courtyard, speaking loud enough for a few passing generals to hear:
"I, Liang Chen, Son of Heaven of the Azure Moon Dynasty, shall one day unify all Tier 7 dynasties of this northern region and challenge even the Tier 12 forces!"
A few soldiers paused, exchanging skeptical glances. Their cultivations were modest—some early Mortal Transcending, a few mid—but one of the Peak Golden core scouts raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at Liang Chen.
System Notification:
"Belief detected. Observer: Peak golden core. Reward granted: minor boost to spiritual veins. Cultivation progress +0.3%."
Liang Chen chuckled softly. He already felt the subtle shift in his qi, the faint pulse in his dantian growing stronger. One boast, and one believer—not much yet, but enough to know this system could explode in power if he played it right.
He paused, looking north, where the Nine God Dynasty loomed beyond the horizon. "If even one Peak Mortal Transcending emperor believes I can stand against them… maybe it's enough to start turning the tide in my favor."
The Strongest Boasting System hummed faintly. It was subtle, unassuming—but in the right hands, it could become Liang Chen's secret ladder to power, entirely different from the overwhelming might of Feng Hao's dynasty.