All five Profound Traits—crystalline, translucent, and exquisitely mysterious—whirled around Andrew Han. As for his strongest Soul-Will, it manifested as layer upon layer of gold-red seals rising behind him.
Boom.
He stepped forward, and the Shallow-Red Void seemed to tremble.
His opponent, the second True Palace Stage Primeval, was a Soul-Will cultivator and naturally wanted to avoid close combat with Andrew Han.
But at this moment, the enormous advantage of a composite cultivator finally emerged.
Boom! Boom!
Andrew Han darted in all directions, his steps crackling with wind, thunder, and lightning, like a reaper on the hunt. The Life-Death Reincarnation Seal pressed down relentlessly, as if a terrifying storm was sweeping across the battlefield.
In truth, the strengths and weaknesses of the four main cultivation systems aren't always obvious—a True Palace Stage Soul-Will cultivator can easily crush a peak Starlight Tier life-gene cultivator. But as realms draw closer, flaws become more apparent, and the Stellar Palace-Tier Martial Arts made the Primeval opponent faintly sense danger.
There was nowhere to escape.
No way to hide.
Andrew Han's dominance enveloped the entire arena.
"Martial arts combined with Soul-Will."
"Guerrilla tactics really do suit me," Andrew Han thought to himself, his gaze cold. Each step he took could span a million meters, giving his opponent no chance at all. "In pure Soul-Will, I still fall short. But with Stellar Palace-Tier Martial Arts, as long as I get close to this Primeval, that's when victory will be decided."
Thinking this, he moved like a fish swimming through water.
Afterimages shifted wildly, flickering through the Shallow-Red Void. Relying on the suppressive pull of the Life-Death Reincarnation Seal, Andrew Han gradually closed in on the Primeval Genius.
Slash!
A palm chopped out, cyan light flickered, and the Glazed Sword soared skyward!
Slash!
His five fingers flicked, almost like playing a melody. Tempering Light Art fired out countless beams, each sharp enough to slice through an ordinary planet.
......
The void was filled with aftershocks, energy tides surged, and countless gazes focused on this moment.
All the True Palace Stage Primevals shifted from eagerness to caution; most Void Rift-tier Primevals fell silent, quietly observing Andrew Han.
"Andrew Han is actually this strong."
"In terms of life-gene cultivation, he at least has the level of a Primordial-tier Genius."
"I used to think that since he just joined the Primeval Gate, he would be relatively weak—too little experience, too young, not much foundation... But in such a short time, Andrew Han has become a composite True Palace Stage cultivator, and not just any composite: one Primeval, one Primordial. That's an extremely rare miracle." The Primeval Geniuses exchanged glances, inwardly acknowledging Andrew Han.
Composite cultivators aren't uncommon; there are plenty in the Spark-Heritage Zone.
But...
Geniuses in both cultivation systems are an extremely rare miracle.
...
Sigh, truly fortunate." A red-lipped woman slowly opened her eyes.
"Most of us Primeval Geniuses have tried cultivating a second system, but most failed... After all, being Primeval is already an extraordinary advantage."
She let out a sigh.
She is at the Void Rift Tier, seventh layer of the Flame-Heritage Mountain, considered upper-middle tier in the Primeval Gate.
...
Not far away, two figures hid themselves, whispering: "The second fierce battle has reached its climax. It looks like Andrew Han is sure to win."
"It won't matter. Let's see the third match."
"True Palace Stage Primeval Likang Xugong, peak of the second True Palace sub-realm, is Andrew Han's final Primeval opponent."
The two figures shook their heads—not because they doubted Andrew Han, but because they'd already seen the outcome, predicted the final result.
Andrew Han is certain to lose.
It's impossible for him to win.
If you measure the level of Genius on the seventh layer of the Flame-Heritage Mountain precisely, Likang Xugong ranks among the stronger Primevals.
That's right.
Even among Primevals on the seventh layer of the Flame-Heritage Mountain, there are differences in strength.
Many Primevals quietly watched, witnessing Andrew Han defeat the second Primeval. The winner was clear; the loser left, and only Andrew Han stood in the center of the arena.
At this point.
Only the final match remains!
After a brief rest, Andrew Han turned without hesitation to face the third True Palace Stage Primeval Genius: Likang Xugong of the Black Jade race.
"Andrew Han."
Under the gaze of many Primevals, Likang Xugong smiled as he walked toward Andrew Han.
"Andrew Han, do you know..." He smiled nonchalantly. "I was Primeval at Starlight Tier, Primeval at True Palace Stage, and I will always be Primeval. Maintaining glory is far harder than creating it. My strength—you can't understand."
Heh.
Andrew Han just smiled.
Likang Xugong brushed his flowing hair, a natural black crystal embedded in his brow, looking like a flawless being from a painting, inspiring heartfelt admiration.
If a Void Rift-tier cultivator were present, they'd probably admit defeat on the spot.
Perfect and flawless means unassailable. Likang Xugong opened his palm: "Andrew Han, though you are destined to lose this battle, please do not blame yourself."
"You've already done very well."
"It's just that I have done even better."
"To show my respect and gratitude... Please wait a moment while I fix my hairstyle. Even if my head is severed and bleeding, my hair must remain perfect. That is the standard I pursue at all times!"
The entire arena fell silent; some Primevals couldn't help but laugh.
Andrew Han took a breath, his eye twitching: "Is hairstyle really that important?"
"That's right, it's extremely important."
"But your face is triangular..."
"That's right, perfectly so."
Speechless, Andrew Han touched his chin and closed his black-and-white eyes, letting chaotic emotions roar in his mind, triggering his Berserker State.
It was as if storm clouds gathered, a giant volcano about to erupt!
Like a meteor streaking by, tearing through the dark night!
Berserker State!
This is his strongest state!
As his emotions roared and his mind surged, Andrew Han vaguely heard Likang Xugong's smiling voice from ahead: "Alright, you go first."
The sound reached his ears, and suddenly everything was silent—finally, no more waiting.
Let it explode...
Let it bloom...
It was as if endless shouts roared within; Andrew Han opened his pure white eyes expressionlessly. "Oh."
Boom!
With a single step, terrifying and silent, Andrew Han appeared directly in front of Likang Xugong.
Boom!!
Behind him, a brilliant Star-Map rose, all Consciousness Nodes mobilized, countless rays roaring and weaving together to form an ancient, towering gold-red throne.
Boom!!!
Grabbing the throne, he swung its power forward and smashed it down. Andrew Han ignored Likang Xugong's changing expression, violently blasting him away and continuing to chase, unleashing a savage flurry of attacks.
Both simple and pure, Andrew Han's combat power soared at this moment.
"No!"
Likang Xugong roared in despair—his hairstyle was actually ruined.
"Andrew Han!!"
Likang Xugong steadied himself in the void, hundreds of stars floating around him, as if worshipping or chanting. He unleashed his secret art, Starry Procession, both fists transforming into comets to block Andrew Han's ninth savage strike.
The collision sent shockwaves rippling out in countless waves.
It was a beautiful, continuous halo, silently spreading out, smoothing over everything.
"You've really angered me..." Likang Xugong gritted his teeth and looked up, declaring his fury word by word, his aura expanding. But before he could finish, he let out a thunderous scream: "Aaaah!"
Boom!
Likang Xugong's vision went black—a throne smashed into his face, like a giant cauldron colliding with his consciousness.
Hiss...
Andrew Han took a deep breath...
He raised the Soul-Will throne high, True Palace-tier martial power evaporating into pure force...
The watching Primevals were all stunned by the scene: Andrew Han erupted, Likang Xugong raged, and the two tangled in a frenzied brawl!!
...
The Spark-Heritage Core AI processed and sent the real-time battle feed to Wade Wu II.
As a human powerhouse and Cosmic Eternal guardian, Wade Wu II had the necessary clearance and was certainly qualified to watch: "Hm? Something's off with Andrew Han's state."
Gulp.
Wade Wu II took a sip of fine wine, frowning deeply.
Jinkirk Jin, resembling a giant golden-furred monkey, casually crunched on strange metal: "Let me take a look."
Jinkirk Jin was also a Cosmic Eternal.
After a moment of observation, the experienced Jinkirk Jin frowned as well, muttering in confusion: "Why does this feel familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before..."
"Me too..." Wade Wu II slowly set down his wine glass.
The two turned their heads in unison.
Their eyes met.
Shua-la!
Wade Wu II shot to his feet in shock: "This—this must be Destiny's Favor!!"