The entire venue fell silent, broken only by Andrew Han's calm voice.
The cylindrical rostrum resembled a towering pavilion—people could stand inside, and from the topmost level, gaze out over all the surrounding heights.
Everyone stood on the middle tier, watching Andrew Han.
“This rain will not fall today.”
This brief statement was like thunder splitting the dark clouds overhead, leaving everyone on site stunned and utterly at a loss.
Not fall?
Even though Andrew Han was a Venerable Saint of the Law Realm, he was still human, not a god—how could he possibly control the natural workings of heaven and earth?
Besides, with modern technology so advanced, humanity already possessed a basic understanding of the world.
The old idea of ‘heaven round, earth square’ was a fallacy; ancient legends of immortals shaping the world were mere fantasy. So-called immortals who commanded thunder and rain simply did not exist… Humanity lives on the surface of Earth, which itself is but a life-bearing planet in the solar system—a speck of dust adrift in the vast starry universe.
In short—
The so-called immortals of legend were, in truth, nothing but Law Realm experts of today.
In ancient Sinovera, the mysterious order of heaven and earth was simply the natural laws of the world—unrelated to life itself, governed by material processes.
“Venerable Han, what do you mean by that?” The highest official of Southridge Province could not help but ask, his face ashen and his voice tinged with confusion and doubt.
The other government leaders exchanged bewildered glances, unable to grasp what Andrew Han meant.
Only the Titled Sequence experts remained silent.
Those Titled Sequence Martial Lords, who had fused with the power of heaven and earth, felt like rusty machines—their minds slowly turning as a wild, almost unthinkable guess surfaced, but none dared believe it.
Human power—
How could it possibly contend with the heavens themselves?
At that moment, Andrew Han strolled calmly to the square-meter window. The confused crowd hurried to clear a wide path for him, their respect absolute—they dared not show the slightest disrespect.
They all stepped aside to either side.
Even if they were confused and lost, they would never act foolishly. They understood that a Law Realm existence who had internalized vast power was as radiant as a god, as ethereal as an ancient immortal—already transcending mortal dust.
To try to bind such a being with mundane conventions would be no different than courting death.
Supreme power eclipsed all else—age, seniority, and status lost their meaning.
Thus, the highest official and elders of Southridge Province did not posture, nor did they question why Andrew Han had not answered their earlier inquiry. Their usual authority vanished; they stood humbly by, hands at their sides.
Here in Southridge Province, he was a figure of high rank and great power.
But before Andrew Han, unrivaled in the world, he was nothing; the elder was keenly aware of this.
Andrew Han clasped his hands behind his back, standing at the window, gazing at the dark, cloud-choked sky.
Layers of storm clouds pressed down, oppressive and heavy. High above, fierce winds howled; now and then, muffled thunder rumbled through the clouds, intensifying the sense of pressure.
A storm was brewing—just as the old saying goes, ‘when the mountain rain is about to come, the wind fills the building.’
This was the power of nature itself!
Human strength alone could never hope to rival such heaven-and-earth might.
"I still remember."
Andrew Han spoke softly, each word clear.
His voice was calm and measured, steady and orderly, carrying a vast tranquility that soothed the heart—as if nothing in the world could disturb Andrew Han's serene composure.
"Long ago, I faced a similar situation."
"Back then, I had just entered the Martial Artist Realm, barely beginning to touch martial power. I was ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth, unaware that Law Realm experts even existed."
"So I drifted through heaven and earth, powerless."
"I once wished that, one day, I could throw a punch and shatter the thick clouds blanketing the sky."
Andrew Han had once dreamed and yearned for this, and even now, he had not forgotten.
Now, as a Venerable Saint, Andrew Han stood on the verge of touching the Supreme Saint tier. He no longer wished to simply endure the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning.