How exalted is a true Primeval? Words fall pale and powerless, unable to capture it; even across the endless starry sky, such beings remain as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
So...
As a Primeval of the Star-Sky Humans...
Andrew Han is no longer fighting empty-handed, nor is he alone and unsupported—how could he possibly charge into the starry sky with nothing?
If one insists on handling everything personally, nothing truly great will be accomplished!
Even if Andrew Han wanted to go it alone, it wouldn’t be allowed—the Supreme Hall of the Star-Sky Humans would never approve, the Archaic Hall and Spark-Heritage Zone would absolutely refuse, and all territorial resources would be supplied in full. Supporting a Primeval’s growth is mandatory and unconditional!
“Heh, Grand Venerable Thunder-Tongue.”
Andrew Han smiled calmly, revealing a set of flawless white teeth, his hand holding a beautifully ornate longbow that glowed with a milky-white radiance.
At this moment—
His mysterious smile seemed to carry boundless divine might, as if a celestial descended to the mortal realm.
Because in his hand was the Portable Sub-Space Warp Cannon; to unleash its full power and obliterate a peak Void Rift expert was a trivial matter.
“???”
From a thousand meters away, seeing the milky-white longbow, Grand Venerable Thunder-Tongue’s pupils contracted sharply; his brows furrowed deeply, and thunder flickered and whispered around him as if ready to retreat.
His wariness boiled over to the extreme.
Grand Venerable Thunder-Tongue’s expression grew as dark as could be.
But it wasn’t because of the milky-white longbow—it was Andrew Han’s cold, detached words, each one sweeping across the world like a rain of fire from the heavens!
‘We are not the same!’
“I, Andrew Han, am more important than your entire cultivator world combined!”
This voice, overturning all understanding, echoed endlessly, reverberating in Grand Venerable Thunder-Tongue’s mind.
His heart trembled...