The Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, the Yarlowe Sector—this region contains countless life‑bearing star systems and a sea of empires: the Verlon Winter Empire, the Tianyu Empire, and the Chenriver Empire are all governed directly by the Yarlowe Sector’s administrative system.
Endless stars dotted the night sky.
It was as if a vast tide of darkness was surging.
At that very moment—
Silence. Solemnity. A suffocating, indescribable pressure spread in all directions. In an instant, a terrifying wave surged forth, piercing the barriers of light and even shattering the defenses of cosmic space.
This was the fury of a cosmic high‑order lifeform unleashed!
To put it bluntly, if a Void Rift expert were present, they would be crushed alive by this overwhelming force. Even a Cosmos Union Tier existence would feel as helpless as a lone boat in a raging sea, teetering on the brink of despair.
"It has come."
"After all this time, it has come again!"
In the deepest darkness, a silver figure slowly rose to his feet, revealing the gradually contorted face of the Yarlowe Star‑King.
That’s right.
He recognized it.
This starry catastrophe was definitely triggered by the Light Clan.
One must understand: the selection of an Imperial Star’s location is extremely cautious. After all these years, how could a universe space that always met the standards suddenly and inexplicably spawn a disorder phenomenon? And the disorder formed so rapidly that it left no time to respond.
It was far too similar.
The process mirrored one of the classic cases from the ancient Light Clan Incident, nearly identical to today’s situation.
"Hoo!"
The Yarlowe Star‑King let out a heavy breath, his frenzied gaze sharpening to a deadly edge.
"Let me check again..."
"As soon as my suspicions are confirmed, I’ll report to that old Ancient Emperor at once..." In the Star‑King’s eyes, a wave of hysteria surged. "If I’m right, if it has once again set foot on our Cosmic Dominion, then no matter the cost—I will kill it!!!"
Immediately after—
Suppressing his inner turmoil and calming the energy storm within, the Yarlowe Star‑King stared intently at the phantom screen, gathering and analyzing the abnormal data from the Flame‑Smoke Goldstream, once again confirming his suspicions.
"Light Clan talent."
"An abnormal starry catastrophe."
"A Flame‑Smoke Goldstream that formed with unnatural speed and erupted without warning."
"And it just happened to occur near the Imperial Star of the Verlon Winter Empire."
"Most coincidentally of all, our Yarlowe Frontier Primeval Life‑and‑Death War just ended not long ago."
All these disturbing oddities peeled back the deepest, most painful scars in the Yarlowe Star‑King’s heart—memories he could hardly bear to recall.
In those distant years—
Seven ancient Human kingdoms were struck simultaneously by the Light Clan Incident, and the kingdom that suffered first and most was the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom.
The price paid by the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom during the Light Clan Incident was so immense as to defy calculation. The previous royal house was nearly wiped out in battle; the vast starry sky flowed with blood and sorrow, and even now, star‑battlefields remain scattered across the territory.
In fact—
A major reason for the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom’s ongoing decline is precisely this.
Irrecoverable grief—
—nourished a hatred that could never be forgotten.
The past was unbearable to revisit and the pain unendurable. The Yarlowe Star‑King remained in the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, bowing his head to the new royal house, hoping only that one day he might die in battle for his homeland, no longer bound by the teachings of his father and brothers.
Meanwhile—
He devoted himself to cultivation and his duties, but never ceased studying every classic case of the Light Clan Incident in the Seven Ancient Kingdoms.
In terms of understanding the Light Clan, the Yarlowe Star‑King could rival the Human Hall’s decision‑making bodies, and in some respects even surpass them... After a long while, the phantom screen flickered twice, and the Star‑King dialed the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom’s private communication line.
Ding-dong.
Sending a communication request.
Ding-dong.
Sending a communication request.
Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong...
Clad in silver robes, the Yarlowe Star‑King gritted his teeth and waited silently for the Ancient Emperor’s response. Clearly, his true emotions were far from calm beneath the surface.
"This time, I won’t be wrong!"
After so many years of painstaking effort, at last the heavens have not let him down. The Yarlowe Star‑King’s eyes tore at the corners: "I’ll imprison you in the Inferno Prison, make you taste a life worse than death, and experience my pain for yourself!"
About half a minute passed.
Ding-dong.
The phantom screen chimed: Establishing synchronized video channel.
"Cough, cough."
On the other side of the video, a cough was heard. The Ancient Emperor of the Cosmos, hands folded behind his back, seemed to gaze deeply at the Yarlowe Star‑King through endless space and time: "So anxious—what’s happened now?"
The Yarlowe Star‑King roared, "It’s here!"
On the other side of the screen, silence fell. The Ancient Emperor of the Cosmos quietly sighed: "Then go. Find it, and kill it."
"Alright!"
As the former crown prince and heir of the previous Cosmic Ancient Kingdom royal house, the Yarlowe Star‑King’s face twisted with hatred so deep it seemed to consume his mind: "I’ve sent you all the details—I’m going to kill it now!"
"Go. Kill it." The Ancient Emperor nodded, then added, "Be careful. Don’t leave the borders of the Cosmic Dominion."
Before the Ancient Emperor could finish—
The communication phantom shattered instantly, the synchronized video froze, and the Emperor’s commanding voice was cut off.
"I remember!"
"Everything is seared into my soul, clear as day!"
The Yarlowe Star‑King murmured softly, letting his furious aura sweep out around him.
Boom!
The silver figure slowly raised his head, gazing toward the distant starry sky—the direction of the Verlon Winter Empire.
Boom!!
The silver figure slowly curled his fingers, clenching his silver‑shining fists, and growled: "You may fool others, but you can’t fool me!"
Boom, boom, boom!!!
A boundless, heavy oppression—containing the power to command space and time—rose like a deep silver curtain, threatening to envelop the entire universe. Even the surrounding space began to crack under the strain.
Space twisted to the extreme.
Even time itself was shifting and changing.
"I’m coming to kill you!"
Clad in a silver‑glow robe, the Yarlowe Star‑King’s eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty hatred. At the same moment his gaze pierced the harsh vacuum, a tremendous gravitational force was unleashed. The mighty power, nearly warping space and time itself, awakened one after another of the Human existences stationed in the heart of the Yarlowe Sector.
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There’s nothing to be done.
Such a mighty force nearly overturned space and time itself.
"What is this...?"
"What’s going on...?"
"Strange, wasn’t he healed? Why has the Yarlowe Star‑King fallen into an unstable state again?" The mighty existences could only look at each other in speechless wonder. "I remember the last time the Yarlowe Star‑King erupted in fury—it was over four thousand eras ago."
Bang!
The Yarlowe Star‑King set out and left.
Many Human existences awoke one after another, all silent, watching as he transformed into a silver meteor.
Truth be told—
This special situation was something everyone had long since grown accustomed to.
No one knew when it started, but the Yarlowe Star‑King would often erupt in fury and charge into the farthest reaches of the starry sky, brimming with murderous intent. Yet, without exception, he always returned empty-handed.
Up to now—
Not a single gain.
But regardless, everyone considered this normal. After all, how could the Light Clan dare to trespass into Human territory?
"Impossible."
"Without approval from the Primordial Hall, any other supreme clan entering the Cosmic Dominion would be courting certain death."
"That’s right—even the mysterious and unfathomable Fate Lord of the Shenro Clan wouldn’t easily enter our Human territory."
Other life clans might enter without issue, but among the Four Supreme Clans, this was strictly forbidden. Why would the Starry Light Clan risk entering Human territory—did they want to start a supreme war?
Absurd. Ridiculous. Illogical.
The awakened Human existences simply did not believe any of the Yarlowe Star‑King’s suspicions about the Light Clan; it was just habitual experience speaking.
"He’s at it again."
"We should find time to talk to the Star‑King."
"Sigh, I really don’t understand what identity or background the Yarlowe Star‑King is hiding. His hatred for the Light Clan is truly terrifying—it chills me to the core."
Each one transmitted their thoughts across space, their words full of sighs and wonder.
After all—
Humans and the Light Clan truly are enemies...
Moreover, following the supreme will of the Primordial Hall, all but Humans are considered enemies...
"There was once an edict from the Primordial Hall—"
"When the Human race rose to become a Supreme Cosmic Clan, it gained endless glory—but also bore the corresponding cost." The crowd shook their heads in deep confusion, gradually falling silent as the dark starry sky returned to quiet.
Immediately after—
The Human existences who had awakened now slipped back into a long slumber.
......
The Yarlowe Sector was just one of the seventeen star sectors into which the ancient kingdom’s territory was divided—seemingly insignificant.
However—
On the scale of the entire Human domain, the Yarlowe Sector was still a vast expanse of starry territory.
Since the rise of the Human race, there have been a total of 107 ancient kingdoms. These ancient kingdoms shoulder a sacred mission: to govern the brilliant Human domain, answering only to the Three Great Halls.
The importance of the ancient kingdoms goes without saying.
This is the fundamental difference between the ancient royal house and the top institutions.
"The ancient kingdoms of the Starry Human race."
"In short: the ancient kingdoms."
A golden robe draped across the light-years, the Ancient Emperor of the Cosmos sat leisurely in the starry sky, his red eyes seeming to encompass all within and beyond the heavens: "Every ancient kingdom’s history can be traced back to the origin era of the Human race. Our Cosmic Ancient Kingdom may not escape decline, but the ancient kingdoms will never vanish."
For the foundation of the ancient kingdoms is boundless and mighty.
Even if countless empires were unified, they could never match an ancient kingdom.
"Indeed."
The Ancient Emperor sighed softly: "In most cases, the accumulation of quantity pales in comparison to the leap in quality—just like our Supreme Humans versus ordinary Humans..."
At this moment—
The Ancient Emperor rose in reflection, showing the highest respect.
The four supreme life clans of the cosmic starry sky: the Shenro Clan rules fate, the Nether Clan constructs high-dimensional nether realms, the Light Clan taps into omnipresent supreme talents—so what do the Starry Humans have?
"Hmph."
The Ancient Emperor of the Cosmos seemed to recall something, a profound smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. His authoritative red eyes glanced at his personal communicator... Ding dong, ding dong, warning messages from the Yarlowe Star‑King, still unread. The Ancient Emperor had long grown accustomed to the Star‑King’s intermittent fury, and thus never sought his advice on Light Clan matters.
Those lost in hatred are bound to be irrational.
Thus—
The Ancient Emperor silenced the communicator’s alert, glanced at it carelessly, and felt a pang of pity for the Yarlowe Star‑King.
"What a pity."
He closed his red eyes, lay atop the new star river, and took a brief rest.
"So be it."
"The Cosmic Ancient Kingdom cannot endure too much turmoil."
Thinking this, the Ancient Emperor picked up his communicator again and clicked on the warning message sent by the Yarlowe Star‑King.
What does it matter if there have been billions of mistakes?
It’s not the millions of failures that matter, but the one unexpected disaster. The Ancient Emperor looked over the Star‑King’s analysis report: "Surprisingly detailed—this time... he’s not wrong!"
Shua!
The Ancient Emperor abruptly stood up, his expression changing dramatically!