The Human Supreme Hall. The Spark-Heritage Zone. The Flame-Heritage Mountains. To ascend or descend a mountain takes only two or three instants... Andrew Han pondered silently for a moment, lost in thought.
"The Spark-Heritage Zone."
"The Hall is divided into seventeen regions in total. One of them is named the Spark-Heritage Zone, where a hundred mountains stand tall."
Unable to resist, Andrew Han lifted his gaze toward the swiftly approaching pale-red star-river overhead. The vastness of the star-river seemed to fill all his senses. Thinking of the Flame-Heritage Mountains, he felt a subtle anticipation and longing rise within him.
"The path of the supreme genius."
Sylvia Chu, the Hall's receiving officer, explained everything with clarity.
Each Flame-Heritage Mountain symbolizes a path leading to the ultimate peak of genius beneath the starry sky.
Since the Hall’s founding, through countless ancient years, innumerable geniuses have challenged these mountains, using them to witness and measure the direction of their own progress.
Yet among the Human Race, those able to reach the summit of these mountains are exceedingly rare.
The summit of the mountain...
What kind of view would await there?
Just hearing Sylvia Chu’s description, Andrew Han felt his heart surge—an intense fighting spirit, long dormant, rekindled within him, burning fiercely.
To stand atop the summit—an unparalleled symbol!
Endless cosmos, boundless starry sky—the summit of the Flame-Heritage Mountains means this: the pinnacle of the vast universe, enough to shake all races beneath the stars!
"Andrew Han, observe carefully," Sylvia Chu suddenly spoke. "The Human Supreme Hall gathers the true powerhouses of the Human Race, the cutting edge of technology, the finest cultivation environments, resources, and inheritances. Everything you can imagine, everything beyond your imagination, even what you cannot yet comprehend... all exist here, vast as the sands of time. The Hall itself spans a range equal to one and a half stellar systems."
"Mm."
Andrew Han nodded and looked around.
The darkness remained vast and empty. The two gradually approached the pale-red star-river above.
Sylvia Chu continued, "At Starlight Tier, just flying from one end of the Hall to the other would take at least a hundred thousand epochs, maybe even longer. Sounds pretty enormous, doesn’t it?"
"It really is," Andrew Han replied, clicking his tongue in awe.