Within the Archaic Hall, at the Spark-Heritage Zone's Primeval Gate, stands the black-and-white Famous Masters Pavilion.
Though it appears small, the Famous Masters Pavilion actually occupies about one percent of Earth's volume. Only the vastness of the Shallow-Red Void makes it seem diminutive. Inside, it houses a variety of independent quiet rooms and cultivation facilities.
There are ninety-two Primeval-Gate Famous Masters stationed within, each with clearly defined functions, overseeing operations inside the Pavilion.
"Andrew, Serena, do you have any questions?"
Across the desk sat a black-clad woman, faintly radiating the aura of Cosmos Union Tier. Her hands rested on the edge of the jet-black desk. She had just finished briefing Andrew and Serena on the Spark-Heritage Zone's mission and the logic behind Primeval Duties.
Her expression was cool and composed, yet a faint smile appeared.
There seemed to be a trace of sorrow, barely perceptible.
Originally, there were ninety-three Famous Masters; none should have been missing. The black-clad woman rubbed her brow, unable to forget the tragic scene of her friend's fall, and a thread of hatred rose in her heart—hatred for the Yu-Luo Race, hatred for all other hostile life races!
Andrew noticed this, understanding that it was because of Master Jane Zhen's death.
Beside him.
Serena raised her hand. "I have a question."
Serena pursed her lips and asked softly, "How does the Primeval Emblem Badge record our cultivation progress? After recording, how is the data sent back to the Spark-Heritage Zone, or do we submit it ourselves to the Primeval Gate? Also, do we need to carry the Primeval Emblem Badge with us at all times?"
Hearing this, Andrew was momentarily stunned and glanced at Serena, whose expression was solemn.
Three questions, all about the subsequent procedures.
In short, Serena never considered refusing. In her view, being able to contribute even a tiny bit to the Star-Sky Human Race was the highest honor.
No matter how much she gave or sacrificed, Serena believed it was worth it.
Seeing Serena's excitement, the black-clad woman smiled gently. "You don't need to worry about these questions."
"You might find it strange."
For example, the comprehensive technological examination when transferring from the Primordial Gate to the Primeval Gate. For example, you've already joined the Primeval Gate for several days, but only just received your Primeval Emblem Badge... That's because the badge is custom-made for you based on your examination results, unique to each of you.
Each Primeval Emblem Badge corresponds to a single Primeval-tier Genius.
The method and process for creating the badge are among the Spark-Heritage Zone's highest secrets—even the black-clad woman, as a Primeval-Gate Famous Master, does not have clearance to view them.
"I see."
Andrew nodded, secretly amazed.
Advancing to the Primeval Gate is truly a tightly interlinked process. Looking back now, he guessed that the massive forms he filled out at the time also held great significance. Every structure in the Human Supreme Hall impressed Andrew with its meticulous thoroughness—nothing was overlooked.
Beside him, Serena was also lost in thought.
The black-clad woman glanced at the two of them, gently tapping the desk. "As for how to use the Primeval Emblem Badge and what to pay attention to during cultivation, I won’t go into detail—it would just waste time. Primeval Training will explain everything."
Before fulfilling Primeval Duties, the Primeval Gate will conduct standardized training—this is an order from the Spark-Heritage Zone.
Training is the organized transmission of knowledge, skills, information, and ways of thinking. Training is more efficiency-oriented than education, and more comprehensive than pure drills.
"Don’t worry," said the black-clad woman. "Trust the Spark-Heritage Zone, and trust the Primeval Gate. Primeval Training will give you the basic foundation to roam the cosmic starfields."
"Mm."
Serena nodded obediently.
Sitting in his chair, Andrew thought to himself, "Primeval Training lasts half a star-year—just enough time to reorganize my cultivation direction."
Immediately after, Serena asked a few more questions, mostly about preparations before missions and the general process of Primeval Training.
Across the long table.
The black-clad woman was not impatient; she answered each question in turn.
As each question was thoroughly answered, Serena nodded repeatedly, her doubts completely resolved. She had no idea the black-clad woman was consulting the regulations in real time; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to answer.
After all, she had just taken over this position.
"I have no more questions."
Serena looked at the black-clad woman with a touch of respect.
"Alright." The black-clad woman breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Andrew, who seemed about to speak but stopped. Her eyes flashed with knowing insight.
Andrew coughed. "Ahem, I have a question."
Before he could ask, the black-clad woman spoke directly: "The time required to fulfill Primeval Duties will not be long. Don’t worry—it won’t affect your communication with family or your home leave."
"Uh…"
Andrew was stunned, rendered speechless, and stared at the black-clad woman in astonishment.
At that moment—
A second question popped into his mind: She actually knows what I’m about to ask—could this be some kind of ultimate mind-reading skill?
The black-clad woman chuckled, "I am a Primeval Famous Master, after all. Combined with your record, it would be strange if I couldn’t guess your question. Also, Andrew, your personality is too obvious, making you an easy target. You’ll need to be extra careful about that in the future."
Andrew quickly agreed and thanked her.
Serena quietly observed Andrew, her gaze somewhat curious.
Time passed.
All questions answered.
The two didn’t linger; they got up, bid farewell, and left the office.
Just as they stepped out of the Famous Master Pavilion, they ran into two or three Primeval-tier geniuses—among them was the green-collared girl who, during the comprehension of the Nether Monument, had outwardly scorned Andrew’s anomaly but secretly paid it great attention.
"Huh?"
The green-collared girl’s face was filled with doubt.
Andrew!
During the Nether Monument comprehension, Andrew had risen straight up as a Primordial-tier genius!
"How is this possible?"
"Where did this Andrew come from? Wasn’t he a Primordial-tier? Why is he at the entrance of the Primeval Famous Master Pavilion?"
She had no idea Andrew had already advanced to the Primeval Gate, and thought he was just a special Primordial-tier genius, in some ways not inferior to the Primeval ones.