Clang!
A blade-song, faint yet present, cleaved through time and space!
Space, time, even the spiritual world and objective matter—all lost their original meaning. The transcendent blade-song, reigning above everything, gave birth to a colorless blade light. Wherever it passed, the Shallow‑Red Void was left with an eternal scar, a mark that would never fade, remaining for all lifetimes to come.
Countless words and images became pale and powerless.
Ultimate truth, the creation of infinity, an indescribable greatness.
"Andrew Han of the Human Race."
The blade-song, like the clash of metal and stone, seemed to whisper.
No living being could hear it, no medium could transmit it; it was as if absolute nothingness.
"Andrew Han of the Human Race..." "Andrew Han of the Human Race..." "Andrew Han of the Human Race..."
The whispered blade-song reverberated on another plane—a mysterious, unknown world, a sublime and wondrous dimension.
From the very center of the Archaic Hall came a perfect blade light.
From an immeasurable height, a pair of ancient eyes gazed at Andrew Han. Their light could not be discerned, only the depth and calm that embraced all the worlds.
"May the Human Race be eternal."
"Go."
The ancient eyes opened and then closed.
The blade-song erupted in a thunderous explosion, then faded away.
Only that single blade light split the void, piercing through all things. Though not sharp, nothing could obstruct it; even the passage of time was gently parted. It held infinite power, blessed by the highest authority, and in an instant descended before Andrew Han, swirling around him nine full times.
Immediately after.
The mysterious blade light transformed into a mark.
It was as if a pattern from the void flickered with a halo of light.
Countless decayed wonders converged in one place, transforming into the miraculous.
Like a symbol, like an inlay, like a seal, it fit perfectly onto the back of Andrew Han's neck, manifesting as a delicate blade edge.
"What do you all think?"
"This is excellent. For you to personally bestow your blessing is a fortune for generations to come... The Invisible War begins from this very moment."
Clang!
The blade-river trembled, the hall remained calm, and the mark of the descending blade light was stored upon Andrew Han's skin.
Countless phenomena, imperceptible yet real, vanished in an instant. Infinite power compressed to its utmost, converging and gathering, left a stable mark on Andrew Han's body—yet neither Andrew nor Master Xu knew anything of it.
But the Spark‑Heritage Zone saw it.
The Ultimate Core manifested a face and features, floating within the Gate of the Void. It could not leave; it would remain inside the gate for all eternity, overseeing the four Star Gates. It was the Spark‑Heritage Zone itself.
Through the silver-white giant gate, the face of the Spark‑Heritage Zone gazed silently at Andrew Han.