Although Andrew Han had long known that the Pangu–Nüwa–Atlantis Era once existed, he was still stunned to hear that a relic from that age had appeared on the Atlantic seabed.
How many years must it have endured?
It must be far more than tens of thousands of years.
Moreover, the relic is shielded by a luminous barrier, its light shining upon the Atlantic—there must be an energy source within.
To survive for so long and still function—one can imagine that the relic lying at the bottom of the Atlantic must possess technology far beyond the limits of human imagination.
"Then..."
"If the conjecture is correct, and the Pangu–Nüwa–Atlantis Era once fought against Demons and Specters, could we obtain artifacts and technologies from it that restrain such monsters?"
At this thought, Andrew's eyes flashed with light.
Not only Andrew himself, but all Law Realm experts who received the news were stirred—this was an opportunity for all humankind.
Even a single artifact handed down from that era could shake the world; perhaps the treasures inside the relic are even greater, even stronger.
Thus, most Law Realm experts secretly speculated about how many treasures the Atlantic seabed relic might hold. If hundreds could be obtained, Law Realm power would surely soar.
Yet there was a bitter reality.
By the time Supreme Zhang and the others arrived, Netherfiends and giant Demons had already surrounded the relic in force.
"Everyone,"
"For now, remain calm and await further news. Continue to defend our homeland and guard against Netherfiend and giant Demon invasions." Supreme Zhang stood on the Atlantic’s surface, his eyes like twin searchlights piercing through the world, gazing at the ocean floor 7,400 meters below.
Wisdom shone in his eyes like strings of pearls.
The Netherfiends and giant Demons circled the perimeter, unable to find a way to open the relic. In other words, the strength of the luminous barrier was simply beyond imagination.
Supreme Zhang felt both joy and concern, his brows tightly knit: "Even upper-grade giant Demons cannot break the relic’s barrier—this indirectly proves the power of the Pangu–Nüwa Era."
So then...
Even the relic itself, handed down through the ages, is enough to block giant Demons and Netherfiends—what did the Pangu–Nüwa Era truly fight against? Was it Demons and Specters, or something even stronger?
At this, Supreme Zhang dared not think further.
Perhaps the truth of it all lies hidden within the relic itself... Whatever the case, humanity must inevitably explore it!
...
Meanwhile, at the Crab-Pot Restaurant in Huiman Plaza.
With few diners present, two or three servers sat at ease. Andrew Han and Monica Zhang took their old seats, ordering the mildly spicy crab-pot dish that lingered in memory.
"Mm."
"It seems Supreme Zhang values the Atlantic relic greatly—he’s sent so many messages. But if a struggle over its ownership erupts, will a fierce battle break out ahead of schedule?"
Andrew Han pondered inwardly, a sense of crisis rising.
Ever since he slaughtered the Black Dragon and hunted down the origin talent of the dragon-type Demon, Andrew had relaxed a little, feeling qualified at last to enjoy a peaceful life.
But Andrew knew now that he was mistaken.
Netherfiends and giant Demons would never allow humanity time to develop; sooner or later, a war of life and death would erupt—a final battle to decide the fate of all humankind.
"Since that's the case..."
"I can’t afford to delay any longer... Starting today, I’ll devote everything to collecting Graywhite Aura—even if I must traverse every river and mountain—to grow stronger and lay the foundation for Internal Power’s final evolution."
Suddenly—
A server brought the dishes to the table, interrupting Andrew’s thoughts.
"What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?" Monica propped her chin with one hand, her gentle smile tinged with worry. She had guessed something major had happened, seeing the heaviness in Andrew’s expression.
The girl was not strong in martial arts.
But she was thoughtful and never made trouble. That alone surpassed the usual standard for girlfriends in Sinovera.
"Something happened."
Andrew sighed, offering little explanation.
If a struggle for the Atlantic relic breaks out, all Law Realm experts will mobilize. And he—virtually invincible below the Venerable Saint tier—knew Supreme Zhang would no longer restrain him.
Because—
This relic was simply too important.
"Mm, it's a matter between Law Realm experts." Andrew glanced at the girl’s worried face. Her pale, clean hands were as spotless as ever, free of nail polish—utterly pristine.
"Don’t worry, it’ll be fine."
Andrew smiled softly, comforting her.
They chatted quietly for a while, undisturbed... Andrew’s photo had been classified by the authorities, never circulating online. Unless he deliberately wore the green robe, he drew little attention.
For example, during an inspection by the nation's top leader.
Most ordinary people only knew his name, having glimpsed him perhaps once or twice. Even sitting nearby, few would recognize him—the distance was simply too great.
"Promise me you won’t take any more risks." The girl pursed her rosy lips, gripping Andrew’s left hand tightly, as if afraid that letting go would make him vanish.
If the sky collapses, there will always be someone tall to hold it up.
This was the girl’s small, selfish wish. Andrew didn’t argue; he simply returned her grip, smiling faintly.
Indeed—
When disaster strikes, it is the strong who bear the weight, standing at the front.
But now, Andrew Han was that strong one—the tall figure beneath the collapsing sky. Countless Law Realm experts hoped he would keep growing, ascend to Supreme, and become a nightmare to ghosts and monsters.
...
Early the next morning—
Boom!
Above Riverford, a blazing halo appeared, tracing a northward wave of energy like the terrifying force of an intercontinental missile—piercing through the white clouds of the sky.
The air split apart inch by inch.
A massive sonic wave surged like a tide, echoing thousands of meters above, striking the troposphere, and forcing a path through the shifting clouds.
It was Andrew Han, ascending in a single bound into the sky.
With Cloud-Sea Form Internal Power circulating, he rose higher and higher—surpassing the troposphere, soaring into the stratosphere.
Unfortunately—
Andrew was not a Law Realm expert; he had no magnetic field of his own.
"Law Realm experts traverse the world by repelling the Earth's gravity with their magnetic fields, aided by their Internal Core. Only then can they move freely through heaven and earth."
"But I am completely different."
Breaking through the troposphere, Andrew relied entirely on the raw force of his Cloud-Sea Form Internal Power.
By sheer power alone, he blasted his way to ten thousand meters high... The sonic waves, air resistance, and friction were all overwhelming, leaving a trail of flames behind him.
Not just flames—there was also a raging wind!
And sonic waves nearly as vast as the ocean itself.
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"Ahem."
"Normal Law Realm flight is silent, traversing the sky. My brute-force approach is truly one of a kind." Andrew squinted, gazing down at the clouds below.
Billowing clouds, piled in countless masses.
He’d seen cloud layers like a sea before, riding in passenger planes, but even that was nothing compared to the spectacle now—endless white clouds reflecting autumn sunlight, a vast wonder stretching below.
Nature’s power—truly magnificent!
Even the Supreme Saint, compared to the planet’s natural world, seemed utterly insignificant.
"What a vast sea of clouds."
"No wonder Master named it Cloud-Sea Form—my Internal Power truly does resemble it."
Andrew Han stood above the tranquil clouds, the world utterly silent, endless white billows rolling like waves beneath him.
Most striking of all, a blazing white fireball hung in the distant east—like a wheel of flame.
Morning sunlight!
It flooded the cloud sea... Andrew felt a surge of vitality, and with a sweep of his left hand, he gathered hundreds of meters of pure white mist.
Rumble!
The sky buzzed; within an eight-hundred-meter radius, clouds were seized with a single gesture, forming a two-hundred-meter-high vertical hurricane that kept expanding and pulling in mist.
"Something’s wrong."
"Its power is so weak—less than when I use Windstream Three Thousand on the ground. Is it due to air pressure or the thin atmosphere up here?"
Frowning at the tornado, Andrew Han pondered.
The towering windstorm, two hundred meters high, looked fearsome but was in fact hollow—lacking real power.
But that was only Andrew’s perspective.
A mid-sized passenger plane flying nearby was thrown into chaos; the entire cabin stared, dumbfounded, toward Andrew’s direction.
"Good heavens!"
"What’s happening over there? Look—a tornado that high, floating above the clouds?"
Not just the passengers—even the flight attendants were stunned, their eyes wide, rosy lips agape as if they could swallow three eggs whole.
From afar,
The hurricane towered like a pillar to the sky, spinning and drawing in clouds, expanding as if a natural disaster had been born above the heavens.
But before anyone could get a closer look—
The hurricane collapsed with a bang, leaving a wild, burning trail across the clouds. Andrew Han drove his Cloud-Sea Form Internal Power onward toward the Imperial Capital—his destination: the Great Wall of Sinovera.
No more delay in collecting Graywhite Aura.
Unless his physical and spiritual senses reached their utmost limits, Andrew Han would not return to Jiangnan for now.
...
Heading north, Andrew began searching for Graywhite Aura in the northernmost reaches of Sinovera.
Each day, hundreds or thousands of wisps of Graywhite Aura—some faint, some substantial—merged into his body, strengthening his physique and sharpening his senses.
As for the curiosity of Law Realm experts, Andrew paid it no mind.
On the eve of war, tension mounted. With the Atlantic relic possibly opening at any moment, humanity had no room for infighting. Even those who wished to fight had to consider whether they could bear Supreme Zhang’s wrath.
Thus—
Andrew visited museums and ancient martial battlegrounds.
Eventually, he stopped seeking artifacts—one wisp of Graywhite Aura was too weak, far less effective than a substantial strand.
As Andrew grew stronger, the eyes of all Law Realm experts turned toward the Atlantic.
Waiting.
All awaited Supreme Zhang’s word.
Once a way to open the relic was found, a world-shaking battle would erupt... Every Law Realm expert prepared to strike like thunder.
...
Time passed—half a month later.
In the Imperial Capital, at the great Linglong Sect.
In the biting winter, noon sunlight shone bright. The Linglong Sect’s reception hall was filled with martial artists. Only those of Martial General tier and above were allowed to attend the banquet, and even then, only as spectators.
Even Martial Masters dared not approach the banquet’s center without invitation.
At the center, beside the main table, exquisite vessels were arranged.
Venerable Sheng Lei, a Venerable Saint, sat at the head of the table.
Everyone knew that Law Realm experts resided on satellites in outer space, so most Martial Masters never witnessed their presence firsthand.
"This is what it means to be a Venerable."
"Even among Law Realm experts, he’s exceptionally powerful! Venerable Sheng Lei once fought four mid-tier Giant Fiends alone—a legendary feat."
Everyone discussed this via voice transmission.
After all, openly discussing Law Realm matters was considered disrespectful. Few spoke aloud, making the reception hall unusually quiet.
"Is that all?" whispered a young man in luxurious attire. "Supreme Zhang once gave him high praise, saying Venerable Sheng Lei might one day claim a Supreme seat."
Across all of Sinovera, there were only five Supremes.
To reach the rank of Supreme Saint meant standing at humanity’s peak—the very forefront of the world.
Meanwhile—
The pale-hued reception hall was lined with fine wine and delicacies.
At the entrance, a crimson carpet stretched over three hundred meters—expertly crafted, of the highest grade—leading all the way to the Linglong Sect’s main gate.
All of Imperial Capital’s dignitaries—those not martial artists—needed the highest credentials to attend... Military district leaders, government officials, all walked the edge of the red carpet, entering the hall in turn, greeted by Linglong Sect elders.
In short, this was Sinovera’s highest-level banquet.
Because—
This three-hundred-and-thirty-three-meter carpet was laid to welcome the arrival of Law Realm experts at Linglong Sect.
"Qianyun."
At the main table, Venerable Sheng Lei stretched lazily. "I’ve invited Andrew Han. Stay by his side later—pour drinks, serve food, chat and get to know him."
╭(╯^╰)╮ Ling Qianyun rolled her eyes, her delicate features full of exasperation.
So it went with the Linglong Sect’s hierarchy, and with old man Sheng Lei—everyone wanted her to build ties with Andrew Han.
But here was the problem.
Beauty was useless, acting cute didn’t work, and she couldn’t get physical—Andrew Han could send her flying with a slap; Ling Qianyun pondered her options.
"He’s here!"
Venerable Sheng Lei rose and flew out of the reception hall.
Andrew Han?
Has Andrew Han of Qingshan Sect arrived?
Elders, martial prodigies, radiant maids, and government leaders alike held their breath, all staring outside.