Three Thousand Immortal Island — Final Day
Silence.
Not the dead kind.
The kind that had been breathing for three thousand years.
Deep within the island's core cave, Feng Hao sat unmoving on the stone platform. Dust had long since stopped settling. Time itself had learned to step lightly around him.
His breathing was steady.
Too steady.
The Dao around him no longer surged or trembled—it flowed, as naturally as blood through veins.
Then—
His eyelids twitched.
A single breath escaped his lips.
Exhale.
The sound was soft.
But the instant it left his chest—
The island shuddered.
Not violently.
Not destructively.
Like a living thing realizing something inside it had awoken.
Feng Hao opened his eyes.
For a moment, there was no light inside them.
Then—
Purple-gold radiance ignited.
Not blazing.
Not domineering.
Ancient.
So ancient it felt older than cultivation itself.
Feng Hao frowned slightly and rolled his shoulders.
"…Three thousand years already?"
He stood.
The stone platform beneath him turned to fine dust—not crushed, not shattered, simply unable to exist anymore.
He took one step forward.
The cave walls rippled like water and parted on their own.
Outside, the sky above Three Thousand Immortal Island darkened.
Not with clouds.
With pressure.
The Step That Shook Heaven
The moment Feng Hao stepped out of the cave—
A trace leaked.
Just a trace.
No intention.
No suppression.
Simply existence.
Purple-golden qi spilled out subconsciously, washing over the island like a slow tide.
Mountains bent.
Immortal formations screamed.
Three thousand layered spaces overlapped, unable to maintain separation under his presence.
Far away—
In the Imperial Hall—
The Mountain-and-Seas Map detonated with light.
Elders who had been calmly discussing affairs froze mid-sentence.
An Ancient Elder's tea cup evaporated in his hand.
"…What," he whispered, eyes widening, "is that?"
A Supreme Elder stood abruptly, chair turning to ash behind him.
"That pressure—no—wait—"
Another elder's voice trembled.
"This isn't Heavenly Ancestral Lord."
Silence fell.
Then—
Realization.
"No…"
"…That's impossible."
"…Even with time dilation—"
The oldest Ancient Elder slowly clenched his fist.
"Eternal Ancestral Lord."
The words fell like thunder.
Elders' Shock
The elders vanished.
Not teleportation.
Instinct.
They appeared above Three Thousand Immortal Island just as Feng Hao lifted his head and looked around, squinting slightly at the sunlight.
"…Feels stiff," he muttered. "Should've stretched more often."
The elders stared.
Hard.
This wasn't fear.
This was incomprehension.
A High-Level Elder swallowed.
"Junior…"
His voice cracked.
"How many realms did you cross?"
Feng Hao blinked and thought for a moment.
"…Eleven? Maybe twelve. I lost count around Supreme Dao transitions."
Dead silence.
An Ancient Elder laughed.
Once.
Short.
Sharp.
Then stopped.
"Bullshit."
Even the polite Supreme Elder couldn't help himself.
"Junior. This isn't funny."
Feng Hao looked genuinely confused.
"…Is it not?"
The oldest Ancient Elder descended slowly, eyes locked onto Feng Hao like he was staring at a monster wearing a familiar face.
"Listen carefully."
"Even with Three Thousand Immortal Island's time ratio—"
"Even with perfect Dao foundations—"
"No living being crosses eleven major realms in three thousand years."
He paused.
"…Not even us."
Feng Hao scratched his cheek again, embarrassed.
"I did daily sign-ins."
The elders: "..."
"I summoned units every day too."
Silence deepened.
"…Every day?"
Feng Hao nodded.
"No breaks."
One elder's mouth twitched.
Another pinched the bridge of his nose.
The Ancient Elder finally exhaled slowly.
"…You really are our junior."
Then, quieter—
"And a freak."
The Pressure Everyone Felt
Feng Hao finally noticed the strained expressions.
"Oh—sorry."
He consciously suppressed his aura.
The purple-golden pressure vanished instantly.
The sky cleared.
Formations stabilized.
Only then did the elders breathe properly again.
But the damage was done.
They had felt it.
That wasn't borrowed power.
That wasn't dynasty amplification.
That was him.
The Supreme Elder laughed bitterly.
"We worried about heirs…"
Another elder shook his head.
"At this rate, the heavens will need heirs to survive him."
Feng Hao smiled faintly.
"…I told you I needed seclusion."
The Ancient Elder stared at him for a long moment.
Then nodded once.
"You were right."
A beat.
"…And we were wrong."
That admission alone shook the heavens more than his aura ever could.
Return of the Junior
The elders didn't bow.
They never would.
But the way they looked at Feng Hao had changed.
Not reverence.
Not fear.
Something deeper.
"…Welcome back," the Ancient Elder finally said.
Feng Hao clasped his hands and bowed properly.
"As your junior."
The elders laughed—this time, freely.
And far beyond Three Thousand Immortal Island—
Across 200 Spirit Regions,
Across thousands of newly ascended dynasties,
Across countless Divine Soldiers, Commanders, Generals, Elders—
Every unit felt it.
A familiar presence.
Not commanding.
Not suppressing.
Just… there.
The The Great Emperor had returned.
And the world, once again—
Was not ready.
Divine Soldiers — From Mortals to Ancestors
Divine Soldiers
Peak Mortal Transcending → Ancestral Lord Realm
A Divine Soldier dropped his weapon.
His knees hit the ground hard enough to crack stone.
His body burned.
Then refined.
Then stabilized.
His flesh no longer leaked qi.
His bones no longer aged.
His soul anchored to the Dao.
An Ancestral Lord.
A soldier.
He laughed shakily.
"…I was guarding a gate yesterday."
Entire barracks fell silent.
Then roared.
They weren't elites.
They were immortal foundations now.
Divine Cavalry — Dynasties Beneath Their Hooves
Divine Cavalry
Mid Lord Realm → Mid Great Ancestral Lord Realm
The war-beasts screamed as bloodlines detonated awake.
Ancient horns curved outward.
Scales hardened into Dao-inscribed armor.
Eyes gained awareness.
A cavalry commander stared at his mount.
"…You can speak?"
The beast lowered its head.
We have always followed the strongest.
One charge now carried ancestral annihilation force.
A cavalry legion could trample Spirit-Level hegemon domains into history.
Divine Captains — Divine Authority Awakened
Divine Captains
Early True Lord → Divine Ancestral Lord
Their command auras didn't expand.
They condensed.
Orders became law.
A captain raised his hand.
An entire rebellious region knelt.
Not out of fear.
Out of inevitability.
A Divine Captain muttered:
"…So this is divine command."
Divine Commanders — Peak of Divine Ancestry
Divine Commanders
Peak True Lord → Peak Divine Ancestral Lord
Territorial authority fused directly to their souls.
Probability bent.
Cause and effect softened.
A commander entered a chaotic battlefield—
The chaos stopped.
Reality decided he was right.
Divine Generals — Eternal Threshold Crossed
Divine Generals
Early Heavenly Lord → Early Eternal Ancestral Lord
Domains formed.
Not symbolic.
Eternal.
A Divine General exhaled slowly.
"…I can feel time avoiding me."
A single one could now dominate an entire Spirit-Level region personally.
Divine Marshals — Wars End Before Beginning
Divine Marshals
Mid Heavenly Lord → Peak Eternal Ancestral Lord
Law curved around them instinctively.
Formations aligned without instruction.
Enemy strategists vomited blood mid-calculation.
Wars no longer reached the battlefield.
They ended at the planning stage.
Imperial Guard — Walking With the Emperor
Imperial Guard
→ Same Realm as Feng Hao (Ancestral Lord)
They did not celebrate.
They simply stood straighter.
Their shadows deepened.
They were no longer guards.
They were extensions.
Dragon Guards — Loyalty Becomes Existence
Dragon Guards
Early Lord → Early Heavenly Ancestral Lord
Their loyalty sharpened into identity.
To betray Feng Hao would be to erase themselves.
One Dragon Guard whispered:
"…Even death wouldn't take me from him."
Dragon Guard Commanders — Dao Battlefield Seers
Dragon Guard Commanders
Supreme True Lord → Great Taoist Lord
Their eyes reflected futures.
They could command multiple Eternal Ancestral Lords simultaneously.
One smiled faintly.
"…Now I can keep up."
Elite Divine Soldiers — Core Combat Forces
Elite Divine Soldiers
Early True Lord → Heavenly Ancestral Lord
They weren't elites anymore.
They were pillars.
Placed anywhere, they stabilized reality.
Heavenly Command Units
1-Star Heavenly Generals
Peak Supreme Lord → Peak Great Taoist Lord
Their presence shattered morale.
Enemy cultivators fled before seeing them.
1-Star Heavenly Marshals
Great Supreme Lord → Heavenly Taoist Lord
Strategic calamities.
Positioned correctly, they rewrote fate lines.
Elder Hall — The Elders Go Silent
The Elder Hall did not shake.
It deepened.
Low-Level Elders
Great Heavenly Supreme Lord → Peak Supreme Taoist Lord
Administrative authority became absolute.
Mid-Level Elders
Early Ancestral Lord → Divine Taoist Lord
They could suppress Spirit-Level forces directly.
High-Level Elders
Peak Ancestral Lord → Half-Step Dao Lord
They became deterrents.
Existences nations avoided angering.
Supreme Elders
Early Great Ancestral Lord → Great Dao Lord
The ceiling shattered.
They were no longer defenders.
They were fate-shapers.
Sovereign Alignment — The True Pillars
Core Elders
→ One Major Realm Above Supreme Elders
Current Cultivation : Heavenly Dao lord.
Living administrative laws.
Entire territories stabilized by their presence.
Sequence Elders
→ One Major Realm Above Core Elders
Law incarnate.
Current cultivation: Supreme Dao lord
Execution authority unquestionable.
Ancient Elders
→ One Major Realm Above Sequence Elders
Current cultivation : Holy dao lord
They opened their eyes.
And the heavens listened.
Aftermath — The Elders Look at Feng Hao
Feng Hao exited seclusion.
Still calm.
Still respectful.
"Elders," he said, cupping his fists.
"I have troubled you."
The Elder Hall was silent.
Then an old elder laughed bitterly.
"Troubled us?"
Another snorted.
"Brat, you dragged us eleven realms forward."
A Supreme Elder sighed, rubbing his temples.
"We told you to cultivate slowly."
Feng Hao smiled faintly.
"…I tried."
They stared at him.
Not as an emperor.
Not as a god.
But as the junior they raised—
Who had walked so far ahead that even they now followed his shadow.