The Supreme One’s ultimate goal is to become the Creator God, the Maker of all things. Only by becoming the Creator God can one rule over all the planes of existence and become the god of all gods across those planes.
That is the Supreme One’s ultimate objective.
For so many years, the Supreme One has wandered without a trace. The elders and ministers extended their spiritual senses across the entire universe but could not find him because he had already entered other planes long ago. Although no one knows exactly what the Supreme One is doing there, one thing is certain—he must be seeking greater power to bring himself closer to the divine throne of the Creator God.
Yang Hao thought of an even more shocking truth: right now, they are merely fighting the Supreme One within a single plane, yet they haven’t even managed to defeat the Senate within this very plane.
But how many planes has the Supreme One already conquered? How many planes is he secretly controlling? And how many Senates exist across the multiverse of planes?
This thought sent a chill down Yang Hao’s spine. In other words, even if Yang Hao could eliminate the Senate and the Pill Cauldron Sect could dominate the entire universe, it would still only be within one plane.
As long as the Supreme One remains, he can always launch counterattacks or even full-scale invasions using forces from other planes.
The Supreme One’s power is nearly inexhaustible.
Unless… unless the Supreme One himself is eliminated.
Just as Yang Hao had this rebellious, heaven-defying thought, suddenly all the universes of all the planes, and all their powers, surged into Yang Hao’s mind at once.
Various kinds of energy, the laws of space usage, even the methods of creating space and entering different planes—all of a sudden flooded into Yang Hao’s mind like a tidal wave.
What had been hidden within the Chenyue was the secret of spatial essence.
This was also the secret behind Tianxuanzi’s rapid ascension to the rank of Golden Immortal.
After his divine consciousness leapt out of the Chenyue, Yang Hao saw that Hunyuanzi had not yet completely vanished, so he felt relieved. What came next was simple. Having mastered the secrets of space, Yang Hao used the golden light to channel energy into his body, cutting the space around Hunyuanzi and relocating him into another dimension for temporary refuge.
In this way, no matter how powerful the golden light was, it could no longer harm him.
After properly securing his master, Yang Hao could finally let go and accept the golden light’s purification. His body was restructured by the energy of life, and his reborn form became more adaptable to immense power and spatial transitions.
When the final thick golden beam pierced through Yang Hao’s body, he himself erupted with a large amount 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 a new immortal was about to be born.
But the First Light also had a less desirable function—it would summon the Heavenly Tribulation.
Therefore, when Yang Hao’s First Light burst out from the Great Pill Cauldron and lit up the heavens, it was the most tense moment for the immortals waiting nearby.
Many years ago, each of them had barely survived their own tribulations with the help of their magical treasures and fellow cultivators. But today, an even more terrifying hundredfold tribulation was about to descend. As the Great Pill Cauldron opened, Yang Hao slowly floated out. The First Light wrapped around him like feathers, lifting him into the air. But this floating was not just for show—Yang Hao was about to endure the trial of 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, while dark clouds gathered like ink overhead.
Tianxuanzi looked up, his eyes revealing a trace of concern, for he was very familiar with this Heavenly Tribulation—he had experienced it before.
This tribulation was known as the “Nine Heavens Zhi Gang Calamity.”
Tianxuanzi’s concern was not because this tribulation was extremely powerful, but rather because it was surprisingly weak—almost as weak as a regular tribulation.
And that was not a good sign.
Since no one had ever undergone a tribulation in the Hidden Immortal Realm, the immortals only knew that they would face a tribulation of a hundredfold power, but they didn’t know exactly how it would manifest.
They had once debated fiercely. One faction believed that the tribulation would directly descend with a hundredfold power, 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 undergoing the tribulation in the Hidden Immortal Realm would divide it into three stages. The first would be a regular tribulation without any power amplification. The second would be tenfold energy, already extremely dangerous. The third would be the true hundredfold tribulation.
If this latter theory were correct, it meant Yang Hao would have to endure three separate tribulations. It would be almost impossible to survive. Even if all the immortals combined their strength, they might barely survive the first two waves. The final wave would have to be faced by Yang Hao alone.
But even if Yang Hao had ascended to immortality, he was still only a Free Immortal. How could he possibly survive a hundredfold tribulation?
Not only Tianxuanzi realized this—every immortal nearby had noticed as well.
Their expressions turned bleak. Before, they had thought Yang Hao still had a slim chance of survival based on the first theory. But if the second theory were true, then there was no point in even trying.
But the reality was right before their eyes.
As the Nine Heavens’ thunder calamity quietly brewed in the sky, layer upon layer of dark clouds gathered into a massive vortex, leaving nothing that could be done to alter its course.
Tianxuanzi sighed deeply: “Do our best and leave the rest to fate.”
That was all they could do. Even if the immortals lacked 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 beings who freely roamed the universe, they had been humiliated and deceived by the Supreme One. They had long desired revenge.
Unfortunately, even the strongest among them, the Golden Immortals, had been reduced to the strength of a Saint Domain peak upon leaving the Hidden Realm. With their current abilities, they had no hope of defeating the Supreme One.
Therefore, today was not only Yang Hao’s chance—it was the only chance for all the immortals. If they could forge a new immortal, then the Supreme One’s doom would come.
The Nine Heavens雷劫 finally took form. A massive silver lightning bolt, thick enough to contain several people, shot down from the sky toward Yang Hao, who floated in midair.
Tianxuanzi suddenly surged forward. Alone and with a single finger pointed at the heavens, he charged directly toward the Nine Heavens’雷劫.
Boom! Boom!!
Tianxuanzi was violently hurled back by the tribulation’s force, his entire body charred black. Even as a Golden Immortal, he could not defy the heavens. Blood spurted from his mouth as his power was completely drained.
Yet, the entire Nine Heavens雷劫 had actually been blocked by Tianxuanzi alone.
He had practically used his Golden Immortal body to absorb the full force of the first tribulation.
As Tianxuanzi collapsed, all the immortals trembled. They knew—Tianxuanzi was sacrificing himself. By taking the first tribulation’s full force upon himself, he was allowing the other immortals to conserve their strength to help Yang Hao withstand the following tribulations.
Not long after the Nine Heavens’ lightning tribulation passed, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated. However, soon roaring flames gathered once more, forming into crimson clouds. It was evident that the next tribulation—the “Divine Thunder Hellfire Calamity”—was about to descend.
The immortals stood up, each pulling out their most powerful magical treasures. The solemn expressions on their faces revealed the terrifying might of this tribulation.
The Divine Thunder Calamity was a trial that descended upon a Flying Immortal when ascending to become a Golden Immortal. It was, without a doubt, the most powerful known tribulation.
This tribulation was ten times more powerful than the Nine Heavens’ lightning tribulation.
Tianxuanzi was already gravely injured, nearly incapacitated. Among the remaining immortals in the Hidden Realm, only three Golden Immortals stood in the most prominent positions. Now, it was up to them to bear this tribulation.
With nine deafening thunderclaps, the Divine Thunder Hellfire Calamity finally descended like a storm.
It was a fire of divine wrath and judgment!
This tribulation fire was unlike any other—it did not burn flesh or bone, but souls. When it fell, it sought to devour the very soul of each immortal.
“Haa!!” More than fifty immortals shot into the sky, unleashing their treasures.
Led by the three Golden Immortals, they charged straight into the tribulation fire.
They were all ready to give their lives.
For they knew—the Divine Thunder Infernal Tribulation was the most deadly trial for immortals, a fire specifically designed to annihilate them.
But today, nothing mattered anymore. As long as Yang Hao survived, it would be worth dying in this soul-consuming fire. Because Yang Hao was their only hope—the sole beacon for the immortals and deities to escape the Supreme One’s grasp.
The fifty immortals collided with the tribulation in a dazzling explosion of colors, like fireworks bursting across the sky. It was at this moment that Yang Hao finally awoke from his dazed state of ascension.
He looked up and saw the fifty immortals sacrificing themselves to block the Divine Thunder prison fire calamity for him, one by one falling from the sky like withered leaves.
The second tribulation had finally passed, but the immortals who landed heavily on the ground knew in their hearts that this was the last of the Hidden Realm’s might. The third tribulation would now have to be faced by Yang Hao alone.
But could Yang Hao really survive?
What would a hundredfold tribulation look like? Needless to say, no one had ever seen one. Even those who had witnessed it must have perished.
Among the current immortals and deities in the world, none had ever encountered such an immense force. Such power had long surpassed the control range of Golden Immortals and High Deities.
Only the Creator God’s power could be wielded with ease.
And the essence of the Heavenly Tribulation was indeed the Creator God’s legacy—a force left behind to maintain order and governance. When the Creator God created the deities and ordinary sentient beings, He established a strict hierarchy to prevent chaos.
But the Creator God also knew that, eventually, the clever minds of mortals would discover cultivation methods and become as powerful as the deities.
To prevent this from spiraling out of control, the Creator God left behind the power of the Heavenly Tribulation in the universe—to use it to eliminate those who approached divine power.
If someone could survive even this tribulation, they would be extremely rare.
However, the Creator God had one final safeguard: He absolutely forbade anyone from surpassing the High Deities. Even Golden Immortals were only equal to High Deities, never able to ascend further.
And the means of maintaining this order was that final tribulation—the one with a hundredfold power. This was the true wrath of the Creator God. He would never allow anyone to surpass the perfect deities He had created.
Originally, this tribulation was meant for those attempting to transcend the Golden Immortal level. A Free 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.
As Yang Hao floated in midair, he suddenly felt an eerie silence. Not only could he no longer hear the shouts of the immortals, but even the sound of the wind had vanished.
He seemed to have been cut off, isolated in a separate space.
It was a strange sensation, as if he had been locked inside a glass house. He had not left the world, but everything outside had become irrelevant to him.
Moreover, Yang Hao saw that the outside world had frozen—every immortal’s movements were still, as if time itself had stopped.
Spatial separation was a divine technique, but time stasis was a skill unique to the Shenzu race.
Yang Hao suddenly looked up, and what he saw was an astonishing sight in the sky.
Ten thousand golden rays dazzled his eyes, blinding him. Amidst this brilliant light, a massive golden dragon descended. This dragon seemed forged from pure gold, radiating an indescribable brilliance. On its head was a short golden horn, glowing with a power Yang Hao could scarcely comprehend.
It was as if this power had always existed, an inherent force of the world itself.
It was like the power of the Creator God.
The golden dragon descended like a god descending to the mortal realm. Though it did not roar, its mere presence was enough to render Yang Hao unable to move. Added to the fact that all the immortals around him had already been frozen in time and isolated in space, there was no way for them to help Yang Hao.
Yang Hao felt despair—true, deep despair.
Because he discovered that this dragon was not restricted in power. It was a full-fledged golden dragon with the might of a High Deity. The power radiating from this dragon far exceeded anything Yang Hao had ever encountered, even surpassing all the black dragons he had faced before.
In fact, the golden dragon’s power had surpassed even the High Deities and Golden Immortals, becoming a being that towered over all.
If Yang Hao hadn’t already known that the Creator God was long dead, he would have suspected this golden dragon was the very creator of the world.
The golden dragon descended coldly, not lingering for a moment, and directly exhaled a stream of golden dragon breath toward Yang Hao.
Golden dragon breath.
That should have been enough. By usual standards, not even a Creator God would dare to underestimate such a breath. Yet, the small figure below still let out a sound.
So the golden dragon flew a short distance away, then suddenly heard a voice from below.
“Haaa!!” It was Yang Hao roaring, “Haaa!!”
The golden dragon could scarcely believe its ears. With a single breath of its dragon fire, even a Creator God would have to think twice. Yet this small figure below was still alive and even seemed stronger.
It turned back and was stunned.
Yang Hao wasn’t just alive—he was thriving.
That golden dragon breath still hovered above Yang Hao’s head. For some unknown reason, it hadn’t engulfed him and begun to burn him away.
Quite the opposite—two streams of energy emerged from Yang Hao’s body, guiding the dragon breath and slowly absorbing it into him.
And on his bare back, a crimson red flower began to bloom.
The golden dragon returned but did not attack again. It hovered in the air, gazing at Yang Hao with intelligent eyes, watching as he completely absorbed the dragon breath, until the starflower tattoo on his back bloomed vividly, as if alive.
The sky darkened and brightened, and time passed. Eventually, Yang Hao completely absorbed the dragon breath. His First Light fully dissipated, and a divine aura fully emerged. At this moment, Yang Hao had truly survived all the tribulations and ascended as a Free Immortal.
But the story was not over yet—the golden dragon still shone like the sun in the sky.
Yang Hao looked up, puzzled. He didn’t understand why he had so easily survived the hundredfold tribulation, nor why the golden dragon had not left.
“Ah… you are the Heir of the Creator God,” the golden dragon finally found a way to communicate with Yang Hao.
“What heir?” Yang Hao knew that communication with dragons required only thought.
“You… your back… the Starflower,” the golden dragon sighed. “It is the mark of the Creator God. He is what you call the Maker.
You are the one He has chosen.”
Yang Hao paused, then nodded solemnly. The Starflower on his back had been there for quite some time. It was something that Sa’an and others had told him back in the Hidden Realm.
Only the one bearing the Starflower could find all the power left behind by the Creator God.
For the Starflower to bloom, it must undergo three trials of darkness and three trials of light.
To this day, Yang Hao had already experienced the first Black Dragon’s breath, the first Light Spell from Sa’an, and the second Light Spell from the Primordial Flame.
It was said that the second darkness trial was to be the golden dragon’s breath.
Yang Hao finally understood why he had easily survived this tribulation. Everything had been part of the Creator God’s plan. He was destined to undergo the golden dragon’s breath and would not be harmed by this tribulation.
“What exactly does it mean to be the Heir of the Creator God?” Yang Hao asked, puzzled. He felt the Starflower on his back blooming again, yet he still did not fully understand what the deities meant by “Heir.”
The golden dragon flew a bit 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, the guardian of all order. However, even the Creator God cannot escape the laws of creation—birth and death. To the Creator God, a billion years is but an instant. His life force cannot be measured by time. Yet, one day, even the Creator God must perish. But death is for rebirth, and destruction is for renewal. After the Creator God’s demise, after many eons, a new Creator God will be born.”
Yang Hao listened intently, his expression serious, afraid to miss 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, this is already an unfathomable world. But to the Creator God, it is as small 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 stunned.
“Yes,” the golden dragon, as if anticipating Yang Hao’s reaction, smiled faintly. “After the Creator God’s demise, His power did not vanish. Instead, it formed a world—the world you inhabit. All the planes of the universe are merely manifestations of the Creator God’s power. All the rules and order within are but the final thoughts of the Creator God before His passing.”
Yang Hao could hardly believe his ears. According to the golden dragon’s words, the multiverse of planes, all that was known or unknown, were merely manifestations of the Creator God’s power. If that were true, then even humans, even Yang Hao and Hunyuanzi, were but transformations of the Creator God’s power.
The golden dragon nodded, confirming Yang Hao’s thoughts: “Indeed. You humans, including the deities, are all extensions of the Creator God’s power. Therefore, the next Creator God will also emerge from among you. Do not think this world is infinite—it has only consumed a mere fraction—just one ten-thousandth—of the Creator God’s true power. The Creator God’s real power is sealed away in an unknown place within these planes, waiting for the Heir to claim it.”
“Is the Starflower really the mark of the Heir?” Yang Hao asked.
The golden dragon chuckled: “Being the Heir of the Creator God is not a rare thing. Every thousand years, in each plane of existence, one Heir appears. For example, in front of me, there are two Heirs.”
Yang Hao was momentarily confused, 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 into one is quite unexpected,” the golden dragon said.
Hunyuanzi muttered something, seemingly saying that he wasn’t as fortunate as Yang Hao and had never known his own identity.
“Who are you?” Yang Hao finally sensed that this golden dragon was far more than just a deity. “Can you lead me to 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 rules He left behind. As for me, you may call me the Dragon God. I am a projection of power in this world, the progenitor of all dragons.”
“Could it be that you are…” Yang Hao’s mind raced, “a projection of power?”
“Yes. In your words, I am a friend of your Creator God.
And I am another Creator God.” The golden dragon flapped its wings. “Of course, this is only a small projection of my true self. My real body 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 shock. Today, his worldview had expanded countless times. When he was inside the Great Pill Cauldron, he had only just learned that the 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 finally understood that all those planes were merely a fraction—just one ten-thousandth—of the Creator God’s energy at the moment of His demise. Their purpose was to preserve the Creator God’s power until the Heir’s arrival.
Yet now, everything had changed. This vast world was not governed by just one Creator God. Yang Hao’s Creator God had perished, while another Creator God had projected His power into this world to guard it and, in His own image, created a race of High Deities—the dragon race.
“Revered Dragon God!” Hunyuan finally spoke. His comprehension was not as quick as Yang Hao’s, but he had finally begun to understand everything.
“Since you are such a great being, why did you watch helplessly as the Supreme One altered the Creator God’s order? You know, the Supreme One has completely changed the order of deities, immortals, and ordinary humans. He imprisoned the deities, and even the dragon race you created has been imprisoned.”
At the mention of the Supreme One, the golden dragon’s expression darkened slightly. 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 God spread his wings, radiating a holy light that made Yang Hao look on 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. Everything that person has done was already foreseen by the Creator God.”
“Foreseen? Was the disruption of order also foreseen?” Yang Hao asked angrily.
“The wisdom of the Creator God transcends your understanding. Before His passing, He established order, yet even that must abide by intricate laws. Any misstep will set off a new chain of events,” the Dragon God emitted a faint divine aura. “In your words, what the Supreme One is currently undertaking is a Divine Calamity.”
“A Divine劫?” Yang Hao and Hunyuan exclaimed in unison.
They had heard of Heavenly Calamities, but never a Divine Calamity.
“Yes, a Divine劫,” the Dragon God said. “Even the deities cannot escape the Creator God’s laws. Although the deities hold supreme power in this world, they still make mistakes. Errors that appear unpunished will accumulate until the Divine劫 is set off. What the Supreme One is doing now was unavoidable.”
Yang Hao listened, grasping only half of the meaning, but the Dragon God’s message was clear: the deities’ actions had long strayed from the Creator God’s original intentions. When their accumulated errors reached a certain threshold, much like a pre-programmed mechanism within an intelligent system, the Divine Calamity would activate.
In other words, the Supreme One himself was merely a seed planted by the Creator God in advance—or perhaps a virus.
“Do you understand now?”
Yang Hao breathed heavily, unable to suppress his inner tension and excitement. The revelation of such a massive secret left him momentarily unable to fully comprehend it. However, he quickly regained his composure and asked, “If the Divine Calamity has already begun, how can it be brought to an end? Right now, the punishment isn’t confined to deities and immortals—it also involves innocent ordinary beings.”
The Dragon God shook his head: “That is not my concern. But I can tell you this: only when those who once possessed infinite power truly reflect upon themselves and see themselves clearly will the Divine Calamity come to an end. Otherwise, endless suffering will shroud this world, and no one will be able to stop it.”
After speaking, the Dragon God 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 know what it was, he memorized it deeply.
The golden dragon, like a beam of sunlight, shot into the sky. The light flared brilliantly, then vanished rapidly.
The entire space-time returned to normal. The immortals, who had been frozen in time, resumed their movements. To them, only a second had passed.
But Yang Hao had already survived the tribulation and truly become a Free Immortal.
“Did you succeed?” Tianxuanzi gasped as he struggled to rise, looking at Yang Hao with disbelief. Though he could hardly believe that Yang Hao had truly survived the hundredfold tribulation and ascended to immortality, the fact was right before him. Yang Hao stood alive and well, and the divine light around him could not be faked.
“Yes, we succeeded,” Yang Hao nodded. At the same time, he deeply buried everything the Dragon God had told him in his mind, deciding not to share it with anyone else.
The fewer people who knew the secret of this world, the fewer temptations would arise. Otherwise, even the current peace within the Hidden Immortal Realm might be hard to maintain.
Yang Hao clearly understood that although these immortals and deities were all mighty beings with incredible power, they were still flesh-and-blood beings with desires. Their desires did not diminish with increased strength; rather, they only grew stronger.
Only when they truly saw themselves could everything end. This was the Dragon God’s final message, and Yang Hao knew he could only wait—for the immortals and deities to see themselves clearly.
So, when so many immortals slowly approached Yang Hao, he simply said:
“I know what the Supreme One wants to do. He doesn’t want to rule just this world—he wants to rule all the planes of the universe. He wants to become the Creator God.”
Tianxuanzi nodded.
At the level of immortality, one could already understand the mysteries of space. They had once been powerful beings from different planes and naturally knew of the existence of the multiverse.
But now, they couldn’t even cross into another plane, let alone oppose the Supreme One.
“But I’m curious—why is the Supreme One so confident in becoming the new Creator God? Doesn’t he know that when breaking through to Golden Immortality, a massive Heavenly Tribulation will descend?” Yang Hao was certain that if the golden dragon truly wanted to kill someone, no one could escape. Don’t forget, the Dragon God was also a projection of the Creator God’s power.
“Because the Supreme One knows a secret,” Tianxuanzi suddenly spoke. He sighed and, along with Yunhezi, led Yang Hao aside.
Clearly, there were some things that only the Pill Cauldron Sect should know—things not even their fellow immortals in the Hidden Immortal Realm could be told.
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