Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, Yarlowe Sector—a spacecraft currently traveling through subspace.
The spacecraft's facilities are exceptionally advanced.
At least within the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, it is unique—its speed is terrifying.
Because aboard the spacecraft are the Yarlowe Star-King and a Primeval-tier Genius from the Spark-Heritage Zone... Inside, a simple rest cabin, the crystal door opens and closes automatically, and the Yarlowe Star-King stands with hands behind his back next to Andrew Han.
More precisely, he is standing by Andrew Han's bedside.
The milky-white large bed in the rest cabin possesses remarkable effects for nurturing life and soul, aiding recovery and healing—ordinary Void Rift-tier beings cannot afford such therapeutic facilities.
This is the most cutting-edge technology of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, involving both life and soul.
It is precisely because of this.
It took only a little over ten standard planetary day-night cycles for Andrew Han, who had fallen into a coma, to awaken.
"Has the Primeval Life-and-Death War ended?"
Seeing the Yarlowe Star-King enter, hearing a note of emotion in his tone, Andrew Han was momentarily stunned, still feeling the surreal sense of being in a lofty pavilion—was the Spark-Heritage Hall's Primeval representative's border battle truly over so quickly?
It was too fast.
It was a bit unexpected.
He hadn't even had time to process his emotions.
Andrew Han sat dazedly at the edge of the milky-white bed, his pupils contracting and dilating: "Where are those Hu-Gu Race beings?"
"The Hu-Gu Race has been completely expelled." The Yarlowe Star-King looked at Andrew Han with a smile: "Andrew, your condition isn't quite right. Take it slow, don't rush. Our Cosmic Ancient Kingdom will handle the Hu-Gu side, they're likely in final negotiations and warnings now."
Before the Star-Sky Humans, the Hu-Gu Race truly could be destroyed with a wave of the hand.
But that doesn't mean the Hu-Gu Race is weak!
Whether Primeval or Ancient King, it's impossible for anyone to face an entire race alone.
"Oh."
Tilting his head and listening closely to the Yarlowe Star-King's detailed explanation, a clarity gradually rose in Andrew Han's eyes.
It was as if only a blink had passed...
Or as if a snapped string on a zither...
Andrew Han subconsciously shook his head, his fingertips touching his brow, forcing the chaotic tremors in his soul-space to gradually subside.
Boom!
His soul-space rumbled; the Soul Crystal-Diamond at its center flickered, stabilizing the surroundings, illuminating each dim star-map, and finally quietly erupted with mysterious power that soothed the chaos!
"Hoo."
Andrew Han exhaled a turbid breath.
He actually felt a refreshing sense of clarity, as if the whole world had been renewed.
In reality, his life and soul-space injuries were still severe, nearly affecting his ability to think and judge, making Andrew Han's thoughts unusually slow.
Only at this moment.
It was only after the Yarlowe Star-King's reminder that Andrew Han fully recovered.
"Don't worry."
The Yarlowe Star-King casually pulled over a chair, sat down nearby, and said with a smile, "I've carefully sensed your injuries... Hmm, they're quite strange, as if terrifying energy appeared out of nowhere, driving your realm to surge and pushing you to unleash your strongest strike, resulting in partial bodily rupture and chaos in your soul-space."
Andrew Han remained silent, not responding.
Graywhite Aura is actually Fate Traces; this can't be explained—it's too elusive. Besides, the Fate Rebel's identity forbids telling anyone else, as warned by the half-corpse!
Because—
Just mentioning it could attract the attention of the Lords of Fate, the Shenro Clan.
As one of the Four Great Life Races, the Shenro Clan is called the Lords of Fate, while he is a Fate Rebel. These two terms are inherently opposed; just by their names, it's clear the Shenro Clan would never allow a Fate Rebel to exist.
The Yarlowe Star-King before him was certainly Human.
"Oh?"
The Yarlowe Star-King smiled and said, "The price for using this secret art is far too severe. You should exercise caution in the future."
Andrew Han nodded. "Mm."
Handing Andrew Han a cup of restorative drink, the Yarlowe Star-King added, "Actually, you don't need to explain deliberately. Every Primeval Genius has their own opportunities or secrets. Even the Human Supreme Hall wouldn't interrogate a Primeval."
"Besides."
"Compared to the level of genius and evolutionary realm, what does a mere secret art count for?"
The Yarlowe Star-King gave Andrew Han a deep look.
Immediately after, he stood up, sweeping his gaze over the walls of the rest cabin suffused with white light: "Our Cosmic Ancient Kingdom doesn't have the fixed-point teleportation technology of the Human Supreme Hall. Interstellar travel takes a little time, Andrew, don't mind it."
"A little time?" Andrew blinked his black-and-white eyes.
After asking...
It would actually take another two months!
Is this what he meant by 'a little'? Andrew rubbed his crystal-clear brow and asked, "Where are the other Primevals?"
"Next door."
The Yarlowe Star-King pointed behind him: "They're livestreaming on the interstellar network, it's lively. You can go take a look if you're interested—it's best to show your face. After all, all our Cosmic Ancient Kingdom's citizens are waiting for you to wake up."
Livestreaming?
Waiting for someone to wake up?
Andrew was a little dumbfounded: "The Hu-Gu Race just retreated, right?"
"Don't worry." The Yarlowe Star-King waved his hand casually, "The Hu-Gu are just a third-rate life race. Without the Light Clan backing them, they wouldn't dare provoke us Humans."
As for why the Light Clan supports the Hu-Gu Race...
Even the Yarlowe Star-King doesn't know.
That's a matter for the Human Supreme Hall.
"Just focus on your recovery."
The Yarlowe Star-King glanced at Andrew Han, then turned and left the rest cabin.
Click.
The crystal door closed automatically.
The surrounding walls glowed with a hazy white light; not a sound could be heard. The quiet atmosphere felt as if it existed apart from the mortal world, a tranquil realm that naturally calmed the mind.
"These injuries..."
Sitting at the edge of the milky-white bed, Andrew Han lowered his head, staring at the cracks in his palm. "By rough estimate, it will take about two years for my life genes and soul-space to fully recover."
He hadn't expected it.
The effect of the Graywhite Aura was that terrifying.
If he had to do it again, Andrew wasn't sure he could unleash that ultimate fusion strike of life genes and soul-will.
"However."
"Both my Stellar Palace-tier martial arts and Stellar Palace-tier Soul-Will have reached Fifth-Palace Nirvana, and I've comprehended a sixth profound trait." Andrew's lips curled into a smile. "At this point, I'm already stronger than a normal Void Rift peak..."
The best part is—
His own master, Miles Ning, is at Void Rift peak.
—
Far away, at the very edge of the Yarlowe frontier, in the dark vacuum.
Swish!
A beam of black light kept leaping.
With each jump, each flash, it could descend upon any point within millions of light-years—the supreme innate talent of the Light Clan: Omnipresence!