His vision blurred—the surrounding scenery twisted, time and space distorted to unfathomable extremes. Before Andrew Han could even wonder what the Chaos Star System might look like, he arrived, set down at its very center.
"Arrived."
"Chaos Star System."
Andrew Han muttered softly.
Buzz—
In that moment, an indescribable sound seemed to echo through the void, while a faint, nearly imperceptible burning sensation crept across both his shoulders. Even Void Rift Tier beings would not have noticed.
But as a Primeval-tier Genius, Andrew’s soul-sense was extraordinarily keen; his expression changed instantly.
It felt like a breathtaking trial of life and death.
In a flash, Andrew realized the source of the crisis.
Instinctively, he looked up—only to see the boundless, dark, and silent starry sky overhead, studded with faint stars, no different from a normal cosmic night.
"Perhaps it's the gaze of some mighty existence."
Andrew Han frowned slightly, scanning his surroundings.
After sensing for half a moment, he discovered what set this star system apart from the outer cosmos:
What should have been a vacuum was instead filled with a medium—like a vast net woven of cotton and silk, a strange substance shrouding all directions.
"Interesting."
Even with his greatly broadened horizons, Andrew couldn't identify what this substance was.
After all, the Chaos Star System was held in utmost regard by the Human Race—bearing the name 'Chaos,' it was bound to harbor unique mysteries.
"Speaking of which..." Andrew's gaze flickered as he looked to his side.
All sorts of Humans, most of them from special branches, were clustered atop the teleportation platform—chattering, some calm and composed, some feigning indifference but inwardly anxious, others expressionless. The myriad forms of humanity were all present.
These people had come from all corners of Human Territory.