“Graywhite Aura!”
“So much Graywhite Aura!”
His pupils contracted, breath nearly stopping—Andrew Han was utterly shocked.
In a space both real and illusory, mysterious Graywhite Aura flowed everywhere. Still as vivid and surreal as ever, still that familiar Graywhite Aura—but its forms and sheer quantity were the most Andrew Han had ever witnessed in his life.
Words felt pale, descriptions powerless. If he had to choose a single phrase...
It could only be called truly unprecedented!
Never before, never encountered, and likely never to be seen again!
In truth, most geniuses have had similar encounters—some more, some less—whenever they stumble upon a fortuitous event. How much more so for a Primeval standing atop the summit of genius?
"But..."
“This harvest is simply too immense...” Andrew Han sensed the Graywhite Aura within the half-remnant, unsure how to speak, even less sure how to describe the complexity of his feelings at this moment.
To shock a Supreme Race Primeval to this degree was no easier than annihilating a star system in an instant.
A Primeval's vision is unimaginably high.
A Primeval's state of mind is incomparably resolute.
Yet Andrew Han only felt dazed—such a vast treasure from a bygone age had been handed to him for nothing.
Shock? Ecstasy? Silence? Dread? Unease?
This was the process of Andrew Han's psychological change—truly impossible to express in words: "In short, I just can't believe it. How could a pie from heaven land right in my lap?"
"So be it."
"Let's first take a look at this Graywhite Aura."
The quantity and variety of Graywhite Aura defied estimation—this was its gift... All kinds of Graywhite Aura, dreamlike and illusory, from faint, nearly undetectable wisps to thicker streams, even to the terrifying Graywhite Aura standing at the heart of the illusory space, as if it could tear apart the heavens!
At this moment.
He reached out and touched the crystal-clear edge of the triangular remnant, where something like blood was still flowing, sensing the swirling Graywhite Aura.
The endless surge of Graywhite Aura was terrifying, suffocating—especially the ease with which it could be absorbed, which made Andrew Han deeply uneasy. Unconsciously, sweat began to bead and trickle over his entire body.
And this was with Andrew Han’s mind already tempered to resilience as a Primeval.
Restrain!
His mind was like a blade, also like a polished mirror. From the depths of his soul came a fierce roar.
Withdraw!
Andrew Han growled low.
He nearly exhausted all his strength; his palm trembled violently as he slowly lifted it, finally breaking contact with the remnant.
The illusory space vanished, and the countless Graywhite Aura streams disappeared in an instant. Seizing the opportunity, Andrew retreated a million meters, his expression wary as he fixed his gaze on the kindly remnant. “Why is your attraction so terrifying?”
Because we are both Fate Rebels!
At this moment, the remnant continued to bleed, and the blood it shed faded into nothingness.
It was clear—the blood at the edges of its triangular body flowed ever faster, its ancient and majestic aura growing ever weaker, as if it might soon vanish from the world.
You're dying? Andrew Han noticed the subtle change. Can't you revive yourself?
The remnant instantly snapped, "I know what you're worried about! You think Fate Rebels can only touch Fate Traces? No life can perform soul-possession on us! We can be controlled, manipulated, influenced, even replaced—but soul-possession is absolutely forbidden!"
Uh...
So wise...
Andrew Han said awkwardly, "No, I just think the benefit is too great—I’m a bit overwhelmed."
You don't know.
I was originally an ordinary mortal, not even at the Mundane Tier.
At Andrew Han's explanation, the remnant seemed to shake its head and sigh.
Dust returns to dust.
Earth returns to earth.
It had fallen for countless ages. At best, it could die and revive, but true resurrection was impossible.
Enough!
At this point, Andrew Han, what are you still so wary of?
Must I repeat myself? We both bear the heavy mission of Fate Rebels—generation after generation, Fate Rebels uphold the same belief. I am the previous generation’s Fate Rebel; Andrew Han, you are this generation’s… Our bond is far more solid than kinship!
Hearing this,
Andrew Han hesitated for a moment, staring at the remnant.
It was true—the remnant’s words were penetrating and clear. But Andrew Han was simply used to caution.
Mm, all right." Andrew Han mused, approaching the remnant, lifting his chin, and gazing up at the boundless dark sky above: "I'm certain that one or more Human existences… are watching this place right now!
The remnant snorted coldly. "Of course I know that. You don't need to try scaring me!"
Andrew Han smiled. "I just don't want you to die needlessly."
Pah!
The remnant sneered, glaring at Andrew Han. "I've been dead for countless ages—long since truly perished! Would a dead thing still fear dying?"
Uh...
Andrew Han opened his mouth, feeling apologetic.
Excessive caution can easily hurt others, even if this remnant was not human.
Hey, no need to apologize." The remnant sensed Andrew Han's change in mood. "Actually, the news you brought—that the Human and Light Clans have risen to Supreme Race status—is the best gift you could give me. This is the ultimate mission of generations of Fate Rebels.
Andrew Han was surprised. "Ultimate mission?"
The remnant replied, "The ultimate mission of us Fate Rebels—to overthrow the exalted Lords of Fate!"