"Nether-Fame Stele—ten total comprehension slots."
The slots will be assigned by strength: whoever is strongest gets to comprehend!
At this moment, the vast Primordial Gate reverberated with this immense voice, so powerful it seemed to freeze the soul. The sound waves rolled through the shallow-red void within the Primordial Gate, surging like a sea of stars.
Wherever the voice passed, it entered the ears, the heart, and the soul.
Even if thunder and lightning tore through the sky, nothing could block its transmission, no distance could delay its arrival. The greatest sound is silent—so it is.
Utterly majestic!
Utterly lofty!
Utterly beyond imagination in power!
Andrew Han, who had defeated Huang He with a mere flick of his finger, looked up solemnly but could not discern the source of the voice. "What level of life is this? A true powerhouse—Cosmic Eternal Realm?"
His green robe fluttered slightly, his brows heavy with thought. Even with Andrew's explosive cultivation progress, he still couldn’t comprehend the nature of this voice—the gap in realms was simply too vast. The speaker could likely crush a Stellar Palace-tier with just a single word.
So this is how weak I am.
To stand here is to realize my own smallness.
Yet being here did not dampen Andrew’s fighting spirit—it only fueled his desire.
His eyes, clear black and white, shimmered with a bright light.
He thought to himself: "Ten thousand Consciousness Nodes in Soul-Will cultivation are roughly equivalent to an ultimate trait in life-gene cultivation. That’s the baseline for entering the Primeval Gate. As for the Eternal Gate, they say you need over a hundred thousand nodes."
Primeval Gate—entry is all but certain.
The Eternal Gate is still far away—not worth considering yet. The road must be taken step by step, just as fine food must be savored bite by bite.
......
For life-gene cultivators, genius is measured mainly by the strength of their traits.
For Soul-Will cultivators, genius is measured mainly by the number of Consciousness Nodes. Compared to the complex structure of power traits, nodes are simpler—the more, the stronger. It’s as simple as that!
As for the other two systems—Life Synthesis and the Sealed Celestial Path—they usually follow the standards of life-gene cultivation. After all, among the vast starry skies, life-gene cultivators are the mainstream.
"Primordial, Primeval, Eternal."
As cultivation progresses, aptitude gradually reveals itself.
Andrew Han frowned: "But with my current Soul-Will, only five thousand Consciousness Nodes—I’m just middle-tier in the Primordial Gate. First, I must dominate the Primordial Gate and become invincible before I can even talk about the Primeval Gate!"
In a flash, countless thoughts raced through his mind.
This is the benefit of sharp thinking: as soon as the vast celestial voice echoed, he understood, analyzed, and achieved a calm, unruffled mindset.
So it was for Andrew.
Not so for Huang He.
"What!?"
"Nether-Fame Stele comprehension slots!?" Her sweet face showed astonishment; her soft, girlish body tumbled hundreds of times in the void, her pure hairstyle now a mess as she barely managed to steady herself.
Huang He’s mouth hung open.
Dimples appeared faintly at the corners of her mouth.
"Nether-Fame Stele." Huang He swallowed, her lips dry. "I’ve heard of it. My elder sister once told me the Nether-Fame Stele is forged from countless Nether Clan bones, soaked in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It tempers will and character, and only Primeval Gate cultivators have the right to comprehend it!"
Even in the Primeval Gate, the Nether-Fame Stele is a precious cultivation environment, and slots are rarely opened.
So she couldn’t understand.
How could Nether-Fame Stele comprehension slots possibly go to the Primordial Gate?
By genius tier, Primeval ranks above Primordial. The resources enjoyed by the Primeval Gate are simply out of reach for the Primordial Gate!
Even though Huang He is weak in the Primordial Gate, she has a good elder sister. Her strength isn’t as great as Andrew Han’s, but she knows much more. She felt stifled, sensing a storm approaching!
......
Meanwhile, not far away, at the twin stars.
Amid the torrent of light and heat, countless manors stood.
"Nether-Fame Stele!"
A shout filled with shock and awe.
A burly man named Mu Yu, dressed in tattered hometown clothes, stood atop the blazing light-stream, gazing up at the heavens.
Hiss!
Nether-Fame Stele comprehension slots!
"I've heard the legends of the Nether-Fame Stele," Mu Yu sucked in a cold breath.
"The deaths of billions of Nether Clan form its foundation. Comprehenders not only temper their will, but also receive flashes of Soul-Will inspiration, glimpsing entirely new soul cultivation directions and gaining countless insights!"
Across the vast universe, life races are countless. But if you judge solely by soul mastery, the Nether Clan stands supreme!
As one of the Four Great Life Races, the supreme Nether Clan is born to command souls, manifesting abyssal hells and constructing Nether Dominions—a terrifying existence perfectly suited for soul cultivation! In pure soul mastery, even the Shenro Clan, Light Clan, and Human Race cannot compare to the Nether Clan.
That’s precisely why—
Comprehending the Nether-Fame Stele usually brings the greatest benefit and miraculous effects to Soul-Will cultivators.
"Sigh."
Mu Yu couldn’t help but sigh—he was a life-gene cultivator.
For life-gene cultivators, comprehending the Nether-Fame Stele only tempers the will. It’s a waste of such precious slots.
"Wait a minute..." Mu Yu froze.
He shook his head and laughed at himself: "I’m really getting ahead of myself. The Primordial Gate only has ten slots—how could I dare to dream of them? Even if a life-gene cultivator could get a slot, how could it possibly go to me, Mu Yu?"
The Primordial Gate is overflowing with geniuses.
Though Mu Yu isn’t weak, he’s at best upper-middle tier. To compete for a Nether-Fame Stele slot, without top hundred strength in the Primordial Gate, it’s nothing but a fantasy.
"Right, Andrew Han."