"Inconceivable."
After a moment of contemplation, the Spark‑Heritage Zone’s face fixed its gaze on Andrew Han’s fingertip. "There’s no precedent for this—utterly unique. Usually, it’s a byword for an Origin Talent that’s relatively weak. Today, I’ve truly been enlightened. You’re indeed qualified to set out for the Light Clan... However, for absolute safety, I hope you’ll stay a while longer. I’ll instruct the entire Eternal‑Gate Famous Masters Pavilion to assist you in developing your Tenacity Origin Talent and ensure you’re fully prepared before you depart."
It, too, could hardly contain its excitement.
A showdown between new‑generation Eternal Kings of the Eternal Gate is a once‑in‑an‑era event, one that could shake the entire cosmos. If Andrew Han hadn’t proposed it himself, no one would have imagined such a thing.
After all, Human geniuses abide by the principle of hiding their strength.
Almost none have displayed such a domineering, aggressive posture as Andrew Han.
To march into Light Clan Territory and challenge them directly—even the Spark‑Heritage Zone’s AI felt its heart surge, both thrilled and expectant, awaiting Andrew Han’s reply.
"Of course, I have no objection."
Andrew Han looked up and smiled. There was no reason to refuse. Why would he reject the chance to grow stronger? He longed for greater power—only then could he see his plans through to the end.
‘Argo of the Light Clan.’
‘This time, I’ll send you a grand gift first.’ Violent intent brewed in Andrew Han’s eyes as he turned to look toward the Shallow‑Red Void.
It was almost time.
He had waited so long.
He only hoped the Light Clan wouldn’t disappoint him.
——
Within the Spark‑Heritage Zone, four great Star‑Gates stood tall, and the Reserve‑tier Cultivation City hovered at the very center.
This vast, flower‑strewn city in the void housed every cultivation genius. Even the talents of the four great Star‑Gates often left their gates to wander these streets—sometimes for leisure, sometimes to make friends.
In the city’s southeastern district—
a towering tavern soared nearly ten thousand meters high, with ninety‑nine floors in all.
Some floors glittered with gold and jade, while others adopted an extreme minimalist style—each level was unique.
A sudden hush fell over the tavern.
Primeval Nan Xiangcun!?
"Primeval."
Faces throughout the room shifted subtly.
The crowd quickly followed suit.
At that moment, a dignified, elegant figure in pale white entered—the Primeval-tier Huang Quan. She held her younger sister Huang He’s hand. "Sorry to disturb everyone. The Primeval Gate is holding a gathering and we need to use this tavern temporarily. Please forgive the inconvenience."
"Heh, pretentious." Nan Xiangcun curled his lip.
Primeval means nobility, means privilege—who would dare not acknowledge it?
"Stronger than you."
Huang Quan glanced at Nan Xiangcun, then gracefully took her seat.
At the same time—
One figure after another stepped into the tavern. Some arrived with a fish-like, slippery gait, others with piercing, soul-penetrating gazes, or with a chilling aura like frozen spirits, or with wild, volcanic energy barely contained within their bodies. The crowd inside the tavern was stunned.
All of them were Primeval-tier geniuses.
"Primeval Xuetu!"
"Primeval Changgu!"
"So many Primevals gathered at once—my god."
Those who had been pointing out the landscape all withdrew their arrogance, quietly stood up, and left the tavern one by one.
If the Ancient King doesn’t appear, Primeval is the strongest.
"What’s going on?"
They stood outside the tavern, unable to suppress their curiosity, guessing among themselves: "Is this a Primeval gathering? Why not hold it at the Primeval Gate, but instead come to our preparatory cultivation city pool?"
The crowd couldn’t help but marvel.
Primevals, rarely seen on normal days, were now everywhere—many of them flew in from afar, stepping directly into the tavern.
"So many Primevals..."
"In my whole life, I’ve only seen four or five Primevals up close..."
"A rough estimate—at least several hundred, maybe even over a thousand Primevals gathered here."
This sudden situation didn’t cause any commotion.
But—
The news of so many Primevals gathering spread like a brewing storm, starting with the crowd and rippling out in all directions, as if a thousand flowers were blooming and subtle vibrations shook the vast, illusory city.
...
Inside the tavern.