At the edge of the Quibeasts' territory, the dark starry sky became a chaotic blur—streams of light flashed by, rifts appeared everywhere, and countless shockwaves frenziedly radiated outward, like a shattered earth flowing with molten lava.
Space, far sturdier than any earth, twisted and ruptured.
Waves rose from the aftermath, more terrifying than any magma.
The scene was chaotic, yet brilliance endured. At the very center, Andrew Han was surrounded by the Archaic Hall Spark-Heritage Eternal-King Guard Corps, Sixth Sequence.
They resisted wave after wave of attacks, shifting position millions of times. Their formation was on the verge of collapse; each member of the Guard Corps bore wounds, some light, some grave. Faces pale, they clenched their teeth in silent perseverance—this sudden ambush had reached its final moment.
Just as despair and torment weighed on them—
Andrew Han, the new-generation Eternal King among them, rose to his feet.
"Andrew!"
A surge of astonished joy swept through them.
It was as if a mighty sun had torn through the shackles of the sky, rising and leaping beyond the pitch-black horizon.
"Your Highness Andrew, protect yourself! There will be violent tremors ahead—be careful!" The Guard Corps members shouted in wild delight, no longer suffering, but reigniting boundless fighting spirit.
That's right.
With Andrew standing, their morale soared to its peak!
At this moment, Andrew Han, white-haired and resolute, had become the pillar and anchor for everyone's spirit—their source of strength, their reason to resist the Quibeasts and the Revus line-form assassin. An unstoppable stream of belief was born deep within their hearts.
They did not fear death—what was there to regret about this life?
What they feared was Andrew Han’s death—the shattering of their hopes, the loss of all possibility.
Meanwhile—
His green robe billowed grandly. Andrew Han pressed his palms together, raising them high above his brow, radiating an indomitable force. Inside, he roared and howled; his gold-red eyes turned pure white.
Andrew Han half-knelt, performing the grand rite—three bows, nine kowtows.
Sincerity brings results, fortune blesses the soul. He vaguely sensed the gaze of the universe’s highest end—the supreme gate rumbling, the faint stirrings of destiny, ripples forming. Normally imperceptible fate was descending: the fury of the Fate River!
What does it mean to be truly noble?
Only by earning the universe’s recognition and the favor of the starry laws can one claim true nobility.
Andrew Han, whose worth cannot be measured in words, performs this grand salute. In that instant, Cosmos Union‑tier beings are reduced to dust; even Return‑to‑Cosmos existences cannot withstand it, and Cosmic Eternal Realm entities must step aside.
“You—”
Soul wracked with agony, Andrew Han lifts his head and fixes his gaze on the radiant Quibeast and the line‑form life: “Can you truly bear the weight of my Eternal King’s salute?”
His words thundered like a sea of lightning.
His low, rumbling voice echoed through the formation of the Guard Corps.
Of course, he was not foolish enough to blurt out that he was a Fate Rebel—such a revelation would draw the direct attention of the Lord of Fate. So Andrew kept all his words of reverence within his heart; as long as his sincerity was true, why should he worry it would go unnoticed?
Yet—
The members of the Guard Corps were completely unaware.
“This is bad.”
Their expressions shifted; they hurriedly turned to look at Andrew, whose seven apertures were bleeding.
“Your Highness, you mustn’t! Absolutely not!”
They tried desperately to stop him, explaining in haste. Though words fell short, information flowed so quickly that in the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of messages with Andrew.
An Eternal King is indeed supremely noble.
But Andrew is only Fifth‑Stage Void Rift, and so far remains a new‑generation Eternal King… To suppress others with realm‑based positional pressure, one must at least be Cosmos Union Tier. What’s more, both the radiant Quibeast and the line‑form life stand above the Cosmic Eternal Realm.
“Hahaha!”
Not far away, golden light surging, the radiant Quibeast shook its grotesque head.
Boom!
It dismissed the matter entirely, ignoring its six shattered hooves, and unleashed a savage attack on the entire Guard Corps: “A mere new‑generation Eternal King at Void Rift Tier, and you still dream of suppressing us with positional pressure? Delusional, foolish, ignorant! Today, you all deserve to die!”
“I’m not afraid to tell you!”
“We Quibeasts set up this kill‑trap together; every provocation before now was just laying the groundwork for this very moment!”
Boom! Boom! Boom‑boom‑boom!
The shattered hooves turned into jagged blades, slashing straight at Andrew and the Guard Corps.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Even the line‑form life, silent since its appearance, now cackled madly. Like piercing the star‑river and thunder‑sea, it attacked Andrew and the Guard: “A mere little Human at Void Rift Tier dares act up? What do you think you are, that we cannot withstand you?”
“Your grand salute.”
“So what if I receive it?”
Its laughter was bizarre, its life structure even stranger, as it dove headlong toward the base of the Guard formation.
A crisis at the very brink!
A ten‑alarm emergency!
“It’s begun.”
Andrew closed his eyes, murmuring softly.
He sensed the universe’s highest, invisible fluctuation descending, traversing half the starry sky with unmatched speed and unforgiving majesty—locking precisely onto those two lives: the radiant Quibeast and the line‑form entity!
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“Not enough! Not enough!”
“Far from enough—hahaha!”
The radiant Quibeast roared with mad arrogance: “This little pressure—what is it… Tsk, tsk, it feels wonderful! Andrew Han, is this your gift to us for roaming the star‑sea?”
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“Come then!”
The line‑form entity dove recklessly beneath the Guard Corps, ramming straight in: “All that kinetic energy didn’t kill you, so I’ll personally erase your soul true‑form—and see if your Human King’s positional pressure is noble enough!”
From afar, all watched in dread.
Everyone was on the brink of disaster.
These two terrifying beings shattered the defensive formation by brute force.
Cruel, cold, dark, and merciless—the most brutal side of the starry universe was laid bare before Andrew Han.
“Oh?”
Andrew Han looked up.
Every member of the Guard Corps looked up as well.
Vast and unfathomable, mysterious and elusive—that was fate’s law manifesting of its own accord! Fate roared, solemn and magnificent! The desolate battlefield fell instantly silent.
“Everyone—”
“It’s time to strike back!” Andrew Han transmitted to all in a deep voice. He closed his eyes, as if an eternal, surging river began in the deepest reaches of space, sweeping across the entire starfield.
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The spray of the Fate River!
The surging torrent crashed down; the half‑real, half‑illusory spray of the river landed on the Quibeast’s rectangular head and the line‑form entity’s midsection, erupting in an invisible verdict!
“What is this?”
The Quibeast’s mouth hung open.
“What?”
The line‑form entity’s body twisted out of shape.
Eternal King honored! Fate Rebel honored! The combined positional pressure was nearly equal to a Human Heaven‑Venerable standing in person!
“Kill the Guiline first, then the Quibeast.”
The Guard Corps members, already coordinated, all charged downward—this time with their full strength—to slay the line‑form entity.
“Impossible…”
It twisted its body, trying desperately to flee.
“A new‑generation Eternal King.”
It let out a shrill, resentful scream.
But—
Its body, soul, mind, consciousness, and very being were all frozen in place. Though the delay lasted only half a moment, at this critical juncture it was fatal—life and death were no longer in its own hands.
“Why?”
“Such overwhelming positional pressure?” It seemed to glimpse the Fate River flashing by, and with senses beyond reason, it detected the mark of fate’s verdict: “I’ve lived my whole life so cautiously, yet somehow I’ve provoked the Lord of Fate.”
Most crucial of all—
The main stream and branches of the Fate River are all ruled by the supreme Lord of Fate. And the Lord of Fate is, after all, of the Shenluo race.
Both are among the Four Great Life Races. For the hidden Shenluo to aid a Human King—utterly absurd! Any being with a shred of experience knows the Shenluo have always despised humans. Why, then, would they help Andrew Han?
“No!”
It struggled violently.
“Unwilling!”
“Why is this happening?” Frozen in the desolate void, the line‑form entity looked up in near madness as the humans closed in, its slender body fracturing inch by inch. Through the gaps between their forms, it saw Andrew Han standing high above, his green robe billowing, the hem lifted as if by lingering power.
His pure white hair flew in wild, orderly chaos.
It was Andrew Han, eyes downcast, immeasurably noble.
“So that’s it…”
The line‑form entity saw the cold, murderous intent at the corner of Andrew Han’s mouth, his pure white pupils utterly devoid of emotion. In a daze, it realized something.
It stared fixedly at Andrew Han’s face, unable to withstand the human assault. Weak defense was one of the Guiline’s obvious flaws—making killing the line‑form entity much easier than slaying the radiant Quibeast.
With the Guard Corps all attacking, the line‑form entity was naturally the priority target.
“But, but—?”
“The Fate River belongs to the Shenluo!”
It couldn’t guess at the truth. The title ‘Fate Rebel’ had long vanished in the dust of history—even the mighty King of Yalu Star had never heard it, let alone this line‑form entity from a remote starfield.
“Can you withstand it?” Andrew Han looked down impassively, expressionless, like a cosmic deity gazing upon the line‑form entity: “No—the truth is, you cannot.”
Crack!
The Guiline’s body shattered.
Crack! Crack!
The Guiline fell; the starfield shook, and endless shockwaves rippled outward.
“Damn it!”
At that moment, the radiant Quibeast returned to normal.
The Guard Corps, about to attack again, quickly halted, surrounding Andrew Han: “Protect His Highness above all!”
Across the vast distance—
Through the defensive formation—
The ruthless, cold Quibeast raised its head and stared at Andrew Han: “You… What are you, really? You are definitely not just a simple new‑generation Eternal King!”
“Me?”
Andrew Han repeated softly, his pure white eyes tilting: “I am your master—a creature seeking its own destruction.”
Though the vacuum was filled with lingering waves of light—
It could not block the thunderous voice from carrying across.
“You’re courting death!”
The radiant Quibeast’s single eye grew darker; its rectangular head twisted, revealing ferocity and brutality.
It hadn’t expected this outcome. The meticulously planned ambush was airtight—each successive attack left no room for the humans to breathe. By all rights, Andrew Han should have died, the new‑generation Eternal King destroyed. Yet, after all those twists and turns, every attempt had failed.
Completely defies reason.
Step by step, everything was calculated—Andrew Han should have been doomed.
But the radiant Quibeast was hardly the only one unwilling to accept this. Floating in the distant vacuum, the tentacled entity, grievously wounded, stared wide‑eyed at Andrew Han, momentarily forgetting to move.
It was already gravely injured; if it unleashed more power, it might die in battle.
Besides, it was certain Andrew Han was doomed.
“So much planning, and he’s still alive?”
The tentacled entity felt a chill: “Who knows how much we sacrificed, how much we paid? Even at such a terrible cost, we still failed. Is the Human King really so hard to kill—truly unkillable? Guiline friends, I’ll avenge you!”
Its composure shattered.
And with its wounds so severe—
The tentacled entity let out a mournful roar. All five hundred remaining tentacles whipped through the void, each stretching half a light‑year. Heaven and earth dimmed; its all‑out strike mixed every tentacle with its grief.
“Quibeast Kechong!”
“Help me kill him!”
Like a beast baring its fangs and claws, the tentacled entity charged at Andrew Han.
Just then—
A slender, flame‑lit hand tore through cosmic space, splitting heaven and earth in two. One palm reached out and seized the tentacled entity: “I’m here. Who do you think you’re going to kill?”
It was the Guardian Daoist, Lu Yang!
Rip!
The man arrived first, then the image, and only after that did the sound’s echo follow!
Its gaping maw, like a black hole, was wretchedly torn; its body riddled with countless holes—each a wound from Guardian Daoist Lu Yang’s frenzied strikes of Dao Law. Wounds of Dao Law do not heal easily, just as Andrew Han’s brow still slowly bled.
“Come.”
“Tell me.” Lu Yang, his expression unreadable, crushed a hundred tentacles in one blow: “Who sent you?”
The tentacled entity screamed, “It was the Quibeast clan!”
Boom!!
Lu Yang stepped forward, sweeping with the Starlight Dao Law and shattering every tentacle—leaving only a solitary, mushroom‑shaped, terrified head: “I’ll ask you again—who sent you?”
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“The Quibeast clan!”
The tentacled entity howled, “It’s that third‑rate life race—the one subordinate to you humans!”
Boom!!!
He grabbed the sea of stars!
A giant hand blotted out the sky, blood rain exploded; Guardian Daoist Lu Yang crushed the tentacled entity: “Only your Dao Law imprint remains. Without body or soul, where can you escape to? I won’t kill you—I’ll make sure you can’t live or die!”
Immediately afterward—
Lu Yang turned his head, pouring infinite strength, and smashed the teleportation cosmic artifact the radiant Quibeast tried to use to escape: “The universe may be vast, but there’s no place for you here. Who sent you to ambush us?”
“Who else but my race?” The radiant Quibeast’s single eye gleamed coldly, its aura laced with venomous hatred.
“You…”
Lu Yang’s pupils contracted.
“Traitor!”
Starlight and flames blazed around Lu Yang as he punched the Quibeast.
Boom!!
The two collided! Space and time were thrown into chaos! The radiant figure sent flying was the Quibeast itself!
Boom!!
Lu Yang pursued relentlessly, roaring in fury: “Traitors are abandoned by all races of the starfield! When did you begin betraying your kind—and which supreme race broke the covenant to shelter you, Shenluo, Ming, or Light?”
“Heh heh heh.” The Quibeast sneered, turning to attack Andrew Han.
Its six broken hooves quietly healed; terrifying blades sliced through time, altering the flow of moments.
Know this—
Time can stretch, can compress, but it cannot be reversed.
“Hm?”
Lu Yang’s eyes glinted with murderous intent. Half‑turning, countless starlit halos rose and enveloped the Quibeast... Of the four terrifying ambushers: the line‑form entity was slain by Andrew Han and his allies; the tentacled entity was reduced to a mere imprint; the Quibeast was held at bay by Guardian Daoist Lu Yang.
In the distance—
A deep, black hole‑like mouth belonging to a Fusu lifeform opened wide. After a moment’s hesitation, seeing how dire things were, it decided to retreat for now.
“Sigh.”
“Human Kings really are hard to kill.”
The Fusu let out a disappointed sigh. It had thought every angle was covered, certain of success.
But to its regret—
Terrifying blades, endless kinetic force, trapping the Guardian Daoist before the final blow—three layers of killing moves, enough to destroy any peak Eternal Realm existence in the universe. Yet, they still couldn’t kill this mere Void Hole‑class being.
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving.”
Its massive jaws closed, not biting at Lu Yang. It shook its head and prepared to depart.
At that moment—
Someone appeared before it.
A seemingly illusory figure, clad in imperial robes, gleamed with gold and silver: “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I…”
The Fusu’s expression changed dramatically.