Elite Divine Soldiers
Ranked perfectly.
No wasted motion.
Cultivation:
➡ Peak Sky Devastating Realm
Elite among elites.
Their bodies and souls were already refined for future leaps—mass-produced foundations for terrifying armies.
1-Star Heavenly Generals
Their arrival bent space slightly.
Cultivation:
➡ peak True Lord Realm
Each one carried battlefield suppression authority.
Against lesser forces, their presence alone could decide wars.
1-Star Heavenly Marshals
The pressure deepened when they manifested.
Cultivation:
➡ Heavenly lord Realm
They were not frontline units.
They were anchors.
Placed correctly, they could suppress Spirit-Level forces long enough for annihilation.
Mid-Level Heavenly Kings
These newly unlocked rulers stepped forward, expressions composed.
Cultivation:
➡ Equivalent to Mid-Level Elders
Core Elders
Five hundred figures materialized in perfect order.
Their presence alone caused internal laws of the dynasty to align more cleanly.
Cultivation Rule:
Always one major realm higher than Supreme Elders
Current Supreme Elder Level:
Early Great Heavenly Lord Realm
Core Elders
Always 1 major realm above Supreme Elders
Realm: Early Supreme Lord
Sequence Elders
Fifty figures stepped out next.
Their eyes were sharp. Cold. Absolute.
They did not carry administrative law.
They carried judgment.
Cultivation Rule:
Always one major realm higher than Core Elders
Sequence Elder Cultivation:
➡ Sequence Elders
Always 1 major realm above Core Elders
Realm: Early Heavenly Supreme Lord
The formation arrays lowered themselves slightly in their presence.
They were not meant to rule.
They were meant to end things.
Ancient Elders
Ten figures stepped forward.
Old men. Old women.
Timeless.
When they appeared, the Divine Mountain Barracks' fate veins stilled, as if afraid to breathe.
Cultivation Rule:
Always one major realm higher than Sequence Elders
Silence followed.
A long one.
One of the original Supreme Elders finally exhaled.
"…So these are the ones meant to sleep beneath the dynasty."
Living calamities.
National deterrents.
Existence-level anchors.
They bowed—not to Feng Hao's position—but to his will.
Ancient Elders
Always 1 major realm above Sequence Elders
Realm: Early Ancestral Lord
Dragon Guard Commanders: True Lord Realm ✅
Each commander can control entire Dragon Guard legions autonomously.
Current Status After Summoning All Units
Previous National Power: ~900 Trillion
With fully summoned forces and Elder Hall output: ~100 Quadrillion
Conversion to Power+ notation (1 Trillion = 1 Power+; 1 Quadrillion = 1,000 Power+):
100 Quadrillion = 100,000 Trillion
So in Power+: 100,000 Power+
✅ National Power: 100,000 Power+
The golden light of the Nine God Dynasty stretched across the northern horizon, pulsating like a living heart. Feng Hao's gaze lingered on the distant Thunderclap Temple, the ancient Spirit-Level powerhouse that had stood unchallenged for over ten thousand years. From here, the scale of the Temple was evident: billions of square kilometers, hundreds of billions of souls, and a recently ascended Heavenly Lord anchoring its power.
But Feng Hao did not move himself. He did not need to.
From the Divine Mountain Barracks, a single Core Elder stepped forward. His cultivation radiated Early Supreme Lord Realm, far above even the Supreme Elders. A wave of pressure emanated from him—a quiet, suffocating force that did not break mountains or rivers, did not flash as lightning or roar like storms. It simply demanded submission.
The Thunderclap Temple trembled—not from the attack, but from the sheer inevitability of his presence. Across the vast courtyards, within the ancestral halls where tens of thousands of cultivators meditated, a ripple passed. The elders and rulers of the Temple bowed subtly—not to Feng Hao, not to the Core Elder, but to the overwhelming authority pressing down on the very air around them.
One of the oldest ancestors of Thunderclap Temple, his hair like drifting silver clouds and eyes gleaming with centuries of comprehension, exhaled slowly.
"You… are extraordinary," he murmured. "But we are not defeated. Only… recognized."
The Core Elder did not speak. He did not act. He merely radiated the weight of a dynasty's will, folding the Temple into submission. Its defenses, formations, and the thousands of cultivators within acknowledged the force and yielded. The Temple, for the first time in its history, bent to another without a single drop of blood spilled.
From the Temple's ancestral hall, the eldest ancestor spoke directly—his voice now carrying the clarity of revelation, not authority.
"Feng Hao… your dynasty has broken the threshold of Spirit-Level power with unprecedented scale. Our Temple submits willingly. But… you are not alone in this northern region. There are… others, Spirit-Level forces of comparable stature, spread across neighboring Regions. Each has endured for Million years. Each commands loyalty, population, and territory rivaling ours."
The Core Elder withdrew, and the pressure faded, leaving the Thunderclap Temple fully subordinated to Feng Hao. Yet the warning hung in the air: the northern region was a chessboard of titanic powers, and the Nine God Dynasty now had ten Spirit-Level forces to contend with beyond Thunderclap Temple.
Feng Hao's golden eyes narrowed. This was just the beginning.
Feng Hao's golden eyes swept across the northern horizon. The Spirit-Level Tier 3 Dynasty in Region 200 was unlike anything he had cataloged before. Not a single region—but 200 regions under one banner, each humming with spiritual law and cultivation arrays older than many mortal civilizations.
From the surface, the numbers were staggering:
Population: ~a few trillion souls (all meticulously managed, cultivated, and disciplined)
Territory: ~500 billion km² (mountains, plains, rivers, islands, deserts, and seas—all infused with spiritual energy and ley-line networks)
Supreme Cultivators: Multiple Ancestral Lord level powerhouses, some even on the verge of Great Ancestral Lord Realm, their presence stabilizing entire regions, their auras alone capable of crushing Spirit Tier Forces .
Spirit-Level Forces Under Them: Nearly 50 Tier 1–2 Spirit-Level sub-dynasties, acting as autonomous governors, military anchors, and tributary administrators. Each force commanded its own armies, elite cultivators, and sacred formations.
From Feng Hao's perspective, observing through Heavenly Dao strands, it became clear:
Each region had its own provincial Spirit-Level elders ranging from True Lord Realm to Heavenly Lord Realm, with formations capable of channeling the dynasty's spiritual power across continents.
The dynasty's Ancestral Lord anchors were not just individual cultivators—they were walking mountains of authority, capable of projecting pressure over entire planetary-scale regions.
Even the distant Thunderclap Temple's Core Elder submission would barely register in comparison to the raw, multitrillion-scale dominion of this Spirit-Level Tier 3 dynasty.
Feng Hao's mind expanded, calculating the strategic implications:
"200 regions… trillions of people… hundreds of billions of square kilometers… Ancestral Lords anchoring every key node… This isn't just a dynasty. It's a civilization-wide fortress of cultivation."
Yet even faced with such overwhelming scale, Feng Hao did not flinch. His Core Elders, Sequence Elders, Ancient Elders, and Dragon Guard Commanders radiated pressure across the northern regions, forcing recognition from even the most ancient auras.
"Interesting," he murmured, "so many pillars in place. Let's see which ones are brittle."
With the Thunderclap Temple subdued, he now had a clear map of Spirit-Level forces:
10 Spirit-Level Great or Super-Force sect, dynasties and clans nearby, each anchored in separate regions
Tier 3 Dynasty of Region 200, a multitrillion population empire, 500 billion km², with Ancestral Lord powerhouses
50 Tier 1–2 Spirit-Level forces under that dynasty, spread across tributary regions
Feng Hao's golden aura pulsed, the Nine God Dynasty's Power+ reading climbing further, the strategic board completely visible. Every force, every region, every cultivator was now quantifiable, manipulable, and within reach.
"It's time," he whispered. "The Regional balance must shift completely… and the board is mine to move."