As the vast celestial sound reverberated through the air.
News of the Nether-Fame Stele comprehension quotas spread throughout the Primordial Gate.
Combined with the strict rules—three days to register, no late entries, and a contest for the slots set to begin half a star-year later—the rarity and value of these comprehension quotas became clear, weighing heavily on nearly everyone.
All the myriad states of the world converged in this moment.
Urgency, anxiety, anticipation, longing—countless emotions took root and grew, then sprouted and brewed deep within every Primordial-tier Genius who cultivated the Soul-Will Path.
It was like the omen before a storm!
Like the silent prelude before a volcanic eruption!
Like the hushed silence before the collapse of heaven and earth, when the starry sky falls!
This Primordial Contest, which had yet to begin, could not be described as a mere clash of dragons and tigers or a hundred ships vying for supremacy—it was destined to shake the entire Primordial Gate and even impact the Spark-Heritage Zone.
Indeed, the Primordial-tier Geniuses were already brewing their fighting spirit.
Meanwhile, the Standard-tier Geniuses and Reserve-tier Cultivation Geniuses all looked up to the Primordial Gate, waiting for the Primordial Contest to begin. Even those at the higher Primeval Gate chatted about it, marveling at the spectacle.
Everyone knew just how rare Primordial-tier Geniuses were.
Each Primordial-tier Genius possessed the terrifying talent to dominate an entire era, nearly sweeping away all their peers from the ancient kingdoms!
It was only because the Supreme Hall gathered the Human Race’s core that Primordial-tier Geniuses seemed more numerous here, but this did not diminish the brilliance of any one of them. This contest, open to all Primordial-tier Geniuses cultivating the Soul-Will Path, would involve nearly half the Primordial Gate—a grand spectacle was certain to unfold!
......
Everywhere in the Primordial Gate, people were talking.
"Have you decided? Are you going to participate?"
"Of course I am! My strength is only slightly above average, so I probably can’t win a slot. But since life-gene cultivators aren’t eligible and it’s all Soul-Will specialists, maybe I’ll have a slim chance."
"Good, good. Let’s register together."
This was a conversation between two relatively strong Geniuses.
A soft murmur echoed through the main hall as Andrew Han's eyes flickered with contemplative light.
The hall was utterly still. On the edge of the table sat a glass of exotic juice; two or three chairs were casually placed between the round table and the sofa, lending the space a sense of open emptiness.
Andrew Han wanted to join this contest.
Andrew Han wanted even more to win a Nether-Fame Stele comprehension slot.
Though he had only just entered the Primordial Gate and didn’t truly understand what the Nether-Fame Stele was or why its slots were so rare and precious, did yearning and aspiration need a reason? His motivation was simple and honest, with no need for extravagant explanation.
"However."
"The specific effects of the Nether-Fame Stele haven’t been publicly disclosed."
Andrew pondered for a while, flipping through the known information list, then asked his AI core, Bailey. But after a long session, he still couldn’t figure out what benefits the Nether-Fame Stele offered.
What was going on?
How could such crucial information be missing?
Andrew frowned and shook his head. It seemed he could only ask Serena Huang. Ranked among the top ten of the Primordial Gate, Serena was sure to know.
Suddenly—
Bailey popped up: "Master, I know why you don’t know!"
...Andrew’s face darkened. "If you’re going to speak in tongue-twisters, at least don’t pretend to have a lisp."
(?ì_í?)
Bailey’s virtual form appeared, her rabbit-like ears twitching as she stretched lazily: "Anyone with a chance to compete for a slot has usually cultivated in the Primordial Gate for a long time and has deep seniority, so of course they know about the Nether-Fame Stele. But you’ve just arrived, Master. No one expected you to dream of joining the contest, let alone aiming for a comprehension slot!"
Hearing this,
Andrew suddenly understood, almost wanting to applaud. He found Bailey’s explanation reasonable.
But... "dreaming" and "aiming"—the words from Bailey’s mouth sounded awkward. Andrew stared at her expressionlessly.
"T^T ~"
Bailey let out a howl: "These days, telling the truth just makes my master hate me!" She immediately shrank into a fluffy white ball and disappeared in the center of the hall.
Seeing this, Andrew couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.
If Bailey weren’t by his side, coming to such an unfamiliar Primordial Gate would have made his sense of loneliness and discomfort much greater. Having a companion was always a good thing, even if Bailey was often unreliable.
"But even Bailey can’t truly understand my strength," Andrew sighed, feeling a pang of loss. He gazed out at the blazing stars beyond the hall, his heart filled with melancholy.
So grand.
So brilliant.
His pupils reflected the blazing sun. He half-turned and slowly sat on the nearby sofa. "I’ve grown used to a peaceful, quiet cultivation environment—almost forgetting the madness I once locked away. Now that the Supreme Existence of the Human Race has seen the Fate Traces on me, there’s no need to hide anymore."
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Moreover—
Andrew’s greatest strength had always been his soul!