The Solar System bathed in searing brilliance.
As if burning with a cold, indifferent will.
At that moment, Argo—the Light Clan being—charged forward, heedless of all else.
Swish!
As a spirit of light, Argo knew exactly what to do: "Priorities matter—killing the Primeval is paramount!"
"Portable Sub‑Space Warp Cannon!"
Andrew Han retreated thirty thousand meters in one smooth motion, his face expressionless, and flicked out an ornate, milky‑white longbow.
Ready!
Charge!
Super‑overload complete!
Manufactured under the supervision of the Archaic Hall, the Portable Sub‑Space Warp Cannon issued to Primeval Geniuses boasts an energy‑rate cap of 326 percent—a last‑resort emergency measure for true life‑and‑death crises. It is the ultimate trump card, only to be activated in the direst circumstances.
"Light Clan."
"You will never kill a Human Primeval within our territory." Andrew's gaze was calm as he drew back the milky‑white, exquisitely crafted longbow, as if bearing the terrifying weight of a life planet.
At full energy rate, a single shot could annihilate even a Void Rift peak expert.
As for the highest energy rate, triggered only in mortal crisis—
It could potentially kill an ordinary Cosmos Union‑tier lifeform in one blast!
"Lock on!"
"Aim!"
Andrew's thoughts raced at lightning speed, almost frenzied, his black‑and‑white eyes bloodshot with strain.
A single mistake—
Here, he would surely die.
No matter how bright the distant stars, no matter how fragile the blue Earth behind him, Andrew Han was given no time to think.
Especially since the super‑overload could only be triggered once. Each additional one percent of energy‑rate cap stacked a further four percent increase onto the original destructive power.
In short—
A 326 percent energy‑rate cap meant more than seven thousand times explosive force.
"Fire!!"
Andrew released the longbow, and a sub‑space distortion wave pierced the cosmic starfield—a miracle born of decay!
Bang!
Argo, the Light Clan being, was temporarily blasted back.
"You're courting death!"
Flung aside, Argo shrieked in rage: "I'll tear you apart!"
That jagged, bizarre light wheel erupted with strangely colored screaming sparks—it was truly wounded.
"Only lightly wounded..."
Andrew's expression changed, his gaze catching the blazing star: "This Light Clan being's power is beyond imagination. And that stellar core eruption—what kind of life is that?"
The struggles of the Demon‑and‑Specter Era forged his Primeval pride and confidence, giving him the composure to face even the collapse of the heavens.
His trials in the Spark‑Heritage Zone and Primeval Training instilled an unyielding Primeval will.
Belief, faith, longing—all converged into an unfathomable survival force.
Even gravely wounded, skin ruptured, facing an unexpected life‑and‑death crisis, Andrew maintained the Primeval genius's cool mindset—meaningless panic would only hasten death.
Besides—
Until the very last moment, who could truly judge life and death?
"This is fated!"
"Andrew Han, Human Primeval—you are doomed to die today!"
Argo roared, leaping, murderous intent flooding as it lunged at Andrew Han.
Yet—
The star split open completely.
Andrew hadn't even drawn out his Red‑Seed True Rift Guiding Device.
It was as if thunder pierced his mind, as if a shock hammered the depths of his soul—the subconscious conclusion Andrew reached was almost unbelievable.
"The star... the Solar System... a will enveloping the Eight Desolations..."
"This is the power of the Sealed Celestial Path!" Andrew's eyes nearly bulged out. "How could Master possibly—!?"
There are no coincidences, no effortless ascents—every result has its cause.
Up to now, not even a single Starlight‑tier lifeform has ever emerged on Earth—clear proof that the cosmic starfield does not revolve around this planet. How could an ordinary life planet produce a Primeval, and at the same time nurture a ferocious Sealed Celestial Path cultivator?