For ten thousand years, the world of Aetherion has lived under the shadow of a myth: the Last Palace, an eternal seat of power no living soul has seen, and the sovereign who planted a colossal blade — the Mandate — into the heart of the planet to impose order on chaos.
They call him the Celestial Dominion Monarch.
They whisper his true name only in terror or desperation: Lucian Thaloryn.
Most believe he is legend, a tale told to frighten ambitious sect masters and arrogant kings. The Seven High Sects rule continents, kingdoms pay tribute, and cultivators climb the Ladder of Dominion — from Ember Vein to the unreachable peaks — never suspecting their entire system was once forced upon a wild cosmos by one man’s will.
But the cosmos remembers.
Ancient primordials, beings who once warred across shattered realms and lost to Lucian, have waited ten millennia in the outer dark. Now they probe — subtle tears in the sky, whispers of rebellion, foreign qi that does not belong. They do not dare confront him directly. Not yet. They erode from the edges, testing the seams of the Ladder, tempting the arrogant, corrupting the ley lines.
At the frontier outpost of Ashfall, a frightened boy speaks the forbidden name in rage.
Thunder answers.
In the hidden heart of the Last Palace, Lucian Thaloryn opens his eyes for the first time in centuries. Beside him sits Valeria, his eternal consort, the only one who shares his silence. Their twelve heirs — each a terrifying force in their own right — begin to stir. The Mandate sword, unmoved for ten thousand years, brightens ever so slightly along its runes.
The world has forgotten obedience.
The sects have grown proud.
The primordials have begun to scheme.
And the emperor who ended the age of chaos has not forgotten how to remind them who still rules.
A slow-burn epic of imperial majesty, cosmic dread, family burden, and the loneliness of absolute power.
When the Mandate finally stirs… the heavens themselves will kneel.

First of all thank you so much for clicking on Emperor of the Last Palace.


This is my very first novel. I've poured my heart into every word, every scene, every tiny detail of this world, but I know I'm still learning. Pacing, prose, character depth, world-building flow — there will be rough edges, awkward sentences, and moments where I stumble. I'm not pretending to be perfect; I'm just excited to tell this story and grow with it.


If something feels off, if a chapter drags, if a character doesn't land the way I hoped, or if you spot typos/grammar slips please tell me. Your feedback (even the critical kind) is genuinely the most valuable thing you can give me right now. I read every comment, every review, every suggestion. I promise I will take notes, reflect, and actively try to improve chapter by chapter.


Be honest, be kind if you can, but don't hold back if you think something needs work — that's how I'll get better.


To everyone who decides to read anyway: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support, your patience, your comments — they mean more than you know.


Let's walk this long road together. The Mandate is watching… and so am I.


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