No matter what others thought, Princess Mora was deeply shaken. Driven by a desire to share, she spread the news to her friends throughout the palace—like a flash of lightning splitting the silence.
Jace Fu might not be called truly formidable—but it all depends on whom you compare him to!
The one who crushed Jace Fu so decisively was none other than Andrew Han!
Who in the palace doesn’t know the name Andrew Han?
This Composite Starlight-tier Human, Andrew Han, born on a primitive world and recommended by the White-Horn Clan, is unusually favored by Lord Suweng—and has even been personally acknowledged by Sen, the so-called invincible genius.
But the most crucial point is—
How long has it even been since Andrew Han joined Chenriver Palace?
“Even if his talent is outstanding, this is just too outrageous.”
“Exactly. I heard about it, and it’s almost unbelievable! But besides Princess Mora, three or four others have come forward to confirm it’s true.”
“Jace Fu, the Pink-Skin Human, is considered fourth tier, right? For Andrew Han to defeat him in two punches—he’s probably already at third tier. Plus, he still has a three star-year buffer period.”
Most of the cultivation geniuses were abuzz with discussion.
Some were astonished, others clicked their tongues in amazement; there were those who looked down from above, and others who watched in cold silence... In short, everyone’s expressions were different, a thousand attitudes on display.
But the real reason Andrew Han drew so much attention wasn’t his strength—it was his terrifying potential.
Andrew Han had just entered Chenriver Palace and already displayed such power. What would happen after his three star-year buffer? What about eighty-seven star-years from now... No one could imagine or predict what Andrew Han might achieve in the future.
Yet deep down, a vague, wild thought arose in everyone’s mind.
Maybe—
Maybe Andrew Han could be mentioned in the same breath as Sen!
“Mentioned in the same breath?”
“Impossible!”
Jace Fu, his face ashen, sat atop a tuft of nebula silk, his eyes lifeless as he gazed toward the edge of the nebula space. “I admit Andrew Han is remarkable, but that’s all. When Sen returns, we’ll witness the true symbol of Chenriver Palace’s highest honor!”
At this moment, he sat alone in an empty area.
Ahead lay the Color-Cloud Palaces; behind, the Duel & Challenge Zone. For now, no one passed through this vacant space—only coldness and silence enveloped Jace Fu.
He didn’t want to go back—too ashamed to face anyone.
He didn’t want to move, either—his points had been wiped out.
Fortunately, the drifting nebula silk around him gave Jace Fu a faint sense of safety—illusory and ephemeral though it was.
“Sen has already left the core region.”
“Sen went to the abandoned sector of Chenriver Palace, just to perfect the Star-Flame Cloud Profound Trait!” Jace Fu murmured, lost in thought.
Everyone knew Chenriver Palace was nestled inside a miniature nebula, stretching for a tenth of a light-year. Even a peak Starlight-tier lifeform would need forty years to cross its full span.
By comparison—
The core region of Chenriver Palace covered a much smaller area.
Compared to the vast, milky-white nebula, the core zone was insignificant. After endless cycles of construction, adjustment, and pruning by successive imperial rulers, only a single core region remained!
Countless epochs ago, traces of Chenriver Palace spanned the entire nebula—training grounds, transfer sites for Starlight-tier and even Stellar Palace-tier criminals!
But time proved everything: a concentrated core region was far more efficient.
“Sen...”
Jace Fu’s face was somber, lost amid the drifting nebula silk, surrounded by silence.
Just then—
A streak of black lightning flashed through the nebula space, appearing before Jace Fu.
“Jace Fu.”
The black lightning revealed itself as a handsome youth with long hair draped over his shoulders.
His skin was pink, and he smiled at Jace Fu. “I’ve been looking for you for ages. Don’t beat yourself up—everyone makes mistakes, it’s only human.”