The Nether Clan's Luhui claimed to have crossed hundreds of stellar systems. While this sounds distant, in terms of a star sector, hundreds of stellar systems are but a tiny fraction—almost insignificant.
So.
The Milky Way—also known as the Tianchen Stellar System—is located at the edge of the Yarlowe Sector.
According to Andrew Han’s speculation: perhaps the Milky Way, separated by hundreds of stellar systems from the Yarlowe Sector, lies just beyond the sector’s boundary—where the Nether Clan’s territory begins.
This is a truly terrifying thought.
"No, that's not right."
"The Nether Clan’s territory shouldn’t be so close."
Andrew Han was inwardly startled and uncertain, but after recalling Howard Gu’s explanation, he quietly dismissed his own theory.
At that moment—
Howard Gu turned to look at Andrew Han, a flash of surprise in his eyes as he sensed Andrew’s emotional turmoil.
He did not press further, but gently said, "This stellar system sits at the sector’s edge, and the Yarlowe Sector itself is at the boundary of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom. Beyond the sector, the starry sky is boundless and lifeless—a realm of darkness and silence known as the Void Silence Zone."
Void Silence Zone?
Andrew Han breathed a sigh of relief.
Given this, it seemed that Luhui was born and grew strong independently, with no connection whatsoever to the Nether Clan’s main territory.
There was nothing to worry about.
No matter what, the Chenriver Empire belongs to Human Territory. Unless the Four Great Life Races go to war, the Milky Way is safe.
After a moment’s thought, Andrew Han asked, "Are the Shenro Clan and Nether Clan’s territories really so close to us? Now that we Humans are one of the Four Great Life Races, why is there still competition?"
"It’s not competition—it’s a struggle." Howard Gu’s voice was low but steady, carrying an unshakable strength of conviction.
The Star-Sky Humans, newly ascended among the Four Great Life Races.
As a newly ascended race, they must endure a long era of struggle to gradually secure their place—only then will the risk of falling back disappear.
The Star-Sky Humans must maintain rapid, prosperous development to stabilize their position.
Many races are watching this position. If the Human Race’s prosperity weakens, there will be tests from all sides... That’s why the Universal Human Code and Supreme Human Law were born: the Star-Sky Humans must advance at any cost, never retreat.
Advance and live, retreat and die—there is no other choice.
Either become a strong race that controls life and death, or decline into a weak race at the mercy of others—this is the Star-Sky Humans’ burning predicament.
The higher you sit, the greater the risk.
Of course, these aren’t true dangers. As long as we keep moving forward, no one can stop the rise of the Star-Sky Humans." Howard Gu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of approval as he looked at Andrew Han. "Actually, we’re not so different. We all come from ordinary life planets."
Andrew Han nodded. "Mm."
Beside them, Emperor Zhen Gu, who had been listening quietly, suddenly felt nervous, realizing that the key moment had arrived.
Is this the invitation to the Ancient Kingdom?
The Emperor lowered his head, quietly speculating.
In the Emperor’s eyes, the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom is Andrew Han’s true stage.
But in Howard Gu’s view, Andrew Han should go to the Human Supreme Hall... In the dark starry sky, with blue Earth below, Howard Gu’s heavy voice echoed, a force that questioned the heart: "Andrew Han, do you acknowledge your Human identity?"
Andrew Han answered solemnly: "Of course. Being born human is a source of pride."
Howard Gu’s gaze grew stern: "Countless races surround our territory, probing endlessly. The Chenriver Empire is just your starting point... Come, leave Chenriver, leave the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom. I will grant you a special recommended quota."
Huh?" Andrew Han was momentarily stunned.
Leave Chenriver—understandable. But leave the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom?
Yes.
"Leave the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom." Howard Gu smiled, looking at Andrew Han: "With my recommendation, you can go directly to the Human Supreme Hall, experience the starry sky’s wonders, witness the universe’s races—according to Earth time, I give you half a year to decide."
Andrew Han murmured: "Human Supreme Hall."
Howard Gu smiled: "There are two systems for cultivating geniuses: recommendation and open selection. The next Star-Sky Human Genius War is over three hundred epochs away. You only have this path—consider carefully."
...
Time passed, and blue Earth remained as ever.
Andrew Han was Earth’s strongest; some responsibilities he could not refuse. For example, he took Howard Gu and Emperor Zhen Gu on two tours around Earth, introducing its history and letting them taste its unique cuisine.
Scenery was secondary.
After all, the starry sky is vast, planets are countless, and magnificent sights abound—especially those worlds transformed by technology, dazzling beyond measure.
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So compared to the scenery, Howard Gu was more interested in Earth’s culture.
...
"This is the Great Wall? I can faintly sense lingering spirit and will within it—though it’s a bit short and small, it’s truly extraordinary."
"Is this called the Forbidden City? Not much to it—the architecture is mediocre, too oppressive, too false, it gives me an extreme sense of rigid constraint."
...
"Eh? Such a small planet, yet it’s divided into so many countries?"
"Forget it, those places like the Americas and Africa—the spiritual civilization there is too poor, not worth mentioning. I think the land where you were born and raised, Andrew, is much more worth appreciating."
...
There’s no helping it—Howard Gu’s level of existence is simply too high.
He didn’t need Andrew Han’s explanations; just by sensing with his soul, Howard Gu could discern much, even detecting two or three ancient battlefields from the martial arts world.
"Battle for survival."
"A sacrifice without regret, utterly heroic."
Howard Gu stood on the Purple Aconite Mountain ancient battlefield, white robes fluttering, quietly moved.
His gaze swept, eyes closing as if he could see, amid wind and rain, a miniature reflection of the Human Race’s fierce competition with the universe’s countless races.
Howard Gu didn’t think much of it.
He simply assumed monsters and ghosts were aberrant lifeforms.
After all, Andrew Han had erased all traces from Antarctica and the Arctic Ocean, to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"By the way," Howard Gu turned to ask, "Does Earth have any unique cuisine?"
Cuisine?
Does it have to be unique?
Faced with this serious question, Andrew Han thought for a moment, his mind racing, a flash of insight passing through—and he blurted out, "Kelp and pork-rib soup!"
...
Three days later, after two more tours, Howard Gu was quite satisfied.
With nothing pressing, and accompanied by Emperor Zhen Gu, Howard Gu went straight to the Chenriver Imperial Star to inspect all metrics of the Chenriver Empire. Before leaving, he set a six-month appointment with Andrew Han.
"Andrew Han."
"Think carefully... Once you go to the Human Supreme Hall, you must wait until you qualify for inscription in the Star-Sky Human Genius Register before you’re allowed to return home."
Howard Gu’s reminder echoed in Andrew Han’s ears.
His cyan robe fluttered, his mind clear—Andrew Han was like a blue shooting star, leaving Earth and racing across the starry sky.
The Green Mountain had long since been repaired; in just over two seconds, Andrew Han arrived at Venus, where he saw his lively little sister Lucy and a face so familiar—his master’s wrinkled old visage.
"You’re here."
Miles Ning took a drag of his cigarette and turned to look at Andrew Han.
"Master, why don’t you return to Earth?" Andrew Han landed on Venus’s surface and asked casually.
All his family and loved ones were here; this region had been transformed by Miles Ning, with air, water, even vibrant trees and flowers—perfect for life.
Miles Ning didn’t answer, but asked instead: "That Howard Gu from the Ancient Kingdom—he’s really left?"
Andrew Han frowned: "Yes, he’s gone."
"That’s good." Miles Ning took another drag of his Chinese cigarette, slowly exhaling smoke, his wrinkled face returning to cold indifference. After a long while, as if softly murmuring, he sent a faint message: "The true reason I sealed and enshrined the sun... do you want to know?"