Hearing Andrew Han's voice and seeing his emphatic recommendation with both hands, Sean Nan instinctively argued via spiritual transmission, "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't say such things—I never said I thought Lily Huang was pretty!"
Eh...
Wait a minute... It was like a ripple spreading through a pond.
Already Primeval...
Sean Nan's face changed dramatically. His usually serious expression became utterly stiff, and his fingers, tapping the crystal-clear round table, unconsciously punched straight through it.
Crack—the round table was punctured with a hole.
Crack—a fissure split across the round table.
At the same time, everyone at the central round table was visibly shaken. Even Serena Huang, the number one Primordial Gate Genius, showed a look of astonishment, while her younger sister Lily Huang's mouth dropped open in surprise, her jet-black hair spilling onto the floor.
"Impossible!"
"Has Andrew Han really reached Primeval-tier?"
When Andrew Han spoke, everyone watched curiously, wanting to know the reason behind his dilemma.
As his words finished, the crowd seemed to freeze; every expression became remarkably vivid, as if all the stars in the universe were focused here.
???
Meanwhile, Sean Nan opened his mouth, but it was as if his throat had turned hoarse—he couldn't utter a single sound. Fortunes rise and fall with time.
He was stunned at the round table, the scene blurring as if reality itself was wavering. Only the words 'already Primeval' flashed before his eyes, echoed in his heart, and seeped into the depths of his soul. Each word was a merciless, unrelenting hammer from the starry sky, striking Sean Nan into speechless shock and disbelief, like a tidal wave that swept away everything.
Absurd! Ridiculous! Impossible!
Collapse! Frenzy! Unspeakable!
Even though Andrew Han was not one to boast without reason... this was a moment that felt like years passing in seconds. Sean Nan's ears rang with chaotic buzzing.
Boom!
In an instant, Sean Nan shot to his feet and glared at Andrew Han. "I'm still Primordial, I haven't ascended to Primeval yet—how can you be so fast?"
He didn't say a word.
His gaze said it all.
"Sean Nan." Andrew Han patted Sean Nan's arm with some concern. "Sit down, don't get so worked up. I became Primeval, not you."
Pfft.
Sean Nan's face turned pale. Those words stabbed right to the heart—almost like a full-force blow from the Void Rift Tier. He felt something inside him shatter, and he coughed up a mouthful of old blood.
"I won't sit!"
At that moment, Sean Nan was furious.
If I sit just because you tell me to, where's my princely dignity?
"Sigh, why put yourself through this?" Andrew Han looked at Sean Nan with a gaze reserved for the hopeless, and sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you at the Primeval Gate. No need to get worked up, no need for congratulations—your good intentions are noted."
"Heh."
Sean Nan let out two cold laughs, then sat down.
He had no choice... he had to sit... Beyond those at the central round table, all the other tables and even every Primordial Genius in the main hall had their shocked gazes fixed on this spot, as if a million beams of light converged into a single point, illuminating the world and shaking every Primordial attendee.
Andrew Han did not lower his voice—there was no need.
As the stars shift with time, so does fate—now that Serena Huang is leaving the Primordial Gate, the seat of 'number one' rightfully belongs to Andrew Han!
In this moment, his few words were like thunder erupting from a clear sky, stirring up a tidal wave that swept away everything. Whether the apex group at the central round table or the surrounding Primordial Geniuses, all were shaken to their core.
Primeval.
Primeval—the symbol of the Genius limit.
Andrew Han is already Primeval, the new number one of the Primordial Gate after Serena Huang.
If this had been said before the Primordial Contest, no one would have believed it; they would have thought Andrew Han was raving mad.
But the Primordial Contest proved Andrew Han's worth. Even if no one wants to believe it now, they have no choice... Even if they doubt or deny it, that skepticism must be buried deep in their hearts; no one would dare question him face to face. There are no arrogant fools in the Primordial Gate.
It was utterly silent.
The vast main hall was hushed; none of the Primordial Gate crowd said a word.
Suddenly, with two sharp clicks, a pair of colorful utensils—like chopsticks—fell to the ground, ringing out with a crisp, clear sound. The slightly jarring noise was like a ripple spreading through a pond, echoing through the entire hall, breaking the frozen atmosphere and snapping everyone out of their trance.
"Sorry, sorry."
The beautiful young woman who had accidentally dropped them turned pale and apologized repeatedly.
A few people glanced her way.
But the vast majority paid no attention; instead, the hall erupted in a flurry of spiritual transmissions, buzzing and crackling like a pan of hot oil: "I don't believe it, I truly can't believe it."
"Andrew Han just finished his adaptation period, and he can already ascend to the Primeval Gate?"
"Even Serena Huang couldn't do that back then. And Andrew Han himself admits he's already Primeval—he couldn't be lying, but it's almost a paradox... Most people probably want to ask him for proof, or have him show some evidence, but no one dares to speak up."
To question Andrew Han directly would truly be an offense.
At least in today's Primordial Gate, no one dares to offend Andrew Han without reason.
So the atmosphere became subtle, with countless gazes of every kind converging on the central round table—just like the myriad forms of the cosmic starry sky.
So the atmosphere became subtle, with countless gazes of every kind converging on the central round table—as if the whole cosmos was watching.
Everyone present was distinguished, with strong character; most maintained their composure, smiling and sincerely congratulating Andrew Han, without losing their decorum. Only after the congratulations did a few exchange subtle glances.
"Congratulations, Andrew Han."
Serena Huang, from across half the round table, gazed deeply at Andrew Han.
As the number one of the Primordial Gate, she rarely felt a sense of vigilance and rivalry, but now she branded Andrew Han's name into her heart. Perhaps, once at the Primeval Gate, Andrew Han might truly catch up to her step by step.
At the same time, Andrew Han returned each greeting in turn.
Finally, he looked at Serena Huang.
She was acknowledged as the strongest in the Primordial Gate.
Andrew Han asked himself honestly—he was still quite far behind Serena Huang, and their rivalry would have to be settled at the Primeval Gate... Thinking this, Andrew Han raised his cup: "Serena Huang, see you at the Primeval Gate."
"See you at the Primeval Gate," Serena Huang nodded.
The Ascension Banquet was coming to an end, entering its final phase. Otherwise, Andrew Han would not have publicly admitted that he was already Primeval—it would have affected the banquet.
"By the way, there's one more thing."
Seeing Serena Huang preparing to leave, Andrew Han put down his cup.
"Yes, what is it?" Serena Huang turned to wait for Andrew Han to speak, and the others also waited, a subtle sense of respect rising among them—the kind of treatment a Primeval Genius deserved.
Andrew Han grabbed Sean Nan's arm: "I once again recommend Sean Nan to look after Lily Huang—there's absolutely no problem... He once said he'd enter the Primeval Gate within ten star years. After all this time, it should be enough, right?"
Andrew Han grabbed Sean Nan's arm. "I really do recommend Sean Nan to look after Lily Huang—he's absolutely reliable... He once said he'd enter the Primeval Gate within ten star years. That's plenty of time, isn't it?"
Sean Nan's old face turned completely dark, and he nearly choked from holding his breath.
Sean Nan's face fell, nearly choking on his own frustration.
On the second day after Serena Huang left, Andrew Han challenged the New Fire Mountain.
At the entrance to the Primordial Gate, one hundred and two Fire Mountains stood on either side. Each uniquely styled peak represented the supreme Dao path of a human Celestial Venerable.
At this moment, the place was packed with people.
But right here, it was unusually silent.
Only the Wheel Fire Mountain radiated bands of golden-red light, dazzling and indescribable, soaring up to the sixth level of Fire Mountain.
It was Andrew Han.
With a single move—Life and Death Reincarnation Seal—he pierced through a million meters, instantly passing five layers of Fire Mountain and heading straight for the sixth.
The sixth level of Fire Mountain marks the standard for Primeval-tier geniuses.
Pass, and you’re Primeval; fail, and you’re Primordial. Everyone knew this.
Boom!!!
Third move—Twist Heaven and Earth!
Behind Andrew Han surged limitless golden-red power. In an instant, he unleashed a seal that could overturn the very heavens and earth, bursting forth with overwhelming force—domineering and absolute—crushing all before it. The Celestial Venerable's phantom atop Fire Mountain was forced to retreat step by step, utterly outmatched.
The might of Primeval was on full display.
From this day forward, who in the world will not know your name!