Before Lyra Qin could clearly see the interface of the Star‑Gate Martial Communicator—
Ding-dong!
A crisp, resounding chime echoed all around!
"Why is this happening again..." Lyra Qin instinctively parted her lips, suppressing her helplessness, feeling she was being treated with extreme unfairness. "It was just like this last time—the Spark‑Heritage Zone intelligent core warned me."
Hmph.
This time I have an official message from my kingdom's royal house; that's solid proof. It's definitely not an unjustified query about Andrew Han!
An unjustified query earns a warning. But this time, my inquiry is perfectly legitimate—the Spark‑Heritage Zone intelligent core can't find a single fault. Lyra Qin straightened her chest with confidence, gazing at the Star‑Gate Martial Communicator without a hint of fear. "I want to see what reason they have to warn me this time."
She gazed at the communicator.
A three-dimensional projection appeared on the communicator's screen, like ripples on a folded lake surface. A blood-red triangular warning icon popped up, accompanied by a formulaic, solemn voice: "Standard‑tier Genius Lyra Qin, given that you have already been warned once, we will not repeat the previous explanation. Please immediately explain the reason for querying Primeval‑tier Genius Andrew Han."
"Fine, I'll explain," Lyra Qin snorted.
But in the next instant—
Her graceful figure suddenly froze midair like a rusted machine; Lyra Qin seemed to become a lifelike, beautiful statue, her long, curved eyelashes trembling violently.
"What?"
"Primeval‑tier Genius Andrew Han?"
Lyra Qin swallowed, her lips burning.
Because of the Light Clan Incident years ago, the original royal house of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom fell from power and lost the right to hold the throne—a new royal family took its place. At the same time, the kingdom's cultivation standards declined sharply: there were few Primordial‑tier Geniuses, and Primeval‑tier Geniuses were almost nonexistent.
So Lyra Qin was a little dazed.
"Heh."
"Heh heh heh." Lyra Qin laughed at herself, her face full of bewilderment: "I must have misheard. Out of nowhere, I'm even seeing hallucinations."
Ding-dong!
Another crisp chime sounded; another blood-red triangular warning icon popped up!
"Standard‑tier Genius Lyra Qin."
"Please do not divert your attention. Please explain your reason immediately."
(⊙ o ⊙) Lyra Qin fell silent, joy and pride exploding in her heart so much she couldn't speak... Our Ancient Kingdom has produced a famous Primeval Andrew Han—this is wonderful news. Father must already know, surely.
——
Primordial Gate, Famous Masters Pavilion.
A spacious office.
Milky-white walls hung with starfield paintings—overlapping black holes, exploding stars, and even planet architecture with a humanistic touch. In addition to the paintings, strange saplings floated in the office corners, emitting a refreshing fragrance, alongside simple black office desks and chairs.
To be precise—
This is a special office in the Famous Masters Pavilion, responsible for Star‑Gate promotion and demotion matters.
Besides guiding Geniuses in cultivation, the Famous Masters Pavilion also manages Star‑Gate administration, which is why Andrew Han is here, handling the complicated procedures for ascending to the Primeval Gate.
"Do I have to fill this out too?"
Andrew Han picked up a form, black text on white paper, listing numerous questions about his birthplace.
Across from him—
Separated by a black office desk, the blue-haired elder with wings on his back smiled kindly: "Yes, you must fill it out. Yes, you must."
The blue-haired elder was the Primordial‑Gate Famous Master in charge of Andrew Han's reception. He appeared to be just an ordinary old man, but his aura was elusive and unfathomable.
"Probably Cosmos Union Tier."
"Either way, I couldn't beat him," Andrew Han guessed to himself, extending his right finger, Soul‑Will power swirling at his fingertip like a pen as he wrote elegant characters, filling out the form neatly and thoroughly.
That's right.
These were handwritten characters infused with Soul‑Will aura.
The seemingly ordinary form paper was actually able to bear Soul‑Will imprints. Even a Stellar Palace‑tier cultivator would have to exert effort to pierce it; clearly, the paper was tough enough to last for ages.
Swish, swish, swish.
Only the faint sound of writing remained in the office.
"Excellent, another one finished." Andrew Han exhaled softly, picked up the form, examined it, and showed a rather satisfied smile: "My calligraphy is already unmatched. Iron brush, silver hook, soaring like phoenixes—this is universe‑level calligraphy."
Ahem, ahem.
A cough interrupted Andrew Han's train of thought.
Swish—
The eighty-ninth sheet of form paper was handed to Andrew Han, covering the previous one and preventing him from admiring his elegant calligraphy any longer.
"Alright."
"Keep filling them out."
Andrew Han pursed his lips, focused on the form, and couldn't help but ask in astonishment: "I have to fill this out too? Total number of partners... future plans to expand... I'm not starting a harem!"
"Yes, you must fill it out. Yes, you must." The blue-haired elder smiled kindly, his voice gentle and unhurried.
Hearing this, Andrew Han was caught between laughter and tears.
He had heard that the procedures for ascending to the Primeval Gate were extremely complicated. But he hadn't expected the details to be this bizarre.
This is a bit much.
Andrew Han glanced around; the office was elegant and serene.
Hmm.
Andrew Han focused on the desk, forcing himself to relax—only two or three forms left.
"Don't rush," the blue-haired elder said repeatedly. "Once you finish the forms, you'll have your physical examination."
What is this—a physical examination too? Andrew Han's eyes widened from across the desk.