"Primeval of the Hu‑Gu Race, request to ascend the arena!"
Primeval Andrew Han—this single phrase erupts like a terrifying volcanic explosion, shaking the boundless cosmos to its very limits!
First, silence.
Then, an uproar.
The frenzied roar of billions coalesces into a Human flood!
Throughout the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, across every sector of the starry sky—including neighboring kingdoms—everyone stands solemnly. Almost no one can remain calm; all eyes are fixed on the final moment of the Primeval Life‑and‑Death War.
"Ascend the arena! Ascend the arena!"
"Victory! Victory!"
"His Highness Andrew Han of our Cosmic Ancient Kingdom will surely win!"
Throats hoarse, hearts burning—all are waiting.
Whether through clouds and mist on giant screens, atmospheric projections on planets, or deep‑space displays, it is as if countless frozen statues gaze at the final Hu‑Gu Stellar‑Palace Primeval ascending the arena.
This is the final battle.
The last moment of the Primeval Life‑and‑Death War between the Star‑Sky Humans and the Hu‑Gu Race.
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"Our kingdom's Andrew Han."
Even the Ancient King, high above all others, focuses his red eyes with absolute concentration—as if piercing through distant spacetime to land directly on Andrew Han: "Andrew Han, you must win this."
Because defeat is not an option!
The Cosmic Ancient Kingdom has been downtrodden for too long—it desperately needs a battle to prove itself!
Most crucially, the Ancient King never expected events to escalate to this point—Primeval Andrew Han of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom now bears the entire outcome of the Primeval Life‑and‑Death War on his shoulders.
An incomparable weight.
An unimaginable pressure.
"If Andrew Han loses..." The Ancient King, lost in thought, subconsciously rises to his feet and mutters, "If Andrew Han breaks through two Hu‑Gu opponents, the resulting surge of morale will be several times greater than anything I previously estimated!"
At this thought.
The Ancient King exhales a heavy breath.
Focusing on this Primeval Life‑and‑Death War, the final Hu‑Gu Primeval reveals himself—a massive, jar‑shaped lifeform with six ears!
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Milky Way Galaxy, Chenriver Empire.
Emperor Zhen Gu had long since stopped breathing, his golden eyes full of shock: "So Andrew Han has already grown to this level."
"We can only look up to him now."
Suweng swallowed a dry lump in his throat.
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Even Ning Molie, also in the Milky Way and positioned at the galaxy's edge, clicked his tongue in wonder: "Remarkable."
"Brother."
Lucy Han rose up on tiptoe, her big black eyes flashing with panic.
"Damn those foreign races!" For the first time in her life, Lucy Han felt a surge of killing intent. She glared at the crystal‑clear deep‑space projection: "All aliens deserve to die—Grandpa was right!"
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Yarlowe Frontier—two races face off, with only the arena suspended at the center.
At this moment.
Primeval Andrew Han.
A terrifying might surges forth, rivaling the peak of the Void Rift Tier.
Immediately afterward, the Hu‑Gu Stellar‑Palace Primeval descends from the sky—so ferocious, so terrifying—unleashing a bizarre, oppressive howl that almost pierces through screens and leaves the audience's ears ringing and deafened.
In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifts dramatically!
Everyone falls silent—no words remain!
First, tense anticipation; then, an explosive uproar; but now, dead silence!
Because...
It is all too obvious...
This fourth Hu‑Gu Stellar‑Palace Primeval—the last foreigner to ascend the arena—is likely even more savage and brutal than those before!
"This is bad!"
The Yarlowe Star‑King's heart skips a beat.
"Things look grim!"
The Ancient Kingdom's powerhouses—usually stoic and impassive—are now visibly moved.
Their eyes twitch uncontrollably.
Faces change color.
"Andrew Han..."
"He might lose!" Their pupils contract to needle points, eyes fixed on the life‑and‑death arena: "The previous Hu‑Gu injured Andrew Han—now, facing the final Hu‑Gu at full strength while only lightly wounded, how can he possibly win?"
Even Cosmic Eternal Realm experts, with all their experience, cannot see any chance of victory.
Yet...
The seven Primevals standing solemnly in the starry sky, their eyes blazing with faith: "We're watching you... Andrew Han, win this!"
At this very moment.
In this very setting.
The final Hu‑Gu Primeval ascended the arena with savage ferocity, bringing boundless pressure—a heavy, anxious dread, as if swathes of pitch‑black clouds blanketed every heart, panic spreading through the gloom!
“Hahahahaha!”
“Pitiful Human Primeval!” It seemed to know that countless Humans were watching this final battle, and roared wildly in midair: “For my race, for this Primeval Life‑and‑Death War, I have paid a horrific price. From now on, I will be forever stuck at the peak of the Stellar Palace Tier, with no hope of ever reaching the Void Rift Tier!”
On the arena below.
Andrew Han slowly lifted his head, his pupils cold and expressionless.
“You have no idea how much the Hu‑Gu Race has sacrificed for this Primeval Life‑and‑Death War!” It roared as it descended onto the arena, its presence shaking heaven and earth. “I am Gideon Shard, Primeval of the Hu‑Gu! Andrew Han, Primeval of Humanity—what will you use to defeat me?!”
Andrew Han looked at him.
Whatever price the Hu‑Gu Race paid, Andrew neither knew nor wished to know.
Between life races, there is only the law of the jungle—cruel competition, without compassion or mercy! Even between Supreme Races and third‑rate life races, this ancient truth holds eternally!
“Then.”
Andrew Han turned fully to face him.
His fists clenched, then slowly relaxed, dropping to his sides, dripping blood, igniting Stellar Palace power.
“Let’s begin…”
Within the Origin Mystic Palace at his heart, the independent inner world he had opened—the half‑corpse stored within flickered with illusory light.
Normally speaking.
Sensing and absorbing Fate Traces—Graywhite Aura—would not cause any unusual phenomena.
But Andrew Han’s absorption rate was so terrifying that the virtual space began to twist; vast streams of Graywhite Aura surged into his life and soul, even the massive Fate current standing at the center of the virtual world trembled.
Graywhite Aura fused into his life genes!
Graywhite Aura fused into his soul space!
The Fate Traces hidden in the half‑corpse, through a mysterious link with Andrew Han’s independent inner world, surged toward him madly!
This was Andrew Han’s true underpinning for daring to ascend—the Fate Rebel!
“If even fate can be resisted…”
“Then what is the Hu‑Gu Race to me?”
“I will fight with everything I have, rather die than lose—today, I, Andrew Han, fight for Humanity!”
His fingers curled, hair snapped strand by strand, Andrew Han seemed to bear endless pressure as he raised his gaze, staring at the final Hu‑Gu Primeval, the corners of his eyes splitting, blood spraying around him.
Golden‑red light swirled in his left eye.
Azure radiance flooded his right eye.
But in the next moment—
His eyes of every color instantly turned into flawless, pure white.
“Andrew Han!”
Across the Ancient Kingdom’s territory, a single name resounded.
“Andrew Han!”
Zhen Gu kicked over the imperial throne, Suweng tore open his red robe, and the decision‑makers all looked up as if bathed in divine power.
“Andrew Han!”
One by one, the White‑Horn Humans gripped their single horns with sweaty palms; one by one, ordinary Humans’ hearts stopped beating; the few martial artists on blue Earth connected to the star‑net stared wide‑eyed.
After the silence, came the eruption!
At the final moment—absolute trust!
“Victory!”
“Await your triumph—await your return!”
"Andrew Han, we are all waiting for you!!!"
He seemed to listen closely, yet perhaps he heard nothing at all. Andrew tilted his head slightly.
Endless shouts echoed in his ears, filling both his heart and mind, yet a thread of clarity remained. Andrew stood expressionless, gazing at the descending, ferocious Hu-Gu Primeval.
Crack.
A fissure split his face, stretching from his forehead down to his lower lip, nearly splitting his entire visage apart.