“Did you bring them here on purpose?” the Golden Dragon God’s tone was unpleasant. As another incarnation of the Creator God, his wisdom naturally surpassed the ordinary.
Yang Hao nodded in agreement. “I could have killed these dragons, but they were your creations, and I thought you wouldn’t want to see them controlled by someone else.”
“Dragons must never be controlled by humans!” the Golden Dragon God roared, his gaze turning into golden beams that shot far into the distance.
“You now understand that the Overlord’s ambition brings unforeseen side effects. You might not care about humans or other deities, but there must be something in this universe that you do care about.” Yang Hao asked, “Would you really be willing to watch them perish at the hands of the Overlord?”
The Dragon God sighed deeply. As he exhaled, power flowed outward like water, enveloping Yang Hao and instantly restoring his strength after his long journey. Pointing at the thousand dragons kneeling in supplication, the Dragon God asked, “Do you know what they are praying for?”
“They want you to lift the divine tribulation and release the seal on the divine race’s power.”
Yang Hao didn’t need to be told; he could guess easily.
The Dragon God nodded, then shook his head. “But I can’t do it. Although I am their god and their creator, the divine tribulation can only be lifted by the supreme god of this universe. I am merely a projection of power and cannot accomplish this.”
“You must be able to do something,” Yang Hao stood opposite the Golden Dragon. Even though the Dragon God had shrunk his form, he was still much larger than Yang Hao. Yet Yang Hao felt no pressure at all. He raised his head, locked eyes with the Golden Dragon’s deep gaze, and directly projected his consciousness toward him. “Even I can overthrow the Overlord Council. Even the weakest life in this universe knows how to resist. You are the most powerful god in this universe. Can you really do nothing?”
The Golden Dragon communicated with Yang Hao through waves of consciousness. “According to the laws between the Creator Gods, mutual power projection is only meant to maintain the stability of the cosmic laws after the Creator Gods’ demise—tasks like delivering divine tribulations are left to us. However, direct interference or violence would trigger a backlash from the entire Creator God laws, possibly plunging countless realms into chaos.”
Yang Hao turned his head and saw the thousands of dragons, painfully kneeling there. For these proud dragons, having their powers sealed was already worse than death. Now being controlled by the Overlord made their existence unbearable.
Yang Hao nodded and smiled. “I don’t know much about the Creator God laws. Not long ago, I was just an ordinary student in this universe, but soon I will have to fight the Overlord, even though there’s a huge gap between our powers. Although these laws dictate that I can’t win, I will still go.”
“Why?” the Golden Dragon asked in confusion. “With your current strength, although you can’t defeat the Overlord, you can protect yourself. You could take your people and settle down peacefully somewhere. If you’re a bit more stubborn, the Overlord might even give this realm to you. After all, there are countless other realms in the universe; he could go elsewhere to absorb stellar energy until he truly becomes a Creator God, which might take countless years.”
“I could,” Yang Hao admitted. “Perhaps I would have in the past, but not now.”
“Why?”
“After becoming a god, I asked myself: who does this world truly belong to?”
Yang Hao spread his hands, and stellar energy quickly gathered in his palms, gradually forming a cluster of stardust. This stardust shimmered with silver light, like tens of thousands of silver specks, resembling a miniature Milky Way.
“The world naturally belongs to the Creator,” the Dragon God declared proudly. “The Creator Law states that the supreme god transformed his dying energy into this world, making it the Supreme God’s world. The Creator is the master of everything.”
Yang Hao understood. The Dragon God’s answer was as expected, since he was also a projection of a Creator God from another world, standing on a completely different standpoint from Yang Hao.
Yang Hao sneered. “Just because a world was shaped by the Creator’s power, does it mean it must belong to the Creator? Does everything we create have to obey us?”
“That’s certainly the Creator Law,” the Dragon God solemnly replied.
“Then…” Yang Hao’s gaze was sharp and fearless as he stared at the Dragon God. “Should the children we give birth to belong to us? Shouldn’t our children have their own will, their own consciousness, and their own lives?”
The Dragon God was stunned.
But Yang Hao wasn’t finished. He pointed at the thousands of dragons beneath the Dragon God and roared, “These are the lives you created. These dragons—should they all belong to you? Don’t they have their own lives, their own consciousness, their own ways of living? Shouldn’t they live freely in this world?”
The Dragon God quietly looked down at his kneeling subjects. Once proud and invincible, the dragons were now kneeling in despair. Controlled and bound, their lives had become unbearable. Suddenly, the Dragon God understood what Yang Hao meant.
Just as he had once said, dragons are proud, perfect beings who should never be controlled.
Other lives are equally proud and perfect and should not be controlled either.
Although this world was formed from the Creator God’s power, and the Creator God’s laws dictate its ownership, the life forms within this world are like the Creator God’s children. They were born, gained their own wisdom and lives, and from that moment on, they no longer belonged to the Creator God.
They had their own lives to live and their own destinies to control.
The Dragon God exhaled a dragon breath. Although this breath melted hundreds of large meteorites nearby, it was much milder compared to the turmoil in his heart.
“I understand,” the Dragon God looked at Yang Hao. “Young man, you are returning this universe to all its lives.”
“Yes, I will fight for them and win this universe.”
Yang Hao smiled. “It’s my duty.”
“Then young man, perhaps I can help you a little.” The Golden Dragon God suddenly spread his wings, keeping a certain distance from Yang Hao.
This time, it was Yang Hao’s turn to be surprised. “Aren’t you unable to interfere directly?”
“I can’t act directly, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you some gifts.” The Golden Dragon God smiled cunningly, fully displaying his ancient wisdom. “You know, what do dragons like to collect the most?”
“Gifts?” Yang Hao started scratching his head. He certainly knew that dragons were famously known as the most greedy divine race in history, loving to collect various treasures. Hence, hunters have always sought to find dragon nests, as even a small amount of treasure stolen from there would be enough for a lifetime.
But the key was, Yang Hao probably didn’t need money the most now. He controlled the entire universe’s power; anything he wanted was within reach. What use did he have for money?
The Golden Dragon God shook his claw and laughed. “I’m naturally different from ordinary dragons. They love collecting treasures the most. As for me, the only thing I collect is power.”
“Power?” Yang Hao was astonished. He didn’t know how power could be collected.
“Did you bring them here on purpose?” The Golden Dragon God’s tone was unfriendly. As an incarnation of another Creator God, his wisdom was naturally extraordinary.
Yang Hao nodded in acknowledgment. “I could have killed these dragons, but after all, you created them. I figured you wouldn’t want to see them controlled by others.”
“Dragons must never be controlled by anyone!” the Golden Dragon God roared, his gaze turning into a tangible golden light that shot far into the distance.
“Now you see, the Supreme One’s ambition comes with unimaginable side effects. You may not care about humans or other divine races, but in this universe, there must be something you hold dear.” Yang Hao pressed on, “Are you really willing to watch them perish at the hands of the Supreme One?”
The Dragon God sighed deeply. As he exhaled, his power flowed like water, washing over Yang Hao and instantly relieving him of the exhaustion from his long journey. The Dragon God pointed at the thousands of dragons prostrating in worship and asked, “Do you know what they’re praying for?”
“They want you to lift the Divine Calamity, to break the seal on the divine race’s power.”
Yang Hao didn’t need to know—he could guess.
The Dragon God nodded, then shook his head. “But I can’t. Though I am their god, their creator, only the highest deity of this universe can lift the Divine Calamity. I am merely a projection of power, powerless to do so.”
“You must be able to do something,” Yang Hao stood opposite the Golden Dragon. Even though the Dragon God had shrunk his form, he still towered over Yang Hao. Yet, Yang Hao felt no intimidation. He raised his head, locking eyes with the Dragon God’s profound gaze, and sent his thoughts directly. “Even I managed to overthrow the Supreme Council of Elders. Even the weakest beings in this universe know to resist. You are the mightiest god in this universe—can you truly do nothing?”
The Golden Dragon also communicated telepathically. “According to the laws among Creator Gods, our projections exist only to maintain the stability of universal laws after the Creator Gods’ demise—such as enforcing Divine Calamities. But direct intervention, direct conflict, would provoke a backlash from the Creator Gods’ laws, potentially throwing countless dimensions into chaos.”
Yang Hao turned and saw the thousands of dragons writhing in agony. For these proud creatures, having their power sealed was worse than death. Now, being controlled by the Supreme One made their existence unbearable.
Yang Hao nodded and smiled. “I don’t know anything about Creator Gods’ laws. Not long ago, I was just an ordinary student in this universe. But soon, I’ll be fighting the Supreme One. Even though the gap between our power is vast, even though these laws seem to doom me to failure, I’ll still go.”
“Why?” the Dragon God asked, puzzled. “With your current strength, you may not defeat the Supreme One, but you can protect yourself. You could settle down with your people, live in peace. If you insist, the Supreme One might even cede this dimension to you. There are countless universes—he can always absorb stellar energy elsewhere. By the time he truly becomes a Creator God, who knows how many years will have passed?”
“I could,” Yang Hao admitted. “Maybe the old me would have. But not now.”
“Why?”
“After becoming a god, I asked myself—who does this world truly belong to?”
Yang Hao spread his hands, and stellar energy rapidly gathered in his palms, forming a swirling nebula of silver light, like a miniature galaxy.
“The world belongs to the Creator Gods, of course,” the Dragon God declared proudly. “The Creator Gods’ laws state that the highest deity used the energy of dissolution to shape this world. Thus, it is the world of the highest deity. The Creator Gods are the supreme rulers of all.”
Yang Hao understood. The Dragon God’s answer was expected—after all, he was a projection of another world’s Creator God, standing on a completely different ground.
Yang Hao sneered. “Just because the world was shaped by the Creator Gods’ power, does that mean it belongs to them? Does everything we create have to obey us?”
“Of course. That is the Creator Gods’ law,” the Dragon God said solemnly.
“Then…” Yang Hao’s gaze burned as he stared fearlessly at the Dragon God. “Does that mean the children we bear also belong to us? Shouldn’t they have their own will, their own consciousness, their own lives?”
The Dragon God froze.
But Yang Hao wasn’t finished. He pointed at the thousands of dragons at the Dragon God’s feet and roared, “These are lives you created! Do they belong to you? Do they not have their own lives, their own consciousness, their own existence? Shouldn’t they live freely in this world?”
The Dragon God silently turned his gaze to his subjects. Once the proudest, most untouchable race in the universe, now they lay prostrate, wailing in torment. Their controlled, shackled existence had made life worse than death.
Suddenly, the Dragon God understood Yang Hao’s words.
Just as he had once said—dragons were proud, perfect, and should never be controlled.
The same was true for all life.
Though this world was forged by the Creator Gods’ power, though their laws dictated its ownership, the beings within it were like the Creator Gods’ children. Once born, they developed their own wisdom and lives. From that moment, they no longer belonged to the Creator Gods.
They had their own lives to live, their own destinies to fulfill.
The Dragon God exhaled a breath that melted hundreds of distant meteors, yet it was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart.
“I understand,” the Dragon God said, looking at Yang Hao. “Young man, you wish to return this universe to all life.”
“Yes. I will fight for them, to win this universe.”
Yang Hao smiled. “It is my duty.”
“Then, young man, perhaps I can help you—just a little.” The Golden Dragon God suddenly spread his wings, putting some distance between them.
Now it was Yang Hao’s turn to be surprised. “I thought you couldn’t interfere?”
“I can’t act directly, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a gift.” The Dragon God grinned slyly, revealing his ancient wisdom. “Do you know what dragons love to collect most?”
“A gift?” Yang Hao scratched his head. Of course he knew—dragons were infamous as the greediest divine race, hoarding treasures of all kinds. Many hunters sought dragon lairs, knowing a single raid could yield enough wealth to last a lifetime.
But right now, Yang Hao lacked nothing—least of all money. With the power of the universe at his fingertips, wealth was meaningless.
The Golden Dragon God wagged a claw. “I’m not like ordinary dragons. They love gold and jewels. The only thing I collect… is power.”
“Power?” Yang Hao was stunned. How could power be collected?
The Dragon God raised a claw and lightly slashed the air, pulling Yang Hao and himself into another empty dimension, away from his subjects. Then, with a flick, he touched the strange golden black hole.
Suddenly, the black hole’s suction vanished. The golden light dissipated, and from within erupted an overwhelming, awe-inspiring energy wave.
As the golden glow faded, Yang Hao gaped—inside the black hole was a dazzling sea of starlight, like millions of condensed galaxies, countless silver points flickering endlessly.
The Golden Dragon God hovered behind him. “Did you think the Supreme One was the only one absorbing stellar energy in this universe? With his reckless devouring, it took him centuries just to reach the Ascendant Realm. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”
Yang Hao shuddered. “So you’ve been…”
“Competing with him,” the Dragon God admitted with a sly grin. “Though the Creator Gods’ laws forbid me from acting directly against the Supreme One, no one said I couldn’t collect stellar energy. Every time he cleared a sector to absorb, I quietly stole half and hid it away.”
Yang Hao understood. The Dragon God had foreseen this day. By siphoning half the Supreme One’s energy, he not only slowed his ascent to godhood but also stockpiled power for the future.
A wave of emotion washed over Yang Hao. This seemingly rigid, law-abiding Dragon God had cared for the universe all along.
“This stellar energy is nearly equal to what the Supreme One absorbed over the years. Consider it my gift to you.” The Dragon God laughed, then gently pushed Yang Hao into the black hole.
Yang Hao didn’t refuse. With war looming, strength was paramount. Floating atop the vast stellar energy, he activated the Alchemy Sect’s secret technique.
The moment he did, he was nearly drowned by the surging energy.
Previously, he’d absorbed energy planet by planet—like drinking from a stream. But now, he faced an entire reservoir. The moment the floodgates opened, the deluge threatened to overwhelm him.
Unimaginable power rushed into his body, lifting him effortlessly.
Outside, the Dragon God watched as radiant, multicolored energy enveloped Yang Hao. Unconscious, he drifted in the energy waves, his body shattered and reforged countless times by the stellar power—even a god’s form couldn’t withstand it.
The Dragon God smiled. He could see Yang Hao undergoing the transformation to the Ascendant Realm. The Supreme One had taken centuries to absorb this much energy, yet Yang Hao was experiencing it all in an instant.
When the final light coalesced around Yang Hao, he emerged anew.
Once fair-skinned and well-proportioned, his body now gleamed like jade, radiating serenity.
Around his physical form hovered nine translucent, crystalline avatars—a hallmark of the Ascendant Realm. Beams of milky-white holy light emanated from him, announcing his ascension to the universe.
But at the same time, dark and crimson hues stained the sky. Multiple Divine Calamities descended upon the still-unconscious Yang Hao.
His rapid power surge had violated the Creator Gods’ laws, provoking an unprecedented backlash—enough to tear him apart.
Yet no matter how fierce the calamities, they were nothing before their enforcer. The Golden Dragon God, wielder of the highest Divine Calamities, dismissed them with a wave of his claw.
At last, Yang Hao safely ascended to the Ascendant Realm. Now, he stood on equal footing with the Supreme One.
The Golden Dragon God soared through space, watching as Yang Hao’s crystalline avatars merged into his body. He nodded solemnly, his gaze turning cold as he stared into the depths of the universe.
The final divine battle—was it truly about to begin?
In just a month, the universe had undergone cataclysmic changes.
After Emperor Mianyou of the Galactic Empire pledged allegiance to Yang Hao, the once-mighty empire crumbled. The United Cosmic Federation unified the cosmos at an unprecedented speed.
As the Federation declared Earth its new capital, Herd led four hundred Saint Realm experts to purge the remnants of the Council of Elders. Nearly two hundred elders were eliminated across the eastern and western sectors. With only a handful escaping, the Council—including its nine Grand Elders—was erased from history.
Thus ended the Supreme One and the Council’s centuries-long dominion over the universe.
Yet without the Galactic Empire’s iron grip, former imperial governors and armies sought independence. Reluctantly, Long Yun led Federation forces to suppress the first wave of rebellions, a struggle lasting over half a month.
But this was temporary. Without the monarchy’s central authority or the Council’s dominance, only Yang Hao’s presence could prevent the coming era of interstellar strife.
Suddenly, all the suction force from the black hole disappeared, and the golden light quickly dissipated. From within the black hole, a powerful and awe-inspiring energy wave emerged.
As the golden glow gradually faded, Yang Hao was stunned to see the incredibly brilliant starlight inside the black hole. It was like millions of condensed Milky Ways, with countless silver specks continuously flickering inside.
Flying behind Yang Hao, the Golden Dragon God said, “You thought only the Overlord was absorbing stellar energy in this universe? With his completely unrefined method of consumption, after so many years of absorption, he only reached the Feixian realm. Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”
Yang Hao was shocked. “So you’re saying, you’re also…”
“I’ve been competing with him,” the Golden Dragon God laughed slyly. “Although according to the Creator God laws, I can’t directly confront the Overlord, no one said I couldn’t collect stellar energy. Whenever the Overlord clears a universe and starts absorbing energy, I secretly steal half of it and hide it away.”
Yang Hao understood. The Dragon God had anticipated this day long ago, so he had been stealing half of the stellar energy that the Overlord was absorbing. This not only slowed the Overlord’s progress toward godhood, but these hidden stellar energies would eventually prove useful.
Suddenly, Yang Hao felt a surge of emotion. He realized that this Dragon God, who seemed to rigidly follow the Creator God laws, actually cared deeply about everything in the universe.
“The stellar energy here is almost as much as what the Overlord absorbed back then. This is my gift to you,” the Golden Dragon God laughed loudly, then lightly touched Yang Hao, sending him into the black hole.
Such a generous gift, of course, Yang Hao would not refuse. Now was the time for a major battle; the stronger he became, the better. As soon as he entered the black hole and floated atop the vast stellar energy, he began using the secret techniques of the Dan Ding Sect.
It was better not to use it, for once he did, Yang Hao was almost overwhelmed by the surging stellar energy.
Previously, using this secret technique involved absorbing energy from one planet at a time, much like a person facing a small stream; even if they drained it dry, there would be no side effects.
But what Yang Hao faced now was a massive reservoir. Once the gates opened, the floodwaters would surge forth uncontrollably.
“Did you bring them here on purpose?” The Golden Dragon God’s tone was unfriendly. As the incarnation of another Creator God, his wisdom was naturally extraordinary.
Yang Hao nodded in acknowledgment. “I could have killed these dragons, but after all, you created them. I don’t think you’d want to see them controlled by someone else.”
“Dragons cannot be controlled by anyone!” the Golden Dragon God roared, his gaze turning into a tangible golden light that stretched far into the distance.
“Now you understand—the Supreme One’s ambition comes with unimaginable side effects. You may not care about humans or other divine races, but in this universe, there must be something you hold dear.” Yang Hao pressed on, “Are you really willing to watch them perish at the hands of the Supreme One?”
The Dragon God sighed deeply. As he exhaled, his power flowed like water, washing over Yang Hao and instantly relieving the exhaustion from his long journey. The Dragon God pointed at the thousands of dragons prostrating in worship and asked, “Do you know what they’re praying for?”
“They want you to lift the Divine Calamity—to break the seal on the divine race’s power.”
Yang Hao didn’t need to be told; he could guess.
The Dragon God nodded, then shook his head. “But I can’t. Though I am their god, their creator, only the highest deity of this universe can lift the Divine Calamity. I am merely a projection of power—I have no means to do so.”
“You must be able to do something,” Yang Hao stood opposite the Golden Dragon. Even though the Dragon God had shrunk his form, he still towered over Yang Hao. Yet, Yang Hao felt no intimidation. He raised his head, locking eyes with the Dragon God’s profound gaze, and sent his thoughts directly. “Even I managed to overthrow the Supreme Council of Elders. Even the weakest beings in this universe know to resist. You are the mightiest god here—can you truly do nothing?”
The Golden Dragon responded telepathically, “According to the laws among Creator Gods, our projections exist only to maintain the stability of universal laws after the Creator Gods’ demise—such as enforcing Divine Calamities. But direct intervention, direct conflict, would provoke a backlash from the Creator Gods’ laws, potentially throwing countless dimensions into chaos.”
Yang Hao turned and saw the thousands of dragons writhing in agony. For these proud creatures, having their power sealed was worse than death. Now, being controlled by the Supreme One made their existence unbearable.
Yang Hao nodded and smiled. “I don’t know anything about Creator Gods’ laws. Not long ago, I was just an ordinary student in this universe. But soon, I’ll be fighting the Supreme One. Even though the gap between our power is vast, even though these laws say I can’t win—I’ll still go.”
“Why?” the Dragon God asked, puzzled. “With your current strength, you may not defeat the Supreme One, but you can protect yourself. You could settle down with your people, live in peace. If you insist, the Supreme One might even cede this dimension to you. There are countless universes—he can always absorb stellar energy elsewhere. By the time he truly becomes a Creator God, it’ll be ages from now.”
“I could,” Yang Hao admitted. “Maybe the old me would have. But not now.”
“Why?”
“After becoming a god, I asked myself—who does this world truly belong to?”
Yang Hao spread his hands, and stellar energy rapidly gathered in his palms, forming a swirling nebula of silver light, like a miniature galaxy.
“The world belongs to the Creator Gods, of course,” the Dragon God declared proudly. “The Creator Gods’ laws state that the highest deity used the energy of dissolution to forge this world. Thus, it is the world of the highest deity. The Creator God is the supreme ruler of all.”
Yang Hao understood. The Dragon God’s answer was expected—after all, he was a projection of another world’s Creator God, standing on a completely different ground.
Yang Hao sneered. “Just because the world was shaped by the Creator Gods’ power, does it mean it belongs to them? Does everything we create have to obey us?”
“Of course. That is the Creator Gods’ law,” the Dragon God intoned solemnly.
“Then…” Yang Hao’s gaze burned, unwavering as he stared at the Dragon God. “Does that mean the children we bear also belong to us? Shouldn’t they have their own will, their own consciousness, their own lives?”
The Dragon God froze.
But Yang Hao wasn’t finished. He pointed at the thousands of dragons at the Dragon God’s feet and roared, “These are lives you created! Do these dragons belong to you? Do they not have their own lives, their own consciousness, their own existence? Shouldn’t they be free to live in this world?”
The Dragon God silently turned his gaze to his subjects—once the proudest, most untouchable race in the universe, now reduced to pitiful groveling. Their controlled, shackled lives had made their existence worse than death.
Suddenly, the Dragon God understood Yang Hao’s words.
Just as he himself had once said—dragons were proud, perfect, and should never be controlled.
The same was true for all life.
Though this world was forged by the Creator Gods’ power, though their laws dictated its ownership, the living beings within it were like the Creator Gods’ children. Once born, they developed their own wisdom and lives. From that moment, they no longer belonged to the Creator Gods.
They had their own lives to live, their own destinies to fulfill. They deserved to control their own fates.
The Dragon God exhaled a breath—one that melted hundreds of distant meteors, yet paled in comparison to the turmoil in his heart.
“I understand,” the Dragon God said, looking at Yang Hao. “Young man, you wish to return this universe to all living beings.”
“Yes. I will fight for them—to win this universe.”
Yang Hao smiled. “It is my duty.”
“Then, young man… perhaps I can help you a little.” The Golden Dragon God suddenly spread his wings, putting some distance between them.
Now it was Yang Hao’s turn to be surprised. “I thought you couldn’t interfere?”
“I can’t act directly. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a gift.” The Dragon God grinned slyly, revealing his ancient wisdom. “Do you know what dragons love to collect most?”
“A gift?” Yang Hao scratched his head. Of course he knew—dragons were infamous for their greed, hoarding treasures of all kinds. Many hunters sought out dragon lairs, knowing that a single stolen artifact could sustain them for life.
But right now, Yang Hao lacked nothing—least of all wealth. With the power of the universe at his fingertips, anything he desired was within reach.
The Golden Dragon God wagged a claw. “I’m not like ordinary dragons. They hoard riches. The only thing I collect… is power.”
“Power?” Yang Hao was stunned. He didn’t understand how power could be collected.
The Dragon God raised a claw and lightly swiped the air, pulling Yang Hao and himself into another empty dimension, away from his subjects. Then, with a deft touch, he tapped the strange golden black hole.
Instantly, the black hole’s suction vanished. The golden light dissipated, and from within surged an overwhelming, awe-inspiring energy wave.
As the golden radiance faded, Yang Hao gaped—inside the black hole was a dazzling sea of starlight, like millions of condensed galaxies, countless silver specks shimmering endlessly.
The Golden Dragon God hovered behind him. “Did you think the Supreme One was the only one absorbing stellar energy in this universe? With his reckless devouring, it took him centuries just to reach the Ascendant Realm. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”
Yang Hao shuddered. “So… you’ve been…”
“Competing with him.” The Dragon God smirked. “Though the Creator Gods’ laws forbid me from acting against the Supreme One directly, no one said I couldn’t collect stellar energy. Every time he cleared a sector to absorb its power, I quietly stole half and hid it away.”
Yang Hao realized—the Dragon God had foreseen this day. By siphoning half the Supreme One’s energy, he not only slowed his ascent to godhood but also stockpiled a reserve for future use.
A wave of emotion washed over Yang Hao. This seemingly rigid, law-abiding Dragon God had always cared for the universe.
“This stellar energy is nearly equal to what the Supreme One absorbed over the years. Consider it my gift to you.” The Dragon God laughed, then gently pushed Yang Hao into the black hole.
Yang Hao didn’t refuse. With the final battle looming, strength was everything. The moment he entered, floating atop the vast stellar energy, he activated the Alchemy Sect’s secret technique.
The result was overwhelming—torrents of energy surged into him, threatening to drown him.
Previously, using this technique had been like sipping from a stream—manageable, with no backlash.
But now, he faced an ocean.
The energy flooded his body without restraint, lifting him effortlessly.
Outside, the Dragon God watched as radiant, multicolored energy enveloped Yang Hao, tossing him unconsciously in its currents. His body shattered and reformed endlessly under the stellar force—even a god’s form couldn’t withstand it.
The Dragon God smiled. He could see Yang Hao, unconsciously, undergoing the transformation into the Ascendant Realm. The Supreme One had taken centuries to absorb this much energy—yet Yang Hao was experiencing it all in an instant.
When the final light coalesced around Yang Hao, he emerged anew.
His once-fair skin now glowed like jade, suffused with serene radiance.
Around his physical form hovered nine translucent, crystalline avatars—a hallmark of the Ascendant Realm. Beams of milky-white holy light emanated from him, spreading across dimensions, announcing his ascension to godhood.
But at the same time, the sky darkened with streaks of black and red. Divine Calamities descended upon the still-unconscious Yang Hao.
His rapid power surge had violated the Creator Gods’ laws, invoking an unprecedented backlash—one meant to tear him apart.
Yet no matter how fierce the calamities, they were nothing before their enforcer. The Golden Dragon God, wielder of the highest Divine Calamities, dismissed them with a flick of his claw.
At last, Yang Hao safely ascended to the Ascendant Realm. Now, he stood on equal footing with the Supreme One.
The Dragon God soared through space, watching as Yang Hao’s crystalline avatars merged into his form. He nodded, then cast a cold gaze toward a distant corner of the universe.
The final divine battle—was it truly about to begin?
In just a month, the universe had undergone cataclysmic change.
After Emperor Mianyou of the Galactic Empire pledged allegiance to Yang Hao, the once-mighty empire crumbled. The United Cosmic Federation unified the cosmos at an unprecedented speed.
As the Federation declared Earth its new capital, Heade led four hundred Saint Realm experts to purge the remnants of the Council of Elders. Nearly two hundred elders were eliminated across the eastern and western sectors. Apart from a few fugitives, the entire Council—including the nine Grand Stewards—had been erased from history.
Thus ended the Supreme One and the Council’s centuries-long dominion over the universe.
Yet without the Galactic Empire’s iron grip, former imperial warlords and armies began asserting independence. Forced into action, Long Yun led Federation forces in a half-month campaign to quell the first wave of rebellions.
But this was temporary. Without the empire’s centralized rule or the Council’s authority, only Yang Hao’s presence could prevent the coming era of chaos—a time of fractured factions and endless war.
Outside, the Dragon God watched as colorful energy waves surrounded Yang Hao. He was unconsciously drifting in the energy waves, his body repeatedly pierced by the stellar energy. Even his divine body was shattered and reformed countless times.
The Dragon God smiled slightly. Naturally, he could see that Yang Hao was unconsciously undergoing the transformation of his body and power to reach the Feixian realm. Such massive stellar energy, which took the Overlord centuries to absorb painfully, Yang Hao was now enjoying in an instant.
As the final glow reappeared around Yang Hao’s body, he underwent a new transformation.
Previously, Yang Hao had fair skin and a well-proportioned figure, but now his entire body was as smooth as jade, emitting a peaceful glow.
Around Yang Hao’s physical form, there were also nine translucent-like illusions, a special feature of a Feixian god. Beams of light radiated from Yang Hao’s body, like milky white holy light, spreading to various realms of the universe, announcing the arrival of a new god.
However, at the same time, the sky also showed a mixture of black and red colors. Several divine tribulations simultaneously headed toward Yang Hao, who was still unconscious.
Because Yang Hao had rapidly increased his power in an extremely short time, this had seriously violated the Creator God laws, so this divine tribulation was especially severe, almost tearing Yang Hao apart completely.
But no matter how severe the tribulation, it depends on who is protecting him. As the highest executor of divine tribulations in this world, the Golden Dragon God would not take these small tribulations seriously. When several tribulations fell, he merely waved his golden claws, dissipating these great calamities into nothingness.
Finally, Yang Hao safely ascended to the Feixian realm. He and the Overlord were finally on the same starting line.
The Golden Dragon God soared in the cosmic space, watching as Yang Hao’s translucent illusions one by one merged into his physical form. Finally, he nodded and coldly gazed at a certain direction in the universe.
Was the ultimate divine battle really about to begin?
In just a month, the universe underwent earth-shaking changes.
After the Galactic Empire’s Emperor Mian You declared allegiance to Yang Hao, the once-mighty empire finally collapsed. The United Cosmic Federation rapidly unified the entire universe at an extraordinary speed.
As the United Cosmic Federation announced that the Earth would become the new federation’s capital, Hede led four hundred Saint-level experts to eradicate the remnants of the Elder Council across the entire universe. They eliminated nearly two hundred left-wing elders in the east and west, and except for a few who fled, the entire Elder Council, including the nine executive elders, had become dust of history.
From this moment on, the Overlord and the Elder Council’s centuries-long rule over this universe finally came to an end.
However, without the monarch of the Galactic Empire to impose control, some former imperial governors and military forces also showed tendencies toward independence. In the unavoidable situation, Long Yun led the United Federation’s army to fight in all directions, spending nearly half a month to suppress the first wave of rebellion.
Of course, this was only temporary. Once the highly centralized monarchy and the authority of the Elder Council were gone, unless Yang Hao appeared in person, no one could bind the universe to the upcoming waves of separatist conflicts.
However, with the arrival of the next month, the Grand Assembly of the United Federation of the Universe was officially convened on the planet. Most of the powerful experts under Yang Hao had already become high-ranking officials. Hede and Mian Youhuang would respectively serve as the First and Second Deputy Prime Ministers of the United Federation of the Universe. Long Yun became the first Grand Fleet Commander of the United Federation Armed Forces, commanding the entire federal fleet.
Yang Hao originally didn’t want the three women to work too hard, but they, especially Shi Mingyuan, became ambitious and competitive, each eager to attain the highest positions. Helplessly, Yang Hao could only personally assign the posts.
Because Shi Mingyuan had previously led the Eastern Republican Federation, she was appointed one of the Deputy Prime Ministers. Ling Ziyun was personally chosen by Yang Hao to become the Chief Strategist of the Federal Military General Staff. Kan Ling remained on the familiar planet, beginning to organize a new planetary defense force and the Snowy Night Star Lion Corps, modeled after the former Imperial Guards.
Xie Fengting, a young disciple of the Light Sword School, had been abandoned at birth and repeatedly expelled by the Light Sword sect due to continuous failures. Eventually, he was recruited into the Qianlong Pavilion as a Qianlong agent due to his potential. Yang Hao personally designated him to succeed Situ Hai’s position as the guardian of the Qianlong Pavilion.
Zhuge Jian was ordered to reestablish the Merchant Guild and became the chief of the nine council members of the new Merchant Guild. In the days to come, he would write a new legend of his own.
The biggest difference between the new structure of the United Federation and the former empire was the decline of the aristocracy. Yang Hao was deeply dissatisfied with the noble class of the Galactic Empire, considering them a group of vampires. Therefore, this time, no benefits were allocated to them.
From then on, numerous noble families declined and scattered to various corners of the universe, becoming a group of nostalgic and decaying remnants of the past.
Of course, some noble families had already occupied positions as system governors. Not only were they unaffected, but they also had the honor of participating in this Grand Assembly of the United Federation, becoming members of the confederate structure.
This parliamentary session ultimately elected Yang Hao as the Supreme Ruler, Prime Minister, and Leader of the United Federation of the Universe. It also abolished all worship of the Overlords throughout the universe, making Yang Hao the new spiritual leader of this universe.
A new era had finally begun.
Yet, just as the centuries-old monarchy crumbled into dust and the new federal system was born, Yang Hao himself did not attend the meeting. It seemed to him that becoming the supreme ruler of the universe was not particularly important.
On that day, the Divine Dragon God transferred all his stored stellar power to Yang Hao, helped him survive the heavenly tribulation of becoming a Celestial Immortal, and then handed him a coordinate in the universe.
It seemed the Divine Dragon God really enjoyed throwing coordinates at people.
After receiving the coordinate, Yang Hao disappeared for a full month. Even the three women closest to him didn’t know what he was doing. Occasionally, when they did see him, he appeared disheveled and exhausted, nothing like the image of a mighty Celestial Immortal.
However, no one dared to disturb Yang Hao’s work, for everyone knew he was preparing for the final battle against the Overlord. This battle would determine the fate of the universe once and for all.
Trillions upon trillions of people silently hoped and prayed.
A month passed quickly. Yang Hao received a message from the Overlord, transmitted from some remote corner of the universe. His expression became solemn. During this month, the Overlord’s strength seemed to have increased again. It appeared he had absorbed a great deal of stellar energy from other dimensions.
Yang Hao did not bid farewell to anyone, for this battle was fought on behalf of the Dan Ding Sect and every being in the universe. Regardless of the outcome, there would be no regrets.
The battleground chosen by the Overlord was the outer northern region of the universe, which surprised Yang Hao. However, upon arriving in the north, he realized that the Overlord had indeed chosen this northern outer region deliberately—it was the first area of this dimensional universe from which the Overlord had drained all energy. Therefore, here, there were only dead stars, countless systems silently drifting in the cold void, devoid of any attraction, hence no orbits or rotations. These icy, cold stone-like stars were merely floating corpses.
Such a place, like a cosmic prison, naturally had no visitors.
More importantly, there was no longer any stellar energy here, so both the Overlord and Yang Hao could only rely on their own strength without drawing energy from the universe.
Just from this arrangement, the Overlord had already eliminated any chance of Yang Hao’s victory.
However, courage has never been forged from the probability of victory.
Yang Hao wore a long robe of dark blue, embroidered with the prestigious emblem of the Dan Ding Sect. This outfit had been prepared for him by the ancestral masters like Tian Xuanzi from the Hidden Immortal Realm. It was said to be the official attire worn by every Dan Ding Sect Grandmaster upon their ascension.
In just a short time, Yang Hao’s demeanor and aura had undergone a tremendous transformation. The youthful impatience and naivety had long vanished before he attained divinity. Now, like the Overlord, he bore a serene countenance and radiated a holy glow as if tangible.
In fact, the Overlord seemed even more like a celestial immortal, with his white hair and long beard being the standard image of an immortal. However, compared to his outward brilliance, his inner darkness made him even more despicable.
When Yang Hao arrived at the northern outer region, he saw the Overlord barefoot, standing on a small dead satellite, meditating.
The Overlord’s body had already been transformed into an infinitely vast form. Such transformation techniques were now mere child’s play to Yang Hao.
“You’re here?” The Overlord suddenly opened his eyes, and a beam of gaze shot toward Yang Hao, causing his skin to burn with pain.
“Fighting in a graveyard—does it give you a thrill?” Yang Hao’s lips curled with mockery.
“A graveyard?”
“Isn’t it?” Yang Hao replied coldly. “You’ve turned this place into a graveyard of stars. Don’t you feel even a bit of shame?”
The Overlord stared at Yang Hao silently for a while, then suddenly smiled strangely: “You’re quite impressive, even more so than your master. He wandered for a thousand years, merely a lonely soul. But you—within such a short time, you’ve become a Celestial Immortal. If you’re willing, I won’t kill you.”
“No matter whether you’re willing or not, I will kill you,” Yang Hao shot back immediately.
The Overlord, however, remained unperturbed and continued, “In fact, I’m even willing to share the world with you. In this multiverse, you can choose any half you like, and I guarantee I won’t invade your domain. Within your territory, you will be the supreme god. No one will ever challenge your authority.”
The Overlord believed the terms he offered were extremely tempting.
After all, the entire world was his conquest. He painstakingly initiated divine tribulations, sealing away all the gods and immortals, making it possible for him and Yang Hao, two Celestial Immortals, to rule the world.
Now he was willing to give half of his domain to Yang Hao, even allowing Yang Hao to choose first. Such generosity moved even the Overlord himself.
Yang Hao’s face showed not the slightest surprise. He merely said calmly:
“Why did you kill Wu Yi? He was your most loyal disciple.”
“That useless fellow couldn’t even help me. Why keep him?” The Overlord resumed his lofty posture. “As my follower, he should have understood. He must be ready to die for me at any time.”
“They were indeed willing to die for you,” Yang Hao sighed. “But they shouldn’t have died by your hand.”
“Is there a difference?” The Overlord sneered.
Yang Hao nodded: “Yes, to you, there’s no difference. Whether it’s Wu Yi, the Elders, Emperor Yinglie, or even every life in the universe, they’re all insignificant beings to you, disposable at will.”
“We are gods. What are those lowly lives to us gods?”
Yang Hao said calmly, “Do you remember why you unified the cultivation sects and sealed the divine race’s powers?”
The Overlord frowned, seemingly reluctant to recall that past.
But Yang Hao helped him remember: “You saw the bloodshed of the divine and demonic war. You hoped to seal the divine race to save the innocent lives of this universe.”
“Is that so?” The Overlord’s face was cold.
“Why have you forgotten your original intention? Why have you forgotten your ideals?” Yang Hao asked in confusion.
The Overlord chuckled lightly, clenching his fist. A nearby satellite instantly exploded into dust: “Power. Do you understand? Power. I have power, authority. In this world, no one can stop me from seeking greater power.”
“What do you want?” Yang Hao asked. “You’re already the most powerful person in this world. You were once the only god. Why aren’t you satisfied?”
“Satisfied?” The Overlord laughed loudly. “You’re too amusing. What does being the only god matter? I was never the strongest. In this world, there’s only one strongest—the Creator God, the Supreme God, the Creator. I will become his heir, and that is my only goal.”
“No matter the cost?” Yang Hao asked.
“Yes, no matter the cost.”
“If you destroy this world, even if you become the Supreme God, what then?”
The Overlord laughed: “If this world is destroyed, I’ll create a new one. Since I can become the Creator, what can’t I create?”
As the Overlord recounted his past, the northern outer region remained as silent as ever, but Yang Hao and the Overlord stood like two lighthouses in the dark, completely devoid of the tension before a battle.
“Long, long ago, I was a cultivator in another dimension.
Unfortunately, my world was the main battlefield of the divine and demonic war. I was drawn into the war, and due to the vast difference in strength, I was decisively defeated. My luck wasn’t too bad—I wasn’t completely destroyed but was thrown out of that dimension and into this universe.” The Overlord spoke of his origins as calmly as still water. “Heaven blessed me. Just when I thought I had no hope left, I discovered a secret—the secret of the Creator God and his heir. I realized this was an opportunity, the greatest opportunity of my life.”
“You unified the cultivation sects just to prepare for this?”
The Overlord suddenly laughed heartily toward the sky: “You’re wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“You misunderstood,” the Overlord said, his eyes sharp as knives.
“I unified the orthodox cultivation sects and painstakingly collected divine treasures only to destroy the Dan Ding Sect.”
“Why?” This was the first time Yang Hao had heard this. Master Hun Yuan had always thought the Overlord’s destruction of the Dan Ding Sect was merely one battle in the process of unifying the cultivation sects.
“Because your master, Hun Yuan, was the heir to the Creator God a thousand years ago,” the Overlord’s expression darkened. “I wanted to force him, to push him out of his comfortable environment. I wanted him to help me find the power of the Creator God.”
“You destroyed the thousand-year foundation of my Dan Ding Sect, killed my master’s wife, just to force my master to help you find that power?” Yang Hao’s voice was filled with grief and fury.
“Pity Hun Yuan was useless. He wandered for a thousand years and found not a single clue. What a waste,” the Overlord laughed. “But he did do one good thing in the end—he chose you. Truly, heaven must have pitied me. Both heirs to the Creator God turned out to be from the Dan Ding Sect, separated by a thousand years, yet you both became one person.”
“We are one person, and we share the same hatred,” Yang Hao’s mood slowly calmed, causing the planets that had been drawn to his rage to return to their original positions one by one.
“Now, let’s see where the power of the Creator God truly lies!” After saying this, the Overlord attacked. He struck with his full strength.
The Overlord’s accumulated holy power of a thousand years poured forth without reservation, forming a vast river of milky-white energy in the universe, ruthlessly suppressing Yang Hao.
To everyone’s surprise, Yang Hao did not resist, allowing the energy to engulf him.
The Overlord’s light force was a thick beam of light, piercing through Yang Hao completely.
Infinite stellar energy condensed in the air, transforming into a great light force capable of purifying all darkness. This light force was even stronger than the Great Light Technique Yang Hao had seen before.
Because this light originated from the power of the Creator God—it was the source of the world’s birth. The entire world began from this first ray of light.
Yang Hao was pierced by this beam of light, but his face showed no expression of pain.
On the contrary, red light began to shine from his body, especially from his back. This light even overshadowed the milky-white holy light. It flowed in the air, gradually converging, finally transforming into a strange, blooming nebula flower.
It turned out that the primordial light released by the Overlord was the third holy baptism, the final condition for the blooming of the nebula flower.
The flower extended from behind Yang Hao to several light-years away. The massive flower shape was composed of countless galaxies, which emitted a striking dark red glow, as if piercing through the entire universe.
In this world, there would never be a more magnificent sight. The entire universe seemed to fade in comparison to the blooming of this flower. Half of the universe’s stars provided energy for the appearance of this flower’s brilliance.
The people of the United Federation of the Universe witnessed this extraordinary cosmic phenomenon, though they did not understand its meaning. However, long afterward, it would still be widely spread and remembered as a miracle of the Supreme Deity’s manifestation.
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