How powerful is a Void Rift–tier Primeval at its peak? Their strength is legendary—Argo, the Cosmic Eternal, once watched Andrew Han kill such a Primeval with a single slap. The very sight shattered all previous notions of cosmic power.
Its combat strength transcends the limits of its realm, rivalling even the Third or Fourth Stage of the Cosmos Union Tier—a level considered the utmost talent across the universe.
Across the sea of stars, Primevals stand at the forefront.
Among all the myriad strange lifeforms, none possess the unfathomable mystery of the Primevals. Yet today, beneath the broken Light Sky, Andrew Han faces not just Primevals but two Light Clan Heaven-Kings—Asheron Arshen and Kedoran—in a duel that will reshape cosmic history.
If cultivation data could be statistically measured, the average evolutionary realm of Primevals would be four or five major tiers higher than ordinary lifeforms, and above most higher-level life categories.
Moreover—
In terms of aptitude, enlightenment, strength, and future prospects, Primevals are the symbol of excellence. In third-rate races like the Quibeasts, the number of Void Rift Primevals never exceeds a hundred—always just double digits.
Second-rate races are somewhat stronger, but still limited; five hundred Void Rift Primevals is a distant, lifelong goal for most second-rate life races.
Yet—
At this very moment, in this very scene, five hundred Primevals of the Arshen Tribe are fleeing for their lives—hunted by a towering, majestic figure: the Human Heaven-King, Andrew Han!
Even if branded as 'new-generation,' the Eternal King remains a flawless, all-encompassing higher lifeform. Before Heaven-King Andrew Han, the so-called noble Primevals—once the pride of the Arshen Tribe—are reduced to mere cosmic dust. Watching this, Argo, the Cosmic Eternal and mastermind behind the Solar System's destruction, feels his heart fracture with regret and awe.
Boom! The battlefield trembles as Argo recalls the day he led the Light Clan in annihilating the Solar System—an act that seeded Andrew Han's deepest hatred. Now, every strike that Andrew delivers is a personal reckoning, echoing across the cosmos.
Blood-soaked fists explode Primeval light-bodies one after another!
The number of Primevals is rapidly dwindling—already well below five hundred. The Arshen Tribe remains silent.
"Eighty-three noble Primevals have fallen in battle." Argo's voice is heavy, each word dripping with regret. Once, Andrew Han stood at a lower realm—now, he slaughters Primevals as if swatting dust, and Argo can only watch, powerless.
"Eighty-five..."
"Eighty-six..."
The entire Arshen Tribe, together with countless Light Clan beings, is plunged into a silence so deep it feels like death. Above, a Supreme observes the massacre, coldly declaring that killing Andrew Han would be worth any cost—even the lives of hundreds of Primevals. The stakes are now cosmic.
It is silence stretched to its breaking point, every mind and will taut as a bowstring—until, suddenly, the tortured screams of dying Primevals rip through the air. Their shrieks and pleas for mercy scatter like shards of light, filling the ears of every light-spirit and drowning out all other sounds. To the Supremes, Primevals are expendable; but to the universe, the rise of Andrew Han, a new-generation Eternal King, is a cosmic upheaval.
A buzzing fills the air—a cosmic hum as the universe itself weighs the worth of Primevals against the emergence of an Eternal King. In this war, context is everything; neither side can be measured by simple numbers alone.
No sound can be heard at all. From afar, Argo watches as Andrew Han delivers a single, crystalline slap—instantly obliterating a Void Rift–tier Light Clan Primeval, leaving no chance to resist. The scene is so abrupt, so absolute, that even cosmic elders are stunned into silence.
It’s as if thousands upon thousands of drums and gongs suddenly fill the deepest recesses of every soul. Clarity vanishes; chaos reigns. The eighty-eighth noble Primeval dies on the spot, and the death toll mounts ever higher.
Nothing can replace the life of a Primeval. Yet Andrew Han, the Human Heaven-King, kills with a single slap—his ferocity unmatched, his momentum unstoppable.
No words can capture the agony of their hearts. Andrew Han steps forward, his white hair stained with blood, to battle not only hundreds of Primevals but two Light Clan Heaven-Kings—Asheron Arshen and Kedoran. The battlefield is a canvas of despair and awe.
"Why?" Argo whispers, bewildered and despairing. The question hangs over the battlefield, unanswered, echoing in the hearts of all who witness Andrew Han's relentless rampage.
"Why is Andrew Han so strong?" Argo murmurs, disbelief mingling with dread. Even the full might of their Supreme Beings cannot resurrect a fallen Primeval.
Most crucial of all, the one who slew the Primeval is a Heaven-King. In cosmic rank, regardless of realm or cultivation, a Heaven-King stands equal to another Heaven-King—making it even harder for a Supreme to intervene. Argo feels the gaze of his kin, the elders of the Arshen Tribe, watching him from the higher Light Skies, their judgment heavy as the cosmos itself.
Therefore—Argo senses the weight of countless eyes, the pressure of expectation crushing him. His pupils tremble, torn by the immense psychological burden of witnessing his tribe's downfall.
Once the Primevals of the Arshen Tribe fall in battle, there is simply no hope of revival. Argo, wise and ancient, knows this truth too well—his experience tells him that even cosmic wisdom cannot reverse such a loss.
"Ah!" Argo exclaims, finally understanding the anger of his kin. He sees the pain and fury reflected in their eyes, and in that moment, his own soul fractures under the weight of cosmic consequence.
Argo, the Cosmic Eternal of the Arshen Tribe, is on the verge of collapse.
The true mastermind behind the destruction of the Solar System, the very source of Andrew Han’s deepest regret and hatred—Argo now truly understands what it means to suffer a fate worse than death.
So many noble Primevals have died because of Argo alone—an inescapable responsibility.
"Damn it."
"Just a single Human." Argo stares hatefully at Andrew Han, who is slaughtering all around him, unstoppable. In those venomous eyes flickers a trace of regret, almost imperceptible: "If only I hadn’t gone to the Solar System that year, or if, upon arriving, I’d faced Andrew Han when he was just a Stellar Palace Primeval..."
If time could be reversed, if there were a cure for regret, Argo would give anything to kill Andrew Han!
Even if it meant descending in person!
Even if, after killing Andrew Han, he would never escape the Human borderlands!
"I hate—so much hate, so much regret."
"I hate that I didn’t kill you back then."