Within the territory of the Star-Sky Humans, at the core valley of the subordinate Awakened Beasts Race, a colossal black statue—nearly a million meters tall—rises with its rectangular head held high, shrouding the star-mist sky above. At this moment, Andrew Han, clad in his green robe, stands quietly beside the statue’s base, immersed in the baptism of Mystery-Light, his entire being focused on profound contemplation.
He neither knows nor wishes to know what is happening outside.
For his Void Rift-tier soul is roaring—thundering violently.
"What is this...?"
Andrew only feels his heart and mind trembling.
Indescribable emotion, ineffable insight—contained within the Mystery-Light housed in the ancient statue built by the Awakened Beasts to honor their Supreme ancestor. This light washes over his soul, unexpectedly triggering abnormal changes in his Void Rift-tier soul true-form.
Everyone knows this.
A Stellar Palace-tier soul forges the Origin Mystic Palace—the central hub where all energies are stored and transformed.
But a Void Rift-tier soul reveals its true form, much like tracing back to the source through a journey of ascension and evolution. After a series of self-refinements, it seeks the hidden wellspring of power. The so-called soul true-form is the comprehensive aggregation of all a being’s traits.
"What’s happening?"
Carefully sensing, with consciousness roaring, Andrew knows deep down that this is the agitation of his soul true-form—roaring, murmuring, as if trying to communicate something, yet so obscure and confusing it leaves him lost.
How strange...
It feels oddly familiar, like a swallow returning home...
"Mm."
"My subconscious, my soul true-form—my Tenacity-type Origin Talent, which belongs entirely to me—what is it trying to tell me?" Andrew’s body and mind freeze, unable to move, his eyes wide as if a lone boat suddenly cast into a raging sea.
Waves surge, tsunamis crash—a blankness sweeps across his mind.
Only his unparalleled Tenacity Origin Talent roars with unyielding ferocity.
At this very moment—
The outside world is utterly silent.
Within the ancient statue that holds the Supreme Awakened Beast’s remains—towering a million meters high—its gaze, like a curtain hanging from the heavens, faces the cultivation sanctuary as if eternally watching all beings and the starry cosmos. Time trickles by; at its base, the detached Mystery-Light swirls around Andrew.