The Supreme One aims to become the Creator God, the Maker of all things. Only by becoming the Creator God can one rule all the realms and become the god of all gods.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One has traveled in silence, without a trace. The Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe but could not find him, because he had already entered other realms. Although no one knows exactly what he is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking greater power to bring him closer to the throne of the Creator God.
Yang Hao thought of an even more shocking truth: right now, they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single realm, yet they hadn’t even managed to defeat the Elder Council in this realm.
But how many realms had the Supreme One already conquered? How many realms was he secretly controlling? And how many Elder Councils existed across the multiverse?
This realization sent a chill down Yang Hao’s spine. In other words, even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could rule the entire universe, it would still only be within one realm.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could always launch counterattacks from other realms, even full-scale invasions.
The Supreme One’s power was practically inexhaustible.
Unless… unless Yang Hao could kill the Supreme One himself.
Just as Yang Hao had this utterly rebellious thought, suddenly, all the universes and all the forces within them surged into his mind.
All kinds of energies, the laws of various spaces, even the methods of creating space and entering different realms—like a tidal wave, they poured into Yang Hao’s mind.
What had been hidden within the Chenyue was the secret of space itself.
This was also the secret behind Tian Xuanzi’s rapid ascension to the Golden Immortal level.
As his divine consciousness leapt out of the Chenyue, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, which relieved him. The next part was simple. After mastering the secret of space, Yang Hao used the golden light to channel energy into his body, slicing Hun Yuanzi’s location into another space and placing him there temporarily for safety.
In this way, no matter how powerful the golden light became, it could no longer harm him.
After properly securing his master, Yang Hao finally allowed himself to fully embrace the golden light’s baptism. His body was restructured by the energy of life, his form reborn and refined, better adapting to immense power and spatial transitions.
When the final thick beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a surge of milky white light—this was the “First Light,” the radiance released when one first ascends to immortality.
This First Light, at its brightest, could illuminate the entire universe, announcing to all that another immortal was about to be born.
But the First Light had another, far less desirable function—it would summon the Heavenly Tribulation.
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though no one knows what he has been doing there, one thing is certain: he must be searching for even greater power, something that would bring him one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—right now, they were only fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions has the Supreme One already conquered? How many has he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils exist?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council, even if the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One still existed, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless…
Unless Yang Hao could destroy the Supreme One himself.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, all the dimensions, all the forces of the universe, suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Countless energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
It turned out that hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of space itself.
This was also the reason why Tian Xuanzi had ascended to the rank of Golden Immortal so swiftly.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hunyuanzi had not yet completely vanished, and he sighed in relief. What followed was much simpler—having mastered the secrets of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body and shifted Hunyuanzi into another dimension, placing him there for temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely relocated, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form more suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had a far less welcome effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the sky, it was the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Many years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers. But this ascent was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by enduring this ordeal could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the heavens, while dark clouds gathered like spilled ink above.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.” But Tian Xuanzi’s worry wasn’t that it was too powerful—it was that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold tribulation—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed that the hundredfold tribulation would strike all at once, meaning that if everyone combined their strength, they could endure it together—life or death decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation, with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final and most devastating.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three tribulations in succession. Surviving even one was nearly impossible, let alone three. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would fall solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a Rogue Immortal. How could he possibly survive the third wave—a hundredfold tribulation?
Not just Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope based on the first theory. But if the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the truth was now undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently gathered in the sky, dark clouds layering upon themselves into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they couldn’t give up now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once mighty rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They had long yearned for vengeance.
But even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
So today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s doom would be sealed.
When the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took form, a massive silver bolt of lightning—thick enough to engulf several men—struck down at Yang Hao, who hovered in midair.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly sprang into action. With a single finger pointed skyward, he intercepted the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
BOOM! BOOM!!
The tribulation blasted Tian Xuanzi back, leaving him charred and battered. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength was utterly drained.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao endure the next.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by swirling crimson flames. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was gathering.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was what an immortal faced when ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most devastating tribulation known to them.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
With Tian Xuanzi wounded and out of commission, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before, and now they had to lead the charge.
As nine thunderous explosions shook the heavens, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to consume the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test, and often annihilate, them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this soul-scorching fire, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for the immortals and the gods to free the universe from the Supreme One’s grasp.
Fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks of multicolored energy exploding like fireworks.
It was only at this moment that Yang Hao, still dazed from his ascension, finally regained full consciousness.
He looked up—just in time to see the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation, only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been endured. But as the immortals crashed to the ground, they knew—this was the Hidden Immortal Realm’s last stand. The third tribulation would be Yang Hao’s alone to face.
But could he truly survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they had not lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force beyond even the control of Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator could wield such might with ease.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first shaped the gods and mortals, he established a strict hierarchy—a system where no one could disrupt the balance.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation and grow as powerful as the gods.
To prevent chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a trial to eliminate those who came too close to godhood.
If anyone could survive it, they would be exceedingly rare.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard—he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding.
And the means of enforcing this order? The final tribulation—the hundredfold tribulation. This was the Creator’s wrath, his refusal to let anyone surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to transcend the Golden Immortal realm. A Rogue Immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it.
But this was the Hidden Immortal Realm. Here, the tribulation was amplified a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate trial descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished. Even the sound of the wind was gone.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
A strange sensation—like being trapped in a glass room. He hadn’t left this world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but freezing time? That was a skill only the gods possessed.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and witnessed a miracle in the sky.
Blinding golden rays filled the heavens. From within this radiance, an enormous golden dragon descended.
This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, dazzling beyond measure. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—a force intrinsic to the world itself.
Like… the power of the Creator.
The golden dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty alone paralyzed Yang Hao. And with the immortals frozen in time and space, no help would come.
Yang Hao despaired.
Because he realized—this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true god-dragon, wielding its full divine might.
And the power radiating from it surpassed any Black Dragon Yang Hao had ever encountered.
This golden dragon’s strength eclipsed even the high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
If Yang Hao hadn’t known the Creator was long dead, he might have mistaken this dragon for the world’s maker.
The golden dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It opened its maw and exhaled—a golden breath.
That was all it took.
By tradition, the dragon would leave after this breath. After all, no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand its exhale. There was no need to linger and watch its victim dissolve into nothingness.
But as the dragon began its ascent, it suddenly heard a voice below.
“HAH!!”
Yang Hao’s roar.
“HAH!!!”
The dragon could hardly believe its ears. Even the Creator would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out?
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power, striving to draw closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this dimension alone, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions has the Supreme One conquered? How many has he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils exist?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council, even if the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remains, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power is nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself is destroyed.
The moment this heaven-defying thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions, all forces, suddenly surged into his consciousness like a tidal wave.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind in an instant.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the secret behind Tian Xuanzi’s rapid ascension to Golden Immortal.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hunyuanzi had not yet completely dissipated, and he sighed in relief. What followed was much simpler. Having grasped the mysteries of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body, slicing Hunyuanzi’s location into another dimension, temporarily relocating him to a different space.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely relocated, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form more suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that another immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it would summon the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it was the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Many years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times stronger was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, hovering mid-air. But this was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to endure the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. He recognized this tribulation—he had experienced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s concern wasn’t that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times stronger—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming tribulation, meaning that if everyone pooled their strength, life or death would be decided in one strike.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation, with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final test.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation. Surviving this was nearly impossible. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal—how could he possibly withstand the third wave, a hundred times stronger?
Not just Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope for Yang Hao’s survival based on the first theory. But if the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the facts were undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they couldn’t give up now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for millennia. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
But even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s doom would be sealed.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took form. A massive silver lightning bolt, as thick as several men, streaked toward Yang Hao, floating in mid-air.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly surged forward. With a single hand raised to the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
**BOOM!! BOOM!!!**
Tian Xuanzi was blasted back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength was utterly drained.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had staked his life. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao endure the remaining trials.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by fiery crimson clouds gathering once more.
The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity of their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most powerful tribulation known to them.
This tribulation was ten times stronger than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
With Tian Xuanzi injured and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals of the Hidden Immortal Realm stood at the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before, and now, they had to lead once more.
With nine thunderous cracks, the Divine Inferno descended like a raging storm.
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal present.
**”HAH!!”**
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even slay them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this tribulation, it would be worth it if Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope—the sole chance for the immortals, the gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
Fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks of multicolored light exploding like fireworks.
At this very moment, Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome. But the immortals, now sprawled on the ground, knew this was their limit. The final tribulation—Yang Hao would have to face it alone.
But could Yang Hao truly survive?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they were long dead.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power. This force surpassed even the control of Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such power freely.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator established the gods and mortals, he intended a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation methods, growing as strong as the gods.
To prevent chaos, the Creator embedded the Heavenly Tribulation within the cosmos—a trial to eliminate those who approached godhood.
If anyone could survive the tribulation, their numbers would be few.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals were merely equal to high gods—never beyond.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation. This was the Creator’s wrath, ensuring no one could surpass his perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass Golden Immortal power. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it.
But this was the Hidden Immortal Realm. The tribulation was amplified a hundredfold.
And so, the final tribulation descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. Not only could he no longer hear the shouts of the immortals—even the sound of the wind had vanished.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
This was a strange sensation. Yang Hao felt as though he were trapped in a glass room—still within the world, yet completely detached from it.
Worse, he saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique—but freezing time was a skill exclusive to the gods.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up—and witnessed a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden light filled the heavens. Within this radiance, a massive golden dragon descended.
This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, dazzling beyond measure. Atop its head was a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—a force that seemed intrinsic to the world itself.
A power akin to the Creator’s.
The golden dragon descended like a deity, its mere presence immobilizing Yang Hao. With the surrounding immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Yang Hao despaired.
For he realized—this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true god, its power far surpassing any Black Dragon he had encountered.
In fact, this golden dragon’s strength exceeded even high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s maker.
The golden dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden dragon’s breath—directly at Yang Hao.
That was enough.
By tradition, the dragon would depart after this breath, for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand it. There was no need to linger and watch its victim turn to ash.
But as the dragon began to ascend, a sound came from below.
**”HAH!!”**
Yang Hao’s furious roar echoed through the stillness.
The dragon could hardly believe it. Even the Creator would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out?
The Dan Ding opened, and Yang Hao slowly floated out. The First Light on his body, like feathers, lifted him into the air. But this floating was not merely for show—Yang Hao was about to endure the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this trial could he truly become an immortal.
A rumbling thunder echoed from the sky, like war chariots rolling from the horizon. Dark clouds gathered overhead like ink.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes revealing a flicker of concern. He was very familiar with this tribulation—he had experienced it before.
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though no one knows what he has been doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power, striving to draw closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—right now, they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension. And even within this one dimension, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many had he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council, even if the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe—it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could summon forces from other dimensions to counterattack at any moment—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, all the dimensions, all the forces of the multiverse, suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Countless energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of space itself.
This was also the secret behind Tian Xuanzi’s rapid ascension to the Golden Immortal realm.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely dissipated, and he sighed in relief. What followed was much simpler—having mastered the mysteries of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body and shifted Hun Yuanzi into another dimension, placing him in temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden radiance. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form capable of wielding immense power and traversing dimensions.
When the final, colossal beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it was the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting.
Many years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times more powerful was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated upward, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers. But this ascent was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by enduring this ordeal could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry was not that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming tribulation—meaning they could pool their strength to endure it, with life or death decided in one stroke.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation, with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final test.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three tribulations. Surviving that would be nearly impossible. Even if all the immortals combined could withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal—how could he possibly survive a hundredfold tribulation?
Not only Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Their earlier hope for Yang Hao’s survival had been based on the first theory. If the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the truth was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently gathered in the sky, dark clouds swirling into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. In their current state, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
When the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took shape, a colossal silver bolt of lightning—thick enough to engulf several men—struck down at Yang Hao, who hovered in midair.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly sprang into action. With a single finger pointed skyward, he intercepted the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
BOOM! BOOM!!
Tian Xuanzi was blasted back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength was utterly spent.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They knew he had staked his life—by taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao endure the next.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by raging crimson flames gathering in the sky. The “Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to the Golden Immortal realm—the most devastating tribulation known to them.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
With Tian Xuanzi wounded and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before, and now they had to lead once more.
As nine thunderous explosions shook the heavens, the Infernal Fire descended like a divine scourge.
Unlike ordinary tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to consume the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even slay them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this divine fire, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for immortals and gods alike to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
Fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks exploding like fireworks in every color imaginable. It was only at this moment that Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been endured. But as the immortals crashed to the ground, they knew this was the Hidden Immortal Realm’s last stand. The third and final tribulation would be Yang Hao’s alone to face.
But could Yang Hao truly survive?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they were long dead.
No immortal or god in the present world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such might with ease.
At its core, the Heavenly Tribulation was indeed a power left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first established the gods and mortal races, he intended to create a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system of balance.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation methods to rival the gods.
To prevent chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation within the cosmos—a force to eliminate those who came too close to godhood.
If anyone could survive such a tribulation, they would be exceedingly rare.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard—he would never allow any being to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation. This was the Creator’s true wrath, his refusal to let any being surpass his perfect gods.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass the Golden Immortal realm. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it. But this was the Hidden Immortal Realm—where tribulations were amplified a hundredfold. And so, the ultimate trial descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished, even the sound of the wind ceased.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, adrift in a separate space.
The sensation was surreal—Yang Hao felt as though he were trapped in a glass room. He had not left this world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, he saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but freezing time—that was a skill unique to the gods.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up and witnessed a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden rays filled the heavens as a massive golden dragon descended. This dragon, forged as if from pure gold, was dazzling beyond compare. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, radiating power beyond Yang Hao’s imagination.
It was as if this power was intrinsic to the world itself—the very essence of creation.
Like… the power of the Creator.
The golden dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty alone immobilized Yang Hao. With the other immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true divine dragon, wielding power far beyond any black dragon he had ever encountered.
This golden dragon’s might surpassed even high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
If Yang Hao had not known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s maker.
The golden dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden breath.
That was enough. By tradition, the dragon would depart after this, for no being—not even a Golden Immortal or high god—could survive its breath.
There was no need to linger and watch its victim be reduced to ashes.
But as the dragon began its ascent, it suddenly heard a voice below.
“HAH!” Yang Hao roared. “HAH!!”
The dragon could scarcely believe its ears. Against its breath, even the Creator would hesitate—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out.
Tian Xuanzi’s concern was not because this tribulation was extremely powerful, but because it was surprisingly weak—almost as weak as a regular tribulation.
This was not good news.
Because no one had ever ascended in the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew they would face a tribulation a hundred times stronger, but they did not know its exact nature.
They had once debated fiercely. One faction believed it would be a direct descent of a tribulation a hundred times stronger, and as long as everyone endured it together, it would be a matter of life or death decided in one go.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They believed that the tribulation in the Hidden Immortal Realm would be divided into three stages. The first would be a regular tribulation, without any amplification. The second would be ten times stronger—already quite formidable. Only the third would be the true tribulation a hundred times stronger.
If this latter theory was correct, it meant Yang Hao would have to endure three tribulations. This was almost impossible to survive. Even with all the immortals’ help, they might barely survive the first two waves. The final wave would have to be faced by Yang Hao alone.
Even if Yang Hao had ascended, he was only a wandering immortal. How could he possibly survive a tribulation a hundred times stronger?
Not only Tian Xuanzi realized this—every immortal nearby had noticed as well.
Their expressions were grim. Previously, they had thought Yang Hao still had a slim chance of survival, based on the first theory. But if it really was the second scenario, then even attempting was pointless.
But the reality was right before them.
The Supreme One aims to become the Creator God, the Architect of all things. Only by attaining the status of the Creator God can one rule over all dimensions and become the God of all realms.
That is the ultimate goal of the Supreme One.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Executors expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power to bring himself one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator God.
Yang Hao then thought of an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to overthrow the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many realms had he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
This realization sent a chill down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was virtually inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, all the dimensions of the universe, all the forces within them, suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Countless energies, the laws governing spatial manipulation, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Chen Yue was the secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the very secret that had allowed Tian Xuanzi to ascend to the rank of Golden Immortal so swiftly.
When his divine sense emerged from the Chen Yue, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, and he sighed in relief. What followed was much simpler—having grasped the mysteries of space, Yang Hao used the golden energy flowing into his body to shift Hun Yuanzi’s location into another dimension, placing him in temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden radiance. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form better suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it was the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Years ago, they had each relied on magical treasures and the aid of their peers to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
As the Great Dan Ding opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. But this ascent was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, a trace of worry in his eyes. He recognized this tribulation—he had experienced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s concern wasn’t that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold tribulation—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming strike—a do-or-die moment where everyone would pool their strength to endure it.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. The third would be the true hundredfold tribulation.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation—an almost impossible feat. Even if all the immortals combined could withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still just a loose immortal—how could he possibly survive the third wave, a hundred times more devastating?
Not only Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Their earlier hope that Yang Hao might survive had been based on the first theory. If the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the reality was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Immortal Seclusion Realm for millennia—once supreme rulers of the cosmos, now humiliated by the Supreme One’s deception. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder finally took shape—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, streaking toward Yang Hao, who hovered in midair.
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi raised a single hand toward the heavens, pointing directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM!!!
The impact sent Tian Xuanzi hurtling back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his strength drained away.
Yet, astonishingly, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first wave.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself to spare their strength for the tribulations yet to come.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only for fiery crimson clouds to gather anew. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, summoning their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was what immortals faced when ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most devastating tribulation known.
This one was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
With Tian Xuanzi incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Immortal Seclusion Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before—now, they would lead the charge.
As nine thunderous explosions shook the heavens, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysm.
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself, seeking to consume the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to purge them from existence.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in these flames, preserving Yang Hao’s life was worth it. He was their only hope—the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to escape the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks exploding like fireworks in every direction.
At this very moment, Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno—then falling like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome. But the immortals, now sprawled on the ground, knew they had reached their limit. The final wave—the hundredfold tribulation—would be Yang Hao’s alone to face.
But could he survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they had not lived to tell.
Neither immortals nor gods in this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force beyond even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator God could wield such might with ease.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was the Creator God’s mechanism to maintain order. When he created gods and mortals, he established a strict hierarchy—one that could not be disrupted.
But the Creator God also foresaw that mortals, with their ingenuity, would eventually discover cultivation and rival the gods.
To prevent chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a trial to eliminate those who approached godhood.
If anyone could survive it, they would be exceedingly rare.
Yet the Creator God had one final safeguard—he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold strike. This was the Creator God’s wrath, ensuring none could surpass his perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass Golden Immortals. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but the Immortal Seclusion Realm amplified it a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate tribulation descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly found himself in utter silence—no voices of the immortals, not even the sound of wind.
He seemed isolated, adrift in a separate space.
It was a surreal sensation—as if trapped in a glass room. He had not left this world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen—the immortals motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine art, but halting time? That was a skill unique to the gods.
Yang Hao jerked his head up—and witnessed a miracle in the sky.
Blinding golden light filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. Its body gleamed like forged gold, radiant beyond measure. Atop its head was a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—like the very essence of the world itself.
Like the power of the Creator God.
The dragon descended with divine majesty, its mere presence immobilizing Yang Hao. With the other immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Despair gripped Yang Hao—true despair.
This dragon was not bound by any seal—it was a true god, its power eclipsing any Black Dragon Yang Hao had ever encountered.
In fact, this Golden Dragon surpassed even high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator God was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s architect.
The Golden Dragon did not linger. It opened its maw and exhaled—a golden breath.
That was enough. By precedent, the dragon would depart after this strike—for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand its breath.
There was no need to watch its victim dissolve into nothingness.
But as the dragon began its ascent, a sound stopped it.
“HAH!!”
Yang Hao’s roar echoed defiantly.
The Golden Dragon could scarcely believe it. Even the Creator God would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being still lived?
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply: “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao at a time like this.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once mighty rulers of the universe, they had been so shamefully deceived by the Supreme One. They had longed for revenge.
Unfortunately, even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to the power of a Saint Domain peak upon exiting. With their current abilities, they had no chance of defeating the Supreme One.
So today was not only Yang Hao’s chance—it was the only hope for all the immortals. If they could forge a new immortal, then the Supreme One’s doom would come.
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council extended their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be searching for even greater power, something that will bring him one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to overthrow the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many realms had he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council, even if the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe—it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment summon forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless…
Unless Yang Hao destroyed the Supreme One himself.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions, all forces, suddenly surged into his consciousness like a tidal wave.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into his mind in an instant.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of space itself.
This was also the secret behind Tian Xuanzi’s rapid ascension to the Golden Immortal realm.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely dissipated, and he sighed in relief. What followed became much simpler. Having mastered the mysteries of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden light’s energy into his body, slicing the space where Hun Yuanzi resided and relocating him to another dimension for temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form capable of withstanding immense power and dimensional shifts.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that another immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting outside.
Many years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—one a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. But this was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like spilled ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry wasn’t that it was too strong—but that it was too weak, barely matching an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold amplification—but not what form it would take.
They had debated fiercely. One faction believed the tribulation would strike with a hundredfold force all at once, meaning they could pool their strength to endure it—life or death decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They believed that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation, unamplified. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final test.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three tribulations. Surviving even the first two would require the combined strength of all the immortals. The final wave? Only Yang Hao himself could face it.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still just a loose immortal—how could he withstand the hundredfold tribulation’s third wave?
Not only Tian Xuanzi realized this—all the surrounding immortals did as well.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had believed Yang Hao had a slim chance—but only under the first assumption. If the second scenario proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the facts were undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder silently gathered in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been weakened to the peak of the Saint Realm upon leaving. In their current state, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder finally took form—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, crashing down toward Yang Hao, who floated in midair.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly surged upward, raising a single hand toward the heavens—directly intercepting the divine thunder.
**BOOM!! BOOM!!!**
Tian Xuanzi was blasted back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his strength drained away.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao face the next.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only for fiery crimson clouds to gather once more. The “Great Cataclysmic Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Cataclysmic Divine Inferno Tribulation was one that only immortals ascending to the Golden Immortal realm would face—the most devastating tribulation known.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
With Tian Xuanzi injured and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals of the Hidden Immortal Realm stepped forward. They alone had survived this tribulation before—now, they would lead the charge.
As nine thunderous cracks resounded, the Divine Inferno descended like a raging storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
**”HAH!!”**
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Cataclysmic Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test, even slay, them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this divine inferno, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to escape the Supreme One’s grasp.
Fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks of multicolored brilliance scattering like fireworks. It was only at this moment that Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Cataclysmic Divine Inferno—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome—but the immortals knew they had reached their limit. The final, hundredfold tribulation would be Yang Hao’s alone to face.
But could Yang Hao truly survive?
What would a hundredfold tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they were long dead.
No immortal or god in the current world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force beyond even the control of Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such might with ease.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first shaped the gods and mortal beings, he established a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system of balance.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation methods to rival the gods.
To prevent total chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a force to eliminate those who came too close to godhood.
If anyone could survive even this, their numbers would be vanishingly few.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard—he would never allow any being to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding.
And the means of enforcing this order? The final tribulation—the hundredfold amplification. This was the Creator’s true wrath, ensuring no one could surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass the Golden Immortal realm. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but this was the Hidden Immortal Realm. Here, the tribulation was magnified a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate trial descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished—even the sound of the wind ceased.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
A strange sensation—like being trapped in a glass room. He had not left this world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless—time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but freezing time? That was a skill only the gods possessed.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and witnessed a miracle in the sky.
Blinding golden light filled the heavens as a massive golden dragon descended. This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, its brilliance unmatched. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, radiating power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as if this power was intrinsic to the world itself—the very essence of creation.
Like the power of the Creator.
The golden dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty alone immobilized Yang Hao. And with the immortals frozen by the time-stop and spatial severance, no help would come.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true divine dragon, wielding power far beyond any Black Dragon he had encountered.
This golden dragon’s might surpassed even high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s maker.
The golden dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden draconic breath.
That was enough. By precedent, the dragon would depart after this breath, for no being—not even a Golden Immortal or high god—could survive it.
There was no need to watch as the target was reduced to ashes.
But as the dragon began ascending, a sound came from below.
**”HAH!”**
Yang Hao’s roar.
**”HAH!!”**
The dragon could scarcely believe it. Against its breath, even the Creator would hesitate—yet this insignificant creature below still had the strength to cry out.
The Supreme One’s ambition is to become the Creator, the God of All. Only by attaining the status of the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and become the God of All Dimensions.
That is the ultimate goal of the Supreme One.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Executives expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what he has been doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power to bring himself one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then thought of an even more staggering truth—right now, they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension. And even within this dimension alone, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many dimensions had he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
This realization sent a chill down Yang Hao’s spine. In other words, even if Yang Hao could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was virtually inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this heaven-defying thought flashed through Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions and all powers suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing spatial manipulation, even the methods to create spaces and traverse different dimensions—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
It turned out that hidden within the Chen Yue was the secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the very secret that had allowed Tian Xuanzi to rapidly ascend to the rank of Golden Immortal.
When his divine sense emerged from the Chen Yue, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, which reassured him. What followed became much simpler. Having grasped the secrets of space, Yang Hao used the golden energy flowing into his body to carve out a separate space for Hun Yuanzi, relocating him to another dimension for temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to receive the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, and his reborn form became far more adaptable to immense power and spatial transference.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had a far less welcome function—it would summon the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the surrounding immortals who had been waiting all along.
Many years ago, they had each relied on magical treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
As the Great Dan Ding opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into midair. But this was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to endure the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled across the sky like war chariots rolling in from the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes betraying a trace of worry. He recognized this tribulation—he had experienced it himself.
This Heavenly Tribulation was called the “Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s concern was not that it was too powerful, but rather that it was too weak—almost as weak as an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a tribulation a hundred times stronger—but they did not know what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed that the hundredfold tribulation would descend all at once, meaning that if everyone pooled their strength, life or death would be decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the tribulation would be divided into three stages. The first would be an ordinary tribulation with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third would be the true hundredfold tribulation.
If the latter theory held, it meant Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation—a nearly impossible feat. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had already ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal. How could he possibly survive the third wave—a hundredfold tribulation?
Not only had Tian Xuanzi realized this, but all the surrounding immortals had as well.
Their expressions were grim. Earlier, they had believed Yang Hao stood a slim chance of survival—but that was based on the first theory. If the second scenario proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the facts were undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation silently brewed in the sky, the dark clouds layered upon themselves, forming a massive vortex. There was no turning back now.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Immortal Seclusion Realm for a thousand years. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, free to come and go as they pleased, they had been utterly humiliated by the Supreme One’s deception. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them—Golden Immortals—had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Thus, today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s doom would be sealed.
When the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation finally took shape, a colossal silver bolt of lightning—thick enough to engulf several men—struck down at Yang Hao, who hovered in midair.
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi sprang into action. With a single hand raised toward the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM!! BOOM!!!!
The tribulation blasted Tian Xuanzi back, leaving his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from Tian Xuanzi’s mouth as his strength was utterly spent.
Yet, astonishingly, the entire Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation had been blocked by Tian Xuanzi alone.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, all the immortals trembled. They understood—Tian Xuanzi had staked his life to shield them, ensuring they could conserve their strength to help Yang Hao withstand the remaining tribulations.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by roiling crimson flames gathering in the sky. It seemed the “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, each summoning their most powerful treasures. The gravity of their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to Golden Immortal status—arguably the most devastating tribulation known to them.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation.
Tian Xuanzi was severely injured, nearly incapacitated. The remaining three Golden Immortals in the Immortal Seclusion Realm now stood at the forefront—only they had survived this tribulation before, and now they would have to lead once more.
With nine thunderous explosions, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this inferno did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. Its flames sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!” Over fifty immortals soared into the sky simultaneously, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they charged headlong into the tribulation.
These immortals were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the most lethal trial for immortals—its flames seemed tailor-made to annihilate them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in these soul-scorching flames, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. For he was their only hope—the sole chance for the immortals, the gods, and the entire cosmos to escape the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, their clash erupting in a dazzling explosion of multicolored sparks. It was only at this moment that Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he witnessed the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky, one by one.
The second tribulation had been overcome. But the immortals who crashed heavily to the ground knew full well—this was the limit of their strength. The third and final tribulation would rest entirely on Yang Hao.
But could Yang Hao truly survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation look like? No one knew—no one who had seen it had lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force that far surpassed the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such power with ease.
In essence, the Heavenly Tribulation was a force left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first established the gods and ordinary intelligent beings, he intended to create a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system of balance.
But the Creator also knew that, given time, mortals would discover cultivation methods to elevate themselves to godlike strength.
To prevent total chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a mechanism to eliminate those who approached divine power.
If anyone could withstand the tribulation, their numbers would be vanishingly few.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard—he would never allow any being to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals could only match them, never exceed them.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation. This was the Creator’s true wrath, his absolute refusal to let any being surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to transcend the Golden Immortal realm. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but this was the Immortal Seclusion Realm, where tribulations were amplified a hundredfold. Thus, the ultimate trial had descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence envelop him. Not only could he no longer hear the shouts of the immortals—even the sound of the wind had vanished.
It was as though he had been severed from reality, adrift in an isolated pocket of space.
The sensation was surreal. Yang Hao felt as though he were trapped inside a glass house—still within the world, yet utterly detached from it.
Moreover, he saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique—but halting time was a skill exclusive to the gods.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and beheld a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden rays forced him to squint. Within that radiance, an enormous golden dragon descended. This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, its brilliance unmatched. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, pulsing with power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as though this power was intrinsic to the world itself—the very essence of creation.
As if it were… the power of the Creator.
The golden dragon swooped down like a deity descending to earth. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty alone paralyzed Yang Hao. And with the surrounding immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Yang Hao despaired—truly, utterly despaired.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal—it wielded the full might of a god. Moreover, the power radiating from it dwarfed even the black dragons he had encountered before.
This golden dragon’s strength surpassed even high-ranking gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all else.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have mistaken this dragon for the world’s architect.
The dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It opened its maw and exhaled a single breath—a golden breath.
That was all it took. By precedent, the dragon would depart after this breath, for neither Golden Immortals nor high gods could withstand its power. There was no need to linger and watch its victim dissolve into nothingness.
But as the dragon began its ascent, a voice suddenly rang out from below.
“HAH!” Yang Hao roared. “HAHH!!”
The dragon could scarcely believe its ears. Against its breath, even the Creator would hesitate—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out.
Boom!! Boom!!!!
Tian Xuanzi was violently struck back, his entire body charred. Even as a Golden Immortal, he could not defy heaven’s will. Tian Xuanzi spat blood under the onslaught of the tribulation, his strength completely drained.
The Supreme One aims to become the Creator, the Architect of all existence. Only by ascending to the status of the Creator can he dominate all dimensions and reign as the god of every plane.
That is the ultimate goal of the Supreme One.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Executives expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power, striving to draw closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then considered an even more staggering reality: they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to overthrow the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One truly conquered? How many planes had he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could summon forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The power of the Supreme One was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions and all forces suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing spatial manipulation, even the methods to create spaces and traverse different planes—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Chen Yue was the profound secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the very secret that had allowed Tian Xuanzi to rapidly ascend to the rank of Golden Immortal.
When his divine consciousness emerged from the Chen Yue, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, and he sighed in relief. What followed became much simpler. Having grasped the mysteries of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy flowing into his body to shift Hun Yuanzi’s location into another dimension, temporarily sheltering him there.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely relocated, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden radiance. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, and his reborn form became far more adaptable to immense power and spatial transference.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
Yet the Primordial Light also carried an unwelcome function: it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Years ago, they had relied on their treasures and the aid of their peers to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
As the Great Dan Ding opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. But this ascent was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to endure the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry was not that it was too powerful, but rather that it was too weak—almost as feeble as an ordinary tribulation.
This was no good sign.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold tribulation—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed that the full hundredfold power would strike at once, meaning that if everyone united to withstand it, life or death would be decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final and deadliest.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation—a near-impossible feat. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal. How could he possibly survive the third wave—a hundredfold tribulation?
Not only Tian Xuanzi but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Their earlier hope that Yang Hao might survive had been based on the first theory. If the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the truth lay before them.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Immortal Seclusion Realm for millennia. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
Thus, today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took form—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick enough to engulf several men, striking down at Yang Hao as he hovered in the air.
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi surged forward. With a single hand raised to the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM!!!
Tian Xuanzi was blasted back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength was utterly drained.
Yet, astonishingly, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first wave.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao face the remaining trials.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only for fiery crimson clouds to gather anew. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most devastating tribulation known to them.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
With Tian Xuanzi severely wounded and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Immortal Seclusion Realm stepped forward. They alone had survived this tribulation before, and now they would lead the charge once more.
As nine thunderous explosions shook the heavens, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire specifically designed to test and even annihilate them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this soul-scorching blaze, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks erupting like dazzling fireworks.
At this very moment, Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome, but the immortals who crashed to the ground knew all too well that this was the limit of their strength. The third and final tribulation would rest entirely on Yang Hao.
But could he truly survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation even look like? No one had ever seen it—or if they had, they were long dead.
Neither immortals nor gods in this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such might with ease.
At its core, the Heavenly Tribulation was indeed a mechanism left by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first established gods and mortals, he intended to enforce a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system where chaos was forbidden.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation methods to rival the gods.
To prevent total disorder, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation within the cosmos—a force to eliminate those who approached divine power.
If anyone could withstand the tribulation, their numbers would be few.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched their power, never exceeding it.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation. This was the Creator’s wrath, ensuring no one could surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass Golden Immortal power. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but the Immortal Seclusion Realm amplified it a hundredfold. Thus, the ultimate tribulation descended upon him.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished, even the sound of the wind ceased.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
This strange sensation made Yang Hao feel as though he were trapped in a glass room—still within the world, yet utterly detached from it.
Worse, he saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals stood motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but halting time was a skill exclusive to the gods of the Shining Race.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and witnessed a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden rays filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. This dragon, forged as if from pure gold, was resplendent beyond measure. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, radiating power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as if this power was intrinsic to the world itself—the very essence of creation.
Like… the power of the Creator.
The dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty paralyzed Yang Hao. With the other immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true god of the Shining Race, its power far surpassing any Black Dragon he had encountered.
This Golden Dragon’s might eclipsed even high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s architect.
The Golden Dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden draconic breath—directly at Yang Hao.
That was enough. By precedent, the dragon would depart after this breath, for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand it.
There was no need to linger and watch its victim reduced to ashes.
Yet as the dragon ascended, it suddenly heard a voice below.
“HAH!!” Yang Hao roared. “HAH!!!”
The Golden Dragon could scarcely believe its ears. Against its breath, even a god would falter—yet this insignificant being still had the strength to cry out.
He had practically used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, all the immortals trembled. They knew—Tian Xuanzi was sacrificing himself. By intercepting the first tribulation with his own body, he was allowing the other immortals to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao withstand the remaining tribulations.
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council extended their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though no one knows what he has been doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power, something that would bring him one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then thought of an even more staggering truth. Right now, they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension—and even within this dimension, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many had he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine.
In other words, even if Yang Hao could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless…
Unless Yang Hao destroyed the Supreme One himself.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, all the dimensions, all the forces of the multiverse, suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Countless energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
It turned out that hidden within the Chen Yue was the secret of spatial mysteries.
This was also the very reason why Tian Xuanzi had ascended to the Golden Immortal realm so swiftly.
When Yang Hao’s divine sense emerged from the Chen Yue, he saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely dissipated, and he sighed in relief. What followed was much simpler. Having mastered the secrets of space, Yang Hao used the golden energy flowing into his body to shift Hun Yuanzi’s location into another dimension, placing him in a temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden radiance. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form more suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
So when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it was the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all this time.
Many years ago, they had each relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
The Great Dan Ding opened, and Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. But this was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like spilled ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, a trace of worry in his eyes. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.”
Tian Xuanzi’s concern wasn’t that this tribulation was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Because no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a tribulation a hundred times stronger—but they didn’t know what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates. One faction believed that the tribulation would simply descend with a hundredfold increase in power, meaning that if everyone combined their strength, life or death would be decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They believed that undergoing tribulation in the Hidden Immortal Realm would split the trial into three stages. The first would be an ordinary tribulation, with no increase in power. The second would be ten times stronger, already incredibly dangerous. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final test.
If the latter theory was correct, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation. Surviving this was nearly impossible. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal—how could he possibly survive the third wave, a hundred times more powerful than normal?
Not only had Tian Xuanzi realized this—all the surrounding immortals had as well.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had thought Yang Hao still had a sliver of hope—but that was based on the first theory. If the second scenario was true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the truth was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently gathered in the sky, the dark clouds layered upon themselves, forming a massive vortex. There was no turning back now.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they couldn’t give up now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once, they had been supreme beings who ruled the cosmos freely—yet they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They had long yearned to escape and seek vengeance.
But even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been sealed to the power of only the Saint Realm’s peak upon leaving. With their current strength, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
So today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took form. A massive silver lightning bolt, as thick as several men, streaked toward Yang Hao, who floated in midair.
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi acted. With a single hand raised toward the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM! BOOM!!
Tian Xuanzi was blasted back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his strength was utterly drained.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his own Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, all the immortals trembled. They understood—he had given everything. By taking the first tribulation upon himself, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao face the remaining trials.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by blazing crimson clouds, heralding the arrival of the “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation.”
The immortals rose to their feet, each drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to the Golden Immortal realm—the most devastating tribulation known to exist.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
Tian Xuanzi was wounded, nearly incapacitated. The remaining three Golden Immortals of the Hidden Immortal Realm stood at the forefront—only they had survived this tribulation before, and now they had to lead once more.
With nine thunderous cracks, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they charged headlong into the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test, and often erase, those who dared to ascend.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this soul-scorching flame, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for the immortals, the gods, and the entire cosmos to escape the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks erupting like dazzling fireworks.
It was at this moment that Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
He looked up—just in time to see the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation, then falling like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome—but the immortals who crashed to the ground knew this was the Hidden Immortal Realm’s last stand. The third and final tribulation would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But could he truly survive?
What would a hundredfold tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they had not lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such might with ease.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a power left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first shaped the gods and mortal beings, he established a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system where chaos was forbidden.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would one day discover cultivation and seek to rival the gods.
To prevent this imbalance, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a trial meant to erase those who came too close to divine power.
If anyone could survive such a tribulation, their numbers would be vanishingly few.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard: he would never allow any being to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals could only match them—never exceed them.
And the instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold trial. This was the Creator’s true wrath, his refusal to let any being surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to transcend the Golden Immortal realm. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but this was the Hidden Immortal Realm, where tribulations were amplified a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate trial descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished—even the sound of the wind ceased.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
This was a strange sensation. Yang Hao felt as though he were trapped in a glass room—still present in the world, yet completely detached from it.
Worse, he saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique—but stopping time was a skill unique to the gods.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and witnessed a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden light filled the heavens. From within this radiance, an enormous golden dragon descended. This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, its brilliance unmatched. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, pulsing with power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as if this energy was intrinsic to the world itself—the very power of creation.
As if it were… the power of the Creator.
The golden dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty alone immobilized Yang Hao. And with the immortals frozen by the halted time and severed space, none could aid him.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
For he realized that this dragon was not bound by any seal. It possessed the full might of a divine dragon—and the power radiating from it surpassed even the black dragons he had encountered before.
This golden dragon’s strength eclipsed even the high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
If Yang Hao hadn’t known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s maker.
The dragon coldly approached, wasting no time. It opened its maw and exhaled—a golden breath.
That was all it took.
By precedent, the dragon would leave after this single breath—for in this world, neither Golden Immortals nor high gods could withstand its fury. There was no need to linger and watch its victim dissolve into nothingness.
But as the dragon began its ascent, it suddenly heard a voice below.
“HAH!!”
Yang Hao’s roar. “HAH!!!”
The dragon could scarcely believe it. Against its breath, even a god would falter—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out.
The Supreme One aims to become the Creator God, the Architect of all things. Only by ascending to the status of the Creator God can he rule over all dimensions and become the deity of every plane of existence.
That is the ultimate goal of the Supreme One.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Executives expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though no one knows what he has been doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power, striving to draw closer to the divine throne of the Creator God.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth. Right now, they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension—and even within this one, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions has the Supreme One already conquered? How many has he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils exist?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council, even if the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions and all forces suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the profound secret of space.
This was also the very mystery that had allowed Tian Xuanzi to ascend to the rank of Golden Immortal so swiftly.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, and he sighed in relief. What followed became much simpler. Having mastered the secrets of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body and shifted Hun Yuanzi into another dimension, placing him in temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely relocated, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden radiance. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, and his reborn form became far more suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect: it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it was the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their peers to survive their own tribulations. But today, a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. But this was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like spilled ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had endured it himself.
This was the “Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry wasn’t that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation—but not what form it would take.
They had debated fiercely. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming strike—a do-or-die moment where everyone would pool their strength to resist.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation, with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the ultimate test.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation. Surviving all three seemed impossible. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two, the final wave would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal—how could he possibly survive the hundredfold tribulation?
Not just Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope based on the first theory. But if the second proved true, even attempting resistance would be futile.
Yet the facts were undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder silently brewed in the sky, the dark clouds layered upon themselves, forming a massive vortex. There was no turning back now.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for millennia. Once mighty rulers of the cosmos, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
But even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. As they were now, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder finally took shape—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, striking down at Yang Hao as he floated in the air.
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi surged forward. With a single hand raised toward the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM! BOOM!!
The tribulation blasted Tian Xuanzi back, leaving him charred and battered. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood spilled from his lips as his strength drained away.
Yet, astonishingly, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first wave.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength for the next waves.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by swirling crimson flames. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was what immortals faced when ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most devastating tribulation known.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
With Tian Xuanzi wounded and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm stepped forward. They alone had survived this tribulation before—now, they would lead the charge.
As nine thunderous cracks echoed, the Divine Inferno descended like a raging storm.
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to consume the very essence of every immortal present.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even erase them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this inferno, preserving Yang Hao’s life was worth it. He was their only hope—the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks exploding like fireworks in every direction.
At this very moment, Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
He looked up—just in time to see the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno, then falling like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome. But the immortals, now sprawled on the ground, knew they had reached their limit. The third and final tribulation—the hundredfold strike—would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But could he survive it?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they were long dead.
No immortal or god in existence had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator God could wield such power freely.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left by the Creator God to maintain order. When he created gods and mortals, he established a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system.
But the Creator God also knew that mortals, with their ingenuity, would eventually discover cultivation methods to rival the gods.
To prevent chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a trial to eliminate those who approached divine power.
If anyone could survive even this, their numbers would be vanishingly few.
Yet the Creator God had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them—never exceeding.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold strike. This was the Creator God’s wrath, ensuring no one surpassed his perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass Golden Immortal status. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it. But within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the tribulation was amplified a hundredfold—and so, the ultimate trial descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals, even the sound of the wind—all vanished.
He seemed isolated, adrift in a separate dimension.
It was a surreal sensation—as if trapped in a glass room. He hadn’t left the world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless—time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but halting time? Only the gods of the Flash Clan possessed such power.
Yang Hao jerked his head up—and witnessed a miracle in the sky.
Blinding golden light filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. Its body gleamed like forged gold, radiant beyond measure. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—a force intrinsic to the world itself.
Like… the power of the Creator God.
The dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty pinned Yang Hao in place. With the immortals frozen and space severed, no help would come.
Yang Hao despaired.
For he realized—this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true god-dragon, its power eclipsing even the Black Dragons he had faced before.
This golden dragon surpassed high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator God was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s architect.
The dragon coldly descended, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden blast—toward Yang Hao.
That was all it took. By precedent, the dragon would leave afterward—for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand its breath.
There was no need to linger and watch the target be reduced to ashes.
But as the dragon began its ascent, a sound stopped it.
“HAH!!”
Yang Hao’s roar echoed through the stillness.
The dragon could scarcely believe it. Even the Creator God would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being still had voice left?
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be seeking even greater power, striving to draw closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to overthrow the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many realms had he secretly controlled? How many Elder Councils existed across the multiverse?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate this universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions and all powers suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the secret behind Tian Xuanzi’s rapid ascension to the Golden Immortal realm.
When Yang Hao’s divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, he saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, which brought him some relief. What followed was much simpler—having grasped the secrets of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body and shifted Hun Yuanzi’s location into another dimension, placing him in a temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form capable of withstanding immense power and dimensional shifts.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that another immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the surrounding immortals who had been waiting.
Many years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times stronger was about to descend.
As the Great Dan Ding opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers. But this ascent was not merely for show—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had experienced it himself.
This Heavenly Tribulation was called the “Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry was not that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew they would face a hundredfold tribulation—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed the tribulation would strike with a hundredfold force all at once, meaning they could pool their strength to endure it—life or death decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They believed the tribulation would come in three waves: the first, an ordinary tribulation with no amplification; the second, ten times stronger and already formidable; and the third, the true hundredfold tribulation.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation—an almost impossible feat. Even if all the immortals combined could withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal—how could he possibly survive the third wave, a hundred times stronger?
Not only Tian Xuanzi but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope based on the first theory. But if the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the reality was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once mighty rulers of the cosmos, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, were reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
The Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation finally took form—a massive silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, streaked toward Yang Hao as he floated in the air.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly sprang into action. With a single finger pointed skyward, he intercepted the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt.
**BOOM! BOOM!!**
Tian Xuanzi was blasted back, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength was exhausted.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They knew he had risked everything—by taking the first tribulation upon himself, he had spared them to conserve their strength for the next waves.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only for fiery crimson clouds to gather once more. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity of their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to the Golden Immortal realm—the strongest known tribulation in existence.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt.
With Tian Xuanzi injured and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals of the Hidden Immortal Realm stepped forward. They alone had survived this tribulation before—now, they would lead the charge.
As nine thunderous explosions echoed, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
**”HAH!!”**
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even slay them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this divine fire, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for the immortals, the gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks exploding like dazzling fireworks. It was only then that Yang Hao, still dazed from his ascension, finally regained consciousness.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome, but the fallen immortals knew they had reached their limit. The final, hundredfold tribulation would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But could Yang Hao truly survive it?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation look like? No one knew—no one who had seen it had lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such might.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator fashioned the gods and mortals, he established a strict hierarchy to prevent chaos.
Yet the Creator also knew that mortals, with their ingenuity, would eventually discover cultivation and grow as powerful as the gods.
To prevent total disorder, the Creator embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a means to cull those who approached godhood.
If anyone could survive the tribulation, their numbers would remain few.
But the Creator had one final safeguard—he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation. This was the Creator’s wrath, ensuring no one could surpass his perfect gods.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass the Golden Immortals. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but this was the Hidden Immortal Realm, where tribulations were amplified a hundredfold. Thus, the ultimate trial had come.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. Not only were the shouts of the immortals gone—even the sound of the wind had vanished.
He seemed isolated, adrift in a separate dimension.
It was a strange sensation—as if trapped in a glass room. He had not left this world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique—but freezing time was a skill unique to the gods.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and witnessed a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden rays filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. This dragon, forged as if from pure gold, was resplendent beyond measure. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, radiating power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as if this power was intrinsic to the world itself—the power of the Creator.
The dragon descended like a deity, its mere presence immobilizing Yang Hao. With the immortals frozen and space severed, no help would come.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal—it was a true god, its power far surpassing any Black Dragon he had encountered.
This Golden Dragon’s might eclipsed even the high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s maker.
The Golden Dragon coldly approached without hesitation, exhaling a single breath—a golden breath.
That was all it took. By precedent, the dragon would depart after this breath, for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand it.
There was no need to watch its victim dissolve into nothingness.
But as the dragon ascended, it suddenly heard a voice below.
**”HAH!”** Yang Hao roared. **”HAH!!”**
The Golden Dragon could hardly believe its ears. Even the Creator would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being still lived?
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be searching for even greater power, something that will bring him one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one dimension, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions has the Supreme One already conquered? How many has he secretly controlled? And within the multiverse, how many Elder Councils exist?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remains, he can summon forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power is nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself is destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions and all forces suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the reason why Tian Xuanzi had ascended to the Golden Immortal realm so swiftly.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hunyuanzi had not yet completely vanished, which reassured him. What followed was much simpler—armed with the secrets of spatial manipulation, Yang Hao channeled the golden light’s energy into his body, slicing the space where Hunyuanzi resided and relocating him to another dimension for temporary refuge.
This ensured that no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally embrace the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form capable of wielding immense power and enduring spatial transference.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” emitted when one first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times more powerful was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers. But this ascent was not merely for show—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This Heavenly Tribulation was called the “Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry was not that it was too powerful, but that it was too weak—barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times stronger—but they did not know how it would manifest.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed that the full hundredfold tribulation would descend at once, meaning that if everyone combined their strength, life or death would be decided in a single moment.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final test.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation. Surviving this was nearly impossible. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had already ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal—how could he possibly survive the third wave, a hundred times more devastating?
Not only Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope for Yang Hao’s survival based on the first theory. But if the second scenario proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the facts were undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering upon themselves and forming a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for millennia. Once mighty rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
But even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Thus, today was not just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be imminent.
The Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity finally took form—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, streaked toward Yang Hao as he floated in the air.
Suddenly, Tian Xuanzi sprang into action. With a single hand raised toward the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending calamity.
**BOOM!! BOOM!!!**
Tian Xuanzi was violently repelled by the tribulation, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his strength was utterly drained.
Yet, against all odds, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao face the remaining trials.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by blazing crimson clouds, heralding the arrival of the “Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation.”
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity of their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation was a trial reserved for those ascending from Immortal to Golden Immortal—the most devastating tribulation known to them.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity.
With Tian Xuanzi severely injured and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before, and now they had to lead once more.
As nine thunderous explosions shook the heavens, the Infernal Fire descended like a divine scourge.
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to consume the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire designed to test, and often annihilate, them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this soul-scorching fire, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for the immortals, the gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
Fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, their clash erupting in a dazzling explosion of light. It was only at this moment that Yang Hao, still dazed from his ascension, finally regained full consciousness.
He looked up just in time to see the fifty immortals intercept the Great Thunder God’s Infernal Fire Tribulation—only to fall from the sky like withered leaves.
The second tribulation had been overcome, but the immortals knew they had reached their limit. The final, hundredfold tribulation would be Yang Hao’s alone to face.
But could Yang Hao truly survive?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had ever witnessed it, they had not lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever encountered such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator himself could wield such power with ease.
In truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first shaped the gods and mortal beings, he established a strict hierarchy to prevent chaos.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation and seek to rival the gods.
To prevent total disorder, the Creator embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a trial to eliminate those who came too close to divine power.
If anyone could survive such a trial, their numbers would be few indeed.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals could only match them, never exceed them.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation. This was the Creator’s wrath, his absolute refusal to let anyone surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to transcend the Golden Immortal realm. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but this was the Hidden Immortal Realm, where tribulations were amplified a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate trial descended.
As Yang Hao floated in the air, he suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished, even the sound of the wind ceased.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
A strange sensation—like being trapped in a glass room. He had not left this world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but freezing time? That was a skill unique to the Dragon Gods.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up—and witnessed a miraculous sight in the sky.
Blinding golden light filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. This dragon, forged as if from pure gold, was resplendent beyond measure. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, radiating power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as if this power had always existed—the very essence of the world itself.
Like the power of the Creator.
The golden dragon descended like a deity, its mere presence immobilizing Yang Hao. With the other immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Despair gripped Yang Hao—true despair.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true Dragon God, its power far surpassing any Black Dragon he had ever encountered.
In fact, this golden dragon’s strength eclipsed even the high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s maker.
The golden dragon did not linger. Without hesitation, it unleashed a breath of golden fire upon Yang Hao.
A single breath was enough. By tradition, the dragon would depart immediately after, for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand its flames.
There was no need to stay and watch its victim be reduced to ashes.
But as the dragon ascended, it suddenly heard a voice from below.
“HAH!!” Yang Hao roared. “HAH!!!”
The dragon could scarcely believe its ears. Even the Creator would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out.
Tian Xuanzi was already gravely injured, nearly incapacitated. Among the Hidden Immortal Realm’s remaining three Golden Immortals, the strongest stood at the forefront. Now, only they could withstand this tribulation.
With nine thunderous explosions, the Divine Wrath Inferno finally descended like a storm.
Awe-inspiring and terrifying!
The Supreme One aims to become the Creator God, the Architect of all things. Only by ascending to the status of the Creator God can he rule over all dimensions and become the deity of every plane of existence.
That is the ultimate goal of the Supreme One.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Executives expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what he has been doing there, one thing is certain: he must have been seeking even greater power, striving to draw closer to the divine throne of the Creator God.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many had he secretly controlled? Across the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still be just one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The power of the Supreme One was nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this audacious thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions and all forces suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the “Chen Yue” was the profound secret of space.
This was also the very mystery that had allowed Tian Xuanzi to ascend to the rank of Golden Immortal so swiftly.
When his divine sense emerged from Chen Yue, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely dissipated, and he sighed in relief. What followed became much simpler. Having mastered the secrets of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body and shifted Hun Yuanzi’s location into another dimension, temporarily sheltering him there.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, and his reborn form became far more adaptable to immense power and dimensional shifts.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it would summon the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the surrounding immortals who had been waiting.
Decades ago, they had each relied on magical artifacts and the aid of their peers to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times more powerful was about to descend.
As the Great Dan Ding opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. Yet this ascent was far from a mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to endure the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this final test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had faced it before.
This Heavenly Tribulation was called the “Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry was not that it was too powerful, but rather that it was too weak—barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times stronger—but not what form it would take.
They had debated fiercely. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming strike—a do-or-die moment where everyone would pool their strength to withstand it.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves: the first, an ordinary tribulation with no amplification; the second, ten times stronger and already devastating; and the third, the true hundredfold tribulation.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation—a nearly impossible feat. Even if all the immortals combined could withstand the first two, the final wave would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had already ascended to immortality, he was still just a Loose Immortal. How could he possibly survive the third wave—a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation?
Not only Tian Xuanzi but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope for Yang Hao’s survival based on the first theory. But if the second scenario proved true, even attempting to help would be futile.
Yet the reality was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layered upon each other, forming a massive vortex. There was no turning back now.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they could not abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Immortal Seclusion Realm for millennia. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving the realm. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Thus, today was not just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be imminent.
The Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity finally took shape—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick enough to engulf several men, striking down at Yang Hao as he hovered in the air.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly raised a single hand toward the heavens, pointing directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM!!!
The Heavenly Tribulation blasted Tian Xuanzi back, leaving him charred and battered. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood spilled from Tian Xuanzi’s lips as his strength drained away.
Yet, astonishingly, the entire Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity had been blocked by Tian Xuanzi alone.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself. By taking the first tribulation alone, he had spared the others, allowing them to conserve their strength for the next waves.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by swirling crimson flames. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful artifacts. The gravity of their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for those ascending from Flying Immortal to Golden Immortal—one of the most devastating tribulations known.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Calamity.
With Tian Xuanzi severely wounded and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals of the Immortal Seclusion Realm stepped forward. They alone had survived this tribulation before, and now they would lead the charge once more.
As nine thunderous explosions echoed, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Fifty immortals soared into the sky together, unleashing their artifacts.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the Heavenly Tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even annihilate them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this soul-scorching fire, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for the immortals and the divine races to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, their clash erupting in a dazzling explosion of light.
At that very moment, Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
He looked up just in time to see the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome, but the immortals knew they had reached their limit. The final wave—the hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation—would rest entirely on Yang Hao.
But could he survive it?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if anyone had seen it, they had not lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the divine races of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking divine beings.
Only the Creator God could wield such power at will.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left behind by the Creator God to maintain order. When the Creator God established the divine races and mortal beings, he intended to create a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable system of balance.
But the Creator God also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation methods and ascend to the level of the divine races.
To prevent chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a filter to eliminate those who came too close to divine power.
If anyone could survive the Heavenly Tribulation, their numbers would be few.
Yet the Creator God had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high-ranking divine races. Even Golden Immortals could only match them—never exceed them.
The instrument of this control was the final Heavenly Tribulation—the hundredfold strike. This was the Creator God’s wrath, ensuring no one could surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass the Golden Immortals. A Loose Immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it. But within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the Heavenly Tribulation was amplified a hundredfold—and so, the ultimate trial descended upon him.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished, even the sound of the wind disappeared.
It was as if he had been severed from the world, isolated in a separate space.
This strange sensation made Yang Hao feel as though he were trapped in a glass room—still within the world, yet completely detached from it.
Worse, he saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals stood motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine technique, but freezing time—that was a skill unique to the divine races.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up and witnessed a miraculous sight.
Blinding golden light filled the sky as a colossal golden dragon descended. This dragon, forged as if from pure gold, radiated unimaginable power—especially from the short golden horn atop its head.
It was as if this power was intrinsic to the world itself—the very essence of creation.
Like… the power of the Creator God.
The dragon descended with divine majesty. Though it made no sound, its sheer presence paralyzed Yang Hao. And with the surrounding immortals frozen in time and space, none could aid him.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true divine beast, its power far surpassing any Black Dragon he had ever encountered.
In fact, this Golden Dragon’s strength eclipsed even the high-ranking divine races and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator God was long dead, he might have mistaken this dragon for the Architect of the universe itself.
The Golden Dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden blast of annihilation.
That was all it took. By tradition, the Golden Dragon would depart after its breath, for no one—not even Golden Immortals or high-ranking divine beings—could survive its touch.
There was no need to linger and watch its victim reduced to ashes.
But as the Golden Dragon ascended, it suddenly heard a voice from below.
“HAH!!”
Yang Hao roared. “HAH!!!”
The Golden Dragon could hardly believe its ears. Even the Creator God would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out.
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all realms.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain: he must be searching for even greater power, something that would bring him one step closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—right now, they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension. And even within this dimension alone, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many had he secretly controlled? How many Elder Councils existed across the multiverse?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council, even if the Alchemy Sect could dominate the entire universe—it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could summon forces from other dimensions to counterattack at any moment—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was virtually inexhaustible.
Unless…
Unless Yang Hao destroyed the Supreme One himself.
The moment this heaven-defying thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions, all forces, suddenly surged into his consciousness like a tidal wave.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind in an instant.
It turned out that hidden within the Celestial Moon was the profound secret of space.
This was also the very reason Tian Xuanzi had ascended to the rank of Golden Immortal so swiftly.
When Yang Hao’s divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, he saw that Hunyuanzi had not yet completely dissipated, which eased his worries. What followed became much simpler. Having mastered the secrets of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body and shifted Hunyuanzi’s location into another dimension, temporarily sheltering him there.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden radiance. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form capable of withstanding immense power and dimensional shifts.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a brilliant, milky-white radiance—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that another immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had an unwelcome side effect—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all along.
Years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their fellow disciples to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times more powerful was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers, ascending into the sky. But this was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by enduring this ordeal could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled across the sky like war chariots rolling in from the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like spilled ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, a trace of concern flashing in his eyes. He recognized this Heavenly Tribulation—he had faced it himself.
This tribulation was called the “Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry wasn’t that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times stronger—but they didn’t know what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates among them. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming strike—a hundredfold tribulation condensed into one. If so, they could pool their strength to endure it, and life or death would be decided in one go.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. And the third—the true hundredfold tribulation—would be the final test.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three waves of tribulation. Surviving that would be nearly impossible. Even if all the immortals combined their strength to withstand the first two waves, the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still just a Rogue Immortal. How could he possibly survive the third wave—a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation?
Not only Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope based on the first theory. But if the second scenario proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet reality was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layered upon themselves, forming a massive vortex. There was no turning back now.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they couldn’t give up now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for a thousand years. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. In their current state, they stood no chance against the Supreme One.
Today was not just Yang Hao’s opportunity—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s downfall would be at hand.
When the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity finally took shape, a colossal silver lightning bolt—thick enough to engulf several men—struck down at Yang Hao, who hovered in midair.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly sprang into action. With a single finger pointed skyward, he intercepted the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity.
BOOM! BOOM!!
The Heavenly Tribulation blasted Tian Xuanzi back, leaving him charred and battered. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength drained away.
Yet, astonishingly, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had staked his life to shield them, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao endure the remaining tribulations.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by swirling crimson flames. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was gathering.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most devastating Heavenly Tribulation known to date.
This tribulation was ten times deadlier than the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity.
With Tian Xuanzi injured and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before, and now they had to lead once more.
As nine thunderous explosions echoed, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the Heavenly Tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even annihilate them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in these soul-scorching flames, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
Fifty immortals collided with the Heavenly Tribulation, their clash erupting in a dazzling explosion of multicolored sparks.
At this very moment, Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
He looked up—just in time to see fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation, only to fall from the sky like withered leaves.
The second tribulation had been overcome. But as the immortals crashed to the ground, they knew this was the Hidden Immortal Realm’s last stand. The third and final tribulation—Yang Hao would have to face it alone.
But could he truly survive?
What would a hundredfold Heavenly Tribulation even look like? No one knew—no one who had seen it had lived to tell the tale.
Neither the immortals nor the gods of this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force beyond even the control of Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator could wield such might with ease.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left behind by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator first shaped the gods and mortal beings, he established a strict hierarchy—an unbreakable chain of command.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their intelligence, would eventually discover cultivation methods to rival the gods.
To prevent chaos, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a filter to eliminate those who grew too powerful.
If anyone could survive the tribulation, their numbers would be few.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them—never exceeding.
And the tool to enforce this order? The final Heavenly Tribulation—a hundredfold strike. This was the Creator’s wrath, ensuring no one could surpass his most perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to transcend the Golden Immortal realm. A Rogue Immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it.
But this was the Hidden Immortal Realm—where the Heavenly Tribulation was amplified a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate trial descended.
As Yang Hao floated in the air, an eerie silence enveloped him. The shouts of the immortals faded, even the sound of the wind vanished.
He felt severed from the world—trapped in an isolated space.
It was surreal. Yang Hao was like a man locked in a glass room—still present in the world, yet utterly detached from it.
Worse, he saw that time itself had frozen. The immortals stood motionless, as if the flow of existence had halted.
Spatial severance was a divine technique—but freezing time? That was a power exclusive to the gods.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up—and witnessed a miracle in the sky.
Blinding golden rays filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. This dragon, forged as if from pure gold, was radiant beyond measure. Upon its head rested a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—a force intrinsic to the world itself.
A power akin to the Creator’s.
The dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty alone immobilized Yang Hao. With the other immortals frozen in time and space, no help would come.
Despair gripped Yang Hao—true despair.
For he realized this dragon was not bound by any seal. It was a true divine dragon, wielding power far beyond any Black Dragon he had encountered.
This golden dragon surpassed even the high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood at the apex of existence.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have mistaken this dragon for the world’s maker.
The golden dragon descended coldly, wasting no time. It exhaled a single breath—a golden draconic breath—directly at Yang Hao.
That was enough. By tradition, the dragon would depart after this breath, for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand it.
There was no need to linger and watch the target be reduced to ashes.
But as the dragon ascended, a sound reached its ears—
“HAH!!”
Yang Hao’s roar.
“HAH!!!”
The dragon could scarcely believe it. Even a god would falter under its breath—yet this insignificant being below still had the strength to cry out.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they charged headfirst into the tribulation.
They were giving their all.
The Supreme One aims to become the Creator God, the Architect of existence. Only by attaining the status of the Creator God can he rule over all dimensions and become the deity of all realms.
That is the ultimate goal of the Supreme One.
For so many years, the Supreme One wandered without a trace, leaving even the Elder Executives unable to locate him despite extending their spiritual senses across the entire universe. This was because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what he was doing there, one thing is certain—he was undoubtedly seeking even greater power to bring himself closer to the divine throne of the Creator God.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth: they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to defeat the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One conquered? How many had he secretly controlled? Across the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Dan Ding Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One lived, he could at any moment rally forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was virtually inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this heaven-defying thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, all the dimensions and forces of the multiverse suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Countless energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Chen Yue was the profound secret of space.
This was also the very secret that had allowed Tian Xuanzi to rapidly ascend to the rank of Golden Immortal.
When his divine sense emerged from the Chen Yue, Yang Hao saw that Hun Yuanzi had not yet completely vanished, which reassured him. What followed became much simpler. Having mastered the mysteries of space, Yang Hao used the golden energy flowing into his body to slice the space around Hun Yuanzi and relocate him to another dimension, ensuring his safety.
Now, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely secured, Yang Hao could finally open himself fully to the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form more suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive beam of golden light pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that a new immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light also had a far less welcome function—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Dan Ding and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the immortals who had been waiting all around.
Years ago, they had each relied on magical treasures and the aid of their peers to survive their own tribulations. But today, a Heavenly Tribulation a hundred times more powerful was about to descend.
As the Great Dan Ding opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers. Yet this ascent was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by overcoming it could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled across the sky like war chariots rolling in from the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like spilled ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had experienced it himself.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry wasn’t that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was no good sign.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a hundredfold tribulation—but not what form it would take.
There had been fierce debates. One faction believed it would be a single, overwhelming strike—a life-or-death moment where everyone would pool their strength to endure it.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that within the Immortal Seclusion Realm, the tribulation would come in three waves. The first would be an ordinary tribulation with no amplification. The second would be ten times stronger, already formidable. The third would be the true hundredfold tribulation.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three tribulations—an almost impossible feat. Even with all the immortals combined, they might withstand the first two waves, but the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
Yet even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a loose immortal. How could he possibly survive the third wave—a hundredfold tribulation?
Not just Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Their earlier hope for Yang Hao’s survival had been based on the first theory. If the second proved true, even attempting it seemed futile.
But reality was undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “We do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they couldn’t abandon Yang Hao now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Immortal Seclusion Realm for millennia. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, they had been humiliated by the Supreme One’s deception. They yearned for vengeance.
Yet even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Today wasn’t just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s doom would be sealed.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took form—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, crashing down toward Yang Hao, who floated midair.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly sprang into action. With a single hand raised toward the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
BOOM!!!
The tribulation struck back with devastating force, blasting Tian Xuanzi away, his body charred black. Even a Golden Immortal could not defy the heavens. Blood sprayed from Tian Xuanzi’s mouth as his strength drained away.
Yet, astonishingly, the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation had been blocked by Tian Xuanzi alone.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself to shield them, allowing them to conserve their strength for the tribulations yet to come.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only for fiery crimson clouds to gather anew. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was about to descend.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity in their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was a trial reserved for immortals ascending to Golden Immortal status—the most devastating tribulation known to exist.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
With Tian Xuanzi severely wounded and nearly incapacitated, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Immortal Seclusion Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before—now, they had to lead once more.
With nine thunderous cracks, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire did not burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. Its flames sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
“HAH!!”
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire meant to test and even annihilate them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in these soul-scorching flames, it would be worth it if Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope—the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks erupting like dazzling fireworks. It was at this moment that Yang Hao finally awoke from the daze of his ascension.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—only to fall like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome, but the fallen immortals knew they had reached their limit. The third and final tribulation would rest entirely on Yang Hao.
But could he survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation look like? No one knew—no one who had seen it had lived to tell the tale.
Neither immortals nor gods in this world had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force beyond even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator God could wield such might with ease.
In truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left by the Creator God to maintain order. When he created gods and mortals, he established a strict hierarchy to prevent chaos.
Yet the Creator God knew mortals would eventually discover cultivation, striving to rival the gods.
To prevent total disorder, he embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a trial to eliminate those who approached divine power.
If anyone could survive it, they would be exceedingly rare.
But the Creator God had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding them.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold strike. This was the Creator God’s wrath, ensuring no one surpassed his perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass Golden Immortals. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it—but the Immortal Seclusion Realm amplified it a hundredfold.
Now, the ultimate tribulation had arrived.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished—even the sound of the wind ceased.
He seemed isolated, adrift in a separate space.
It was a surreal sensation—as if trapped in a glass room. Though still in this world, everything outside had become irrelevant.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals stood motionless, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine art, but halting time was a skill exclusive to the gods.
Yang Hao looked up—and witnessed a miracle.
Blinding golden light filled the sky as a colossal golden dragon descended. Its body gleamed like forged gold, radiant beyond measure. Atop its head was a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—a force intrinsic to the world itself.
Like… the power of the Creator God.
The dragon descended like a deity incarnate. Though it made no sound, its draconic majesty paralyzed Yang Hao. With the immortals frozen and space severed, no help would come.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
This dragon was not bound by any seal—it wielded the full might of a god. Its power eclipsed even the Black Dragons Yang Hao had encountered.
This Golden Dragon surpassed high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator God was long dead, he might have believed this dragon was the world’s architect.
The dragon coldly descended without hesitation, exhaling a single breath—a golden blast.
That was all it took. By precedent, the dragon would leave after this breath—for no Golden Immortal or high god could withstand it.
There was no need to watch its victim dissolve into nothingness.
But as the dragon began to ascend, a voice rang out below.
“HAH!!” Yang Hao roared. “HAH!!!”
The dragon froze in disbelief. Even the Creator God would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being still lived?
But today, nothing else mattered. As long as Yang Hao survived, even if they perished in this immortal-eradicating fire, it would be worth it. Because Yang Hao was their only hope—the sole beacon for the immortals and the gods, the only chance for the universe to escape the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, and the sky erupted in dazzling, colorful sparks. It was only at this moment that Yang Hao finally regained consciousness from the haze of ascension.
What the Supreme One seeks is to become the Creator, the God of all realms. Only by becoming the Creator can he rule over all dimensions and ascend as the God of all.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate goal.
For so many years, the Supreme One wandered without a trace. Even when the Elder Council expanded their spiritual senses across the entire universe, they could not find him—because he had long since entered other dimensions. Though it remains unknown what he was doing there, one thing is certain: he must have been seeking even greater power, drawing himself ever closer to the divine throne of the Creator.
Yang Hao then realized an even more staggering truth—they were merely fighting the Supreme One within a single dimension, and even within this one, they had yet to overthrow the Elder Council.
But how many dimensions had the Supreme One already conquered? How many had he secretly controlled? Across the multiverse, how many Elder Councils existed?
A chill ran down Yang Hao’s spine. Even if he could destroy the Elder Council and the Alchemy Sect could dominate this universe, it would still only be one dimension among countless others.
As long as the Supreme One remained, he could summon forces from other dimensions to counterattack—or even launch a full-scale assault.
The Supreme One’s power was virtually inexhaustible.
Unless… the Supreme One himself was destroyed.
The moment this heaven-defying thought crossed Yang Hao’s mind, the knowledge of all dimensions, all powers, suddenly surged into his consciousness.
Various energies, the laws governing space, even the methods to create dimensions and traverse between them—all flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
Hidden within the Celestial Moon was the secret of spatial mastery.
This was also the secret behind Tian Xuanzi’s rapid ascension to Golden Immortal.
When his divine sense emerged from the Celestial Moon, Yang Hao saw that Hunyuanzi had not yet completely vanished, which reassured him. What followed was much simpler—armed with the secrets of space, Yang Hao channeled the golden energy into his body, slicing Hunyuanzi’s location into another dimension and placing him there for temporary refuge.
This way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
With his master safely relocated, Yang Hao could finally embrace the baptism of the golden light. His body was reconstructed by the energy of life, reforged into a form better suited to wield immense power and traverse dimensions.
When the final, massive golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a radiant, milky-white glow—the “Primordial Light” released when a mortal first ascends to immortality.
At its brightest, this Primordial Light could illuminate the entire cosmos, announcing to all that another immortal had been born.
But the Primordial Light had another, less welcome function—it summoned the Heavenly Tribulation.
Thus, when Yang Hao’s Primordial Light burst forth from the Great Alchemy Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it marked the most tense moment for the surrounding immortals who had been waiting.
Years ago, they had relied on treasures and the aid of their peers to survive their own tribulations. But today, another tribulation—a hundred times more powerful—was about to descend.
As the Great Alchemy Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out, lifted by his Primordial Light like feathers. But this ascent was no mere spectacle—Yang Hao was about to face the trial of the Heavenly Tribulation. Only by passing this test could he truly become an immortal.
Thunder rumbled in the sky like war chariots rolling across the horizon, while dark clouds gathered like thick ink overhead.
Tian Xuanzi looked up, his eyes filled with concern. He recognized this tribulation—he had experienced it himself.
This was the “Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.” Tian Xuanzi’s worry wasn’t that it was too powerful—but that it was too weak, barely stronger than an ordinary tribulation.
This was not good news.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation within the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew they would face a hundredfold tribulation—but not what form it would take.
They had debated fiercely. One faction believed it would be a single, hundredfold tribulation—meaning they could pool their strength to endure it, with life or death decided in one stroke.
The other faction was far more pessimistic. They argued that tribulations in the Hidden Immortal Realm would come in three waves: first, an ordinary tribulation with no amplification; second, a tenfold tribulation, already formidable; and third, the true hundredfold tribulation.
If the latter theory held, Yang Hao would have to endure three tribulations—a near-impossible feat. Even with all the immortals combined, they might withstand the first two waves, but the final one would rest solely on Yang Hao’s shoulders.
Yet even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still just a loose immortal—how could he survive the third, hundredfold wave?
Not just Tian Xuanzi, but all the surrounding immortals had realized this.
Their expressions darkened. Earlier, they had held onto a sliver of hope based on the first theory. But if the second proved true, there was no point in even trying.
Yet the facts were undeniable.
As the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation silently brewed in the sky, dark clouds layering into a massive vortex, there was no turning back.
Tian Xuanzi sighed deeply. “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
There was no other choice. Even if the immortals had no confidence, they couldn’t give up now.
After all, these immortals had been trapped in the Hidden Immortal Realm for millennia. Once supreme rulers of the cosmos, free to roam as they pleased, they had been deceived and humiliated by the Supreme One. They longed for vengeance.
But even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to mere Saint-level power upon leaving. With their current strength, defeating the Supreme One was impossible.
Today wasn’t just Yang Hao’s chance—it was the immortals’ only hope. If they could forge a new immortal, the Supreme One’s doom would be sealed.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation finally took shape—a colossal silver lightning bolt, thick as several men, streaked toward Yang Hao, floating in midair.
Tian Xuanzi suddenly sprang into action. Raising a single hand toward the heavens, he pointed directly at the descending tribulation.
**BOOM! BOOM!!**
The tribulation blasted Tian Xuanzi back, leaving him charred and battered. Even a Golden Immortal couldn’t defy the heavens. Blood gushed from his mouth as his strength drained away.
Yet, astonishingly, Tian Xuanzi had single-handedly blocked the entire Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
He had used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tian Xuanzi collapsed, the other immortals trembled. They understood—he had sacrificed himself to shield them, allowing them to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao face the remaining tribulations.
Not long after the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation passed, the dark clouds dispersed—only to be replaced by swirling crimson flames. The “Great Divine Inferno Tribulation” was gathering.
The immortals rose to their feet, drawing their most powerful treasures. The gravity of their expressions revealed just how formidable this tribulation was.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was what an immortal faced when ascending to Golden Immortal status—arguably the most devastating tribulation known.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.
With Tian Xuanzi wounded and out of commission, the remaining three Golden Immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm took the forefront. Only they had survived this tribulation before—now, they had to lead once more.
With nine thunderous cracks, the Divine Inferno descended like a cataclysmic storm.
Majestic and merciless!
Unlike other tribulations, this fire didn’t burn flesh or bone—it seared the soul itself. It sought to devour the very essence of every immortal.
**”HAH!!”**
Over fifty immortals soared into the sky, unleashing their treasures. Led by the three Golden Immortals, they clashed head-on with the tribulation.
They were staking their lives.
The Great Divine Inferno Tribulation was the deadliest trial for immortals—a fire designed to test and even annihilate them.
But today, nothing else mattered. Even if they perished in this soul-scorching blaze, it would be worth it—as long as Yang Hao survived. He was their only hope, the sole chance for immortals, gods, and the entire cosmos to break free from the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation, sparks exploding like dazzling fireworks. It was only then that Yang Hao, still dazed from his ascension, finally regained full awareness.
Looking up, he saw the fifty immortals shielding him from the Great Divine Inferno Tribulation—before falling like withered leaves from the sky.
The second tribulation had been overcome. But the immortals, now sprawled on the ground, knew they had reached their limit. The final, hundredfold tribulation would rest on Yang Hao alone.
But could he survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation even look like? No one knew—or if they had seen it, they hadn’t lived to tell.
No immortal or god in existence had ever witnessed such overwhelming power—a force far beyond the control of even Golden Immortals and high-ranking gods.
Only the Creator could wield such might with ease.
And in truth, the Heavenly Tribulation was a mechanism left by the Creator to maintain order. When the Creator shaped the gods and mortals, he established a strict hierarchy to prevent chaos.
But the Creator also knew that mortals, with their ingenuity, would eventually discover cultivation—and grow as powerful as the gods.
To prevent total anarchy, the Creator embedded the Heavenly Tribulation into the cosmos—a filter to eliminate most who approached godhood.
Those who survived would be exceedingly rare.
Yet the Creator had one final safeguard: he would never allow anyone to surpass the high gods. Even Golden Immortals only matched them, never exceeding.
The instrument of this control was the final tribulation—the hundredfold trial. This was the Creator’s wrath, ensuring no one outshone his perfect creations.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who sought to surpass Golden Immortals. A loose immortal like Yang Hao should never have faced it. But this was the Hidden Immortal Realm—where tribulations were amplified a hundredfold.
And so, the ultimate trial descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence. The shouts of the immortals vanished—even the sound of wind ceased.
He seemed isolated, adrift in a separate space.
It was surreal—as if trapped in a glass room. He hadn’t left the world, yet everything outside no longer concerned him.
Worse, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen. The immortals were motionless—time itself had stopped.
Spatial severance was a divine art, but halting time? That was a skill unique to the gods of the Flash Clan.
Yang Hao abruptly looked up—and witnessed a miracle in the sky.
Blinding golden rays filled the heavens as a colossal golden dragon descended. Its body gleamed like forged gold, radiant beyond measure. Atop its head was a short golden horn, pulsing with unimaginable power—a force intrinsic to the world itself.
A power akin to the Creator’s.
The dragon descended like a deity, its mere presence immobilizing Yang Hao. With the immortals frozen and space severed, no help would come.
Yang Hao despaired—truly despaired.
This dragon wasn’t bound by any seal. It was a true god, its power dwarfing even the Black Dragons Yang Hao had encountered.
In fact, this Golden Dragon surpassed high gods and Golden Immortals—it stood above all.
Had Yang Hao not known the Creator was long dead, he might have mistaken this dragon for the world’s maker.
The Golden Dragon didn’t linger. Coldly, it exhaled a single breath toward Yang Hao—a golden blast.
That was enough. By tradition, the dragon would leave after this—no one, not even Golden Immortals or high gods, could withstand its breath.
There was no need to watch its victim disintegrate into nothingness.
But as the dragon began its ascent, a voice rang out from below.
**”HAH!”** Yang Hao roared. **”HAH!!”**
The Golden Dragon couldn’t believe its ears. Even the Creator would hesitate before its breath—yet this insignificant being still had the strength to cry out?
The second tribulation had finally been passed, but the immortals who landed heavily on the ground knew this was the last of the Hidden Immortal Realm’s strength. The third tribulation would now have to be faced by Yang Hao alone.
But could Yang Hao truly survive it?
What would a hundredfold tribulation look like? Needless to say, no one had ever seen it. Even those who had witnessed it must have already perished.
No immortal or god in the current world had ever encountered a tribulation of such overwhelming power. Such force was already beyond the control of Golden Immortals and High Gods.
Only the Creator God’s power could command it freely.
And the essence of the tribulation was indeed a force left behind by the Creator God, meant to maintain order and balance. The Creator God had established the gods and ordinary intelligent beings, creating a strictly hierarchical, orderly system.
But the Creator God also knew that eventually, through intelligence and cultivation, ordinary beings would become as powerful as the gods.
To prevent this from spiraling out of control, the Creator God left behind the tribulation force in the universe, using it to eliminate the vast majority of beings approaching divine power.
If someone truly survived even the tribulation, their numbers would be extremely rare.
But the Creator God had also left one final safeguard—he absolutely would not allow anyone’s power to surpass that of the High Gods. Even Golden Immortals were only equal to High Gods, never able to ascend further.
And the means of maintaining this order was the final tribulation—the ultimate tribulation of a hundredfold power. This was the true wrath of the Creator God, who would never allow anyone to surpass the perfection of the divine race he had created.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those who attempted to surpass the Golden Immortal level. A wandering immortal like Yang Hao should never have encountered it. Unfortunately, this was the Hidden Immortal Realm, where the tribulation had been amplified a hundredfold. Thus, this ultimate tribulation had finally descended.
Floating in the air, Yang Hao suddenly felt an eerie silence around him. Not only could he no longer hear the shouts of the immortals, but even the sound of the wind had vanished.
It was as if he had been cut off, isolated in a separate space.
It was a strange sensation. Yang Hao felt like he was locked inside a glass house—still in the world, yet completely detached from it.
And he saw that the outside world had frozen—every immortal’s movements were still, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial cutting was a divine art, but time stillness was a technique unique to the god race.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up and saw something miraculous happening in the sky.
Ten thousand golden rays dazzled his eyes, so brilliant they were unbearable. Amid this dazzling brilliance, a massive golden dragon descended. This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, radiating unmatched splendor. On its forehead was a short golden horn, emanating a power beyond Yang Hao’s comprehension.
It was as if this power had always existed in this world.
As if it were the power of the Creator God himself.
The golden dragon descended like a god descending from heaven. Though it did not roar, its mere presence was so overwhelming that Yang Hao could barely move. Worse still, all the immortals around him had already been frozen in time and isolated in space, completely unable to help.
Yang Hao felt despair—utter, complete despair.
Because he realized that this dragon was not restricted in power. It was a full-fledged golden dragon with the might of a god race. And the power radiating from this dragon far exceeded anything Yang Hao had ever encountered—even the black dragons he had faced before.
In fact, this golden dragon’s power surpassed even the High Gods and Golden Immortals. It was an existence above all others.
If Yang Hao hadn’t already known the Creator God was long dead, he would have suspected this golden dragon was the very creator of this world.
The golden dragon descended coldly, without hesitation, and directly exhaled a stream of dragon breath at Yang Hao.
Golden dragon breath.
That was enough. By all past precedents, after exhaling its breath, the golden dragon would simply leave. After all, in this world, no Golden Immortal or High God could withstand a single breath from a golden dragon.
So it didn’t even bother to stay and watch as the unfortunate soul was reduced to ashes by the dragon’s breath.
But after flying a short distance into the sky, the golden dragon suddenly heard a voice from below.
“Haaa!!” It was Yang Hao roaring, “Haaaaa!!!”
The golden dragon could hardly believe its ears. From its breath alone, even a creator god would hesitate, yet that tiny figure below was still able to make a sound.
It turned around in shock, only to be even more astonished.
Yang Hao was not only still alive, but actually thriving even more.
That golden dragon breath still hovered above Yang Hao’s head. No one knew why it hadn’t enveloped him and quickly refined him as expected. Quite the opposite, two streams of power—one from outside and one from deep within Yang Hao—emerged and actually guided the dragon breath, allowing Yang Hao to absorb it bit by bit.
And right on his **back, a crimson flower had begun to bloom gradually.
The golden dragon turned back but did not continue its attack. Instead, it floated in the air, gazing at Yang Hao with its wise eyes, watching how he completely absorbed the dragon breath. As this happened, the nebula-like flower on his back, resembling a tattoo, became increasingly vivid and radiant.
The sky remained turbulent and uncertain. After an unknown length of time, Yang Hao finally absorbed the entire dragon breath into his body. The initial glowing aura around him completely vanished, replaced by a divine radiance. At this moment, Yang Hao had truly survived the entire heavenly tribulation and ascended as a loose immortal.
However, the story wasn’t over. The golden dragon still shone brightly in the sky like the sun.
Yang Hao looked up, puzzled at the dragon. He didn’t understand why he had managed to pass through a tribulation a hundred times more powerful than usual so easily, nor why the golden dragon had not left.
“Oh…,” the golden dragon took some effort to find a way to communicate with Yang Hao, “you are the heir of the Creator God.”
“What heir?” Yang Hao knew that communication with dragons required only thought.
“You… your back… the nebula flower,” the golden dragon sighed. “It is the mark of the Creator God—He, whom you call the Creator… He has chosen you as His heir.”
Yang Hao paused, then nodded gravely. Speaking of the nebula flower on his back, it had been a while since he first learned of it. Back in the Hidden Divine Realm, Sa’an and others had told him that whoever bore the nebula flower on their back had the qualification to find all the power left behind by the Creator God.
For this nebula flower to bloom, it required three baptisms of dark power and three of light.
So far, Yang Hao had already experienced the first baptism with the black dragon’s breath, the first light baptism with Sa’an’s Great Light Art, and the second light baptism with the Primordial Flame.
According to legend, the second dark baptism would come from the breath of the golden dragon.
Yang Hao finally understood why he had passed this tribulation so easily. It had all been part of the Creator God’s plan. He was destined to endure the golden dragon’s breath, so naturally, he couldn’t be harmed by this heavenly trial.
“What exactly does it mean to be the heir of the Creator God?” Yang Hao asked, confused. He felt the nebula flower on his back blooming brilliantly again, yet he still didn’t fully understand what the gods meant by “heir.”
The golden dragon quietly flew closer, like a mountain of gold, hovering above Yang Hao’s head. “The Creator God possesses infinite power. He is the creator of this world and the protector of all order. However, even the Creator God cannot escape the laws of creation—birth and death. To the Creator God, eons are but an instant. His life force cannot be measured by time. Yet, no matter how powerful, one day, even the Creator God must perish. But death is the beginning of rebirth, and destruction is the prelude to revival. After the Creator God’s demise, after countless eons, a new Creator God will be born.”
Yang Hao listened intently, his expression serious, afraid of missing even a single detail.
The golden dragon continued, revealing a shocking secret. “The world you inhabit contains countless planes of existence, teeming with innumerable beings. To you, it may seem boundless, but to the Creator God, it is as insignificant as a speck of dust in your eyes.
The sole purpose of your world’s existence is to preserve the Creator God’s energy.”
“What?” Yang Hao was startled.
“Yes,” the golden dragon, seemingly anticipating Yang Hao’s reaction, smiled faintly. “When the Creator God perishes, His power does not vanish. Instead, it forms a world—your world. All the planes of existence are but manifestations of the Creator God’s power, and every rule, every law within them, is merely a final thought of the Creator God before His passing.”
Yang Hao could hardly believe his ears. According to the golden dragon’s words, everything Yang Hao had recently discovered—the multiverse, all that was known or unknown—was nothing but the transformation of the Creator God’s power. If that were true, then even humanity itself, including Yang Hao and Hunyuanzi, were but manifestations of the Creator God’s energy.
The golden dragon nodded, confirming Yang Hao’s thoughts. “Indeed, you humans, including the gods, are all extensions of the Creator God’s power. Therefore, the next Creator God will also emerge from among you. Don’t be deceived by the vastness of this world; it consumes only a thousandth of the Creator God’s power. The true essence of the Creator God’s might lies hidden somewhere within these planes, waiting for the heir to claim it.”
“Is the nebula flower really the mark of the heir?” Yang Hao asked.
The golden dragon laughed. “Being the Creator God’s heir is not rare. Every thousand years, an heir appears in each plane. For example, right before me, there are two heirs.”
Yang Hao hesitated, puzzled at first, but soon understood. “My master is also an heir.”
“He was the heir a thousand years ago. You are the current one. The fact that you two have merged is indeed unexpected,” the golden dragon remarked.
Hunyuanzi muttered something, seemingly lamenting his lack of Yang Hao’s fortune in not knowing his own identity.
“Who are you?” Yang Hao finally sensed that this golden dragon was far more than just a god. “Can you help me find the Creator God’s treasure of power?”
“Treasure of power?” The golden dragon seemed to hear the term for the first time. “Interesting, but impossible. The Creator God’s treasure can only be found by following the established rules. As for me, you may call me the Dragon Deity. I am merely a projection of power from another Creator God into this world, and I am the progenitor of all dragons in this realm.”
“Could it be that you are… a power projection?” Yang Hao’s mind raced.
“Precisely. In your words, I am a friend of your Creator God.
And I, too, am another Creator God.” The golden dragon flapped its wings. “Of course, this is only a small projection of my power. My true form cannot exist in this world, or it would cause a power overflow, leading to the collapse of all planes.”
Yang Hao was nearly driven mad by the revelation. Today, his worldview had expanded beyond imagination. Back in the Great Cauldron Realm, he had just begun to understand that this world existed across countless planes, each with its own universe.
But now, as the golden dragon spoke of the Creator God’s power, Yang Hao realized that all these planes were merely a thousandth of the Creator God’s energy, transformed upon His passing, meant to preserve His power until the heir emerged.
But now, everything had changed again. This vast world wasn’t limited to just one Creator God. Their Creator God had perished, while another Creator God had projected His power into this world to safeguard it, even creating a race of high gods—the dragons—in His own image.
“Revered Dragon Deity!” Hunyuan finally spoke. His comprehension wasn’t as quick as Yang Hao’s, but now he had finally grasped everything. “Since you are such a great existence, why did you allow the Overlord to alter the Creator God’s order without intervening? You know, the Overlord has completely changed the order of gods, immortals, and ordinary beings. He has imprisoned the gods, and even the dragons you created have been caged.”
At the mention of the Overlord, the golden dragon showed slight displeasure. Clearly, it still held some affection for the dragon race, but the rationality of a higher being prevented it from taking further action.
“I know that person and all he has done,” the Dragon Deity spread His wings, radiating a holy light that made Yang Hao gaze in awe. “But I will not interfere with the workings of this world. The Creator God’s light has always shone upon your world, never leaving. That person’s actions have all been within the Creator God’s foresight.”
“Foresight? Was the disruption of order also foreseen?” Yang Hao asked angrily.
“The wisdom of the Creator God is beyond your understanding. Before His passing, He established order, but everything must follow complex laws. Any mistake will lead to new events.”
The Dragon Deity radiated a faint divine aura. “In your words, what the Overlord is doing now is the Divine Tribulation.”
“Divine Tribulation?” Yang Hao and Hunyuan exclaimed in unison.
They had heard of Heavenly Tribulation, but never of Divine Tribulation.
“Yes, Divine Tribulation. This is the term you can understand,” the Dragon Deity said. “Even the gods cannot escape the Creator God’s laws. Though the gods possess unmatched power in this world, they still make mistakes. Errors that seem unpunished will accumulate until the Divine Tribulation is triggered. What the Overlord is doing now is inevitable.”
Yang Hao listened, half-understanding, but the Dragon Deity’s meaning was clear: the gods’ actions had long deviated from the Creator God’s original intent. When their mistakes accumulated to a certain point, like a pre-programmed virus in an intelligent system, the Divine Tribulation would activate.
In other words, the Overlord himself was merely a seed planted in advance by the Creator God—or perhaps a virus.
“Do you understand now?”
Yang Hao breathed heavily, unable to suppress his inner tension and excitement. Such a huge secret laid bare before him was impossible to accept immediately, but he quickly calmed himself and asked, “Since the Divine Tribulation has already begun, how can it end? Now, the punishment isn’t limited to gods and immortals—it affects ordinary beings too, who are innocent.”
The Dragon Deity shook His head. “That is not my concern to manage. But I can tell you this: only those who once wielded infinite power and truly reflect upon themselves, seeing who they truly are, can end this Divine Tribulation. Otherwise, endless suffering will blanket this world, and no one can stop it.”
After speaking, the Dragon Deity suddenly sent a consciousness into Yang Hao’s mind. It seemed to be a coordinate to a certain plane in the universe. Though Yang Hao didn’t understand its significance, he memorized it deeply.
The golden dragon, like a beam of sunlight, shot into the sky. The light flared once more, then vanished swiftly.
The entire space-time returned to normal. The previously motionless immortals resumed their activities. To them, only a second had passed.
But Yang Hao had already passed the heavenly tribulation and truly become a loose immortal.
“Did you succeed?” Tian Xuanzi gasped as he rose, looking at Yang Hao in disbelief. Though he refused to believe Yang Hao could survive a hundredfold heavenly tribulation and ascend, the evidence was undeniable. Yang Hao stood alive before him, and the divine radiance around him could not be faked.
“Yes, we succeeded,” Yang Hao nodded. At the same time, he deeply buried everything the Dragon Deity had told him, deciding not to share it with anyone.
The fewer people who knew the world’s secrets, the less likely chaos would arise. Otherwise, even the current peace in the Hidden Immortal Realm might be difficult to maintain.
Yang Hao understood clearly that although these immortals and gods were high-level beings with unimaginable power, they were still beings of flesh and desire. Their desires did not diminish with increased strength; instead, they grew stronger.
Only when they truly understood themselves could everything end. These were the Dragon Deity’s final words. Yang Hao knew he could only wait—for the immortals and gods to see themselves clearly.
So, as many immortals slowly approached Yang Hao, he simply said:
“I know what the Overlord intends. He doesn’t want to rule just this world—he wants to rule all the planes of existence. He wants to become the Creator God.”
Tian Xuanzi nodded.
At the level of immortals, they already understood the mysteries of space. They had once been powerful beings across different planes and naturally knew of the existence of the multiverse.
But now, they couldn’t even cross between planes, let alone oppose the Overlord.
“But I’m curious. Why is the Overlord confident enough to become the new Creator God? Doesn’t he know that when breaking through to Immortal Ascendant, a massive heavenly tribulation will descend?” Yang Hao was certain that if that golden dragon truly wanted to kill someone, no one could escape. Don’t forget, the Dragon Deity was also a projection of the Creator God’s power.
“Because the Overlord holds a secret,” Tian Xuanzi suddenly spoke. He sighed and, together with Yun Hezi, led Yang Hao aside.
Clearly, there were things that only the Dan Ding Sect could know—even their fellow immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm could not be told.
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