The figure manifested on the virtual screen resembled a cosmic deity high above the heavens—distant, unreachable, as if standing at the far end of the stars—yet at this moment, he descended into the mortal world. Andrew Han, at Void Rift Tier, radiated a vast and boundless aura that seemed to sweep across the barren planet, piercing through endless light-years.
"This..."
Steward Wu Yu bowed deeply, his face and eyes burning with fervor: "This is the Human Heaven-King!"
His reverence reached its absolute peak.
But Lucy Han paid it no mind.
"Really?"
Hearing her brother Andrew Han's invitation, she jumped up in excitement: "That's amazing!"
How could she not long to visit the Archaic Hall, to personally experience the Spark-Heritage Zone, and witness with her own eyes the gathering place of Humanity's highest and most endless geniuses?
But take the Chenriver Empire as an example: every generation, the most outstanding cultivation genius of Chenriver Palace must rely on luck to join the Spark-Heritage Zone. Without a recommendation from an ancient kingdom, there is absolutely no qualification to become a member of Spark-Heritage.
Throughout the years, only a handful of cultivation geniuses from Chenriver Palace have had the fortune to join the Spark-Heritage Zone.
Even if you do join...
You might spend your whole life stuck in the Reserve-tier Cultivation City...
"Well then."
Lucy Han's eyes glimmered faintly: "Which of the four Star-Gates can I enter, Brother?"
On the virtual screen, a ripple of emotion flashed; Andrew Han couldn't help but laugh, teasing, "Which Star-Gate do you want to enter?"
Standard, Primordial, Primeval, Eternal—these are the four great Star-Gates of the Spark-Heritage Zone.
"Eternal Gate, I suppose." Lucy Han stroked her smooth cheeks, pinched them twice, and sighed, "If not, at least the Primeval Gate would do."
Andrew Han shook his head: "At best, the Standard Gate. More likely, you'll start in the Reserve-tier Cultivation City."
"What?"
Lucy Han dragged out her voice in protest.
Dreams are beautiful, but reality is harsh—the gap is just too wide. "Is it really that hard to get into the Standard Gate?"
She didn't believe it.
She'd heard that when her brother first entered the Spark-Heritage Zone, he was placed directly into the Primordial Gate.
Steward Wu Yu's mouth twitched as he held his purple hat, silently speechless.
She'd picked the wrong comparison—wildly wrong. Now, Andrew Han is honored as the Human Heaven-King; across the endless stars, his talent is one of a kind, unmatched by any, at best only equaled.
Even within the Archaic Hall's Spark-Heritage Zone, Andrew Han's feats are legendary.
But still...
Wu Yu kept quiet—survival instinct is essential.
"Hmph."
Lucy Han pouted, "Brother, you have to think of something for me—even finding a back door would be fine!"
"You're not a child anymore." Andrew Han smiled kindly, but his tone brooked no argument: "Set out with Steward Wu Yu immediately. Once you've joined the Spark-Heritage Zone and finished all the procedures, I'll visit you when I have time."
Lucy Han nodded obediently. "Alright, fine."
"I'll do as you say."
She added another line.
The virtual image shifted, the screen flickered, and Andrew Han—on the far side of endless light-years—turned his head, seemingly speaking to someone or something unknown. After a long moment, he faced Lucy Han again, gazing deeply: "Little Lucy, set out as soon as you can. I have matters to attend to here."
Lucy Han raised her hand. "Brother, wait a moment."
"What is it?"
On the screen, Andrew Han frowned, his gaze sweeping over the twin girls beside Lucy Han; his black-and-white eyes grew cold: "I've already investigated the cause and effect. These two little ones are carrying Night-Tea Spiritwood, which can help a Cosmos Union Tier cultivator break through to the Return-to-Cosmos Tier... My dear sister, you need to be more careful. You've been deceived for so long, not only unaware, but still asking me for help?"
A faint voice came through.
Suddenly, the room fell silent. Lucy Han was stunned, her wide eyes round with shock.
"Is that for real?"
She was stunned, her mind blank, instinctively lowering her head to look.
It was just too unbelievable.
Besides, Andrew Han was far away in the Archaic Hall, in some immeasurably distant place—how could he possibly have found all this out?
"No need to investigate."
Andrew Han's lips curled into a faint smile: "Naturally, someone took the initiative to report it to me. At least in the Yarlowe Sector, no one would dare deceive me."
That's simply how things are.
He didn't need to investigate personally; the Yarlowe Sector's elites had already confessed everything, leaving nothing hidden.
"But, but..." Lucy Han was still dazed.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess.
In a normal story, she would be the champion of justice, fleeing across the stars with two little girls, escaping the pursuit of evil forces...
"You two."
Lucy Han looked down at the two girls, their bodies kneeling, unable to lift their heads; their small figures trembled pitifully.
For a moment, she stood frozen in place.
Maybe she was just being naive, only seeing the tip of the iceberg?
"Then what should I do?"
All around was silence. The sandstorm was approaching. Lucy Han looked at the virtual image on the screen, which hovered clearly in midair, entirely unaffected by the sandstorm: "So even sending them to the planet where our relatives live was a lie? Did the Star-Domain clans send death-soldiers just for that Night-Tea Spiritwood?"
"Don't ask anymore," Andrew Han said coolly. "What happens next has nothing to do with you. As for these two little ones, just leave them here and let fate take its course."
He had no patience for pity. The cosmos was inherently dark and cruel; even the Human Territory could not avoid these things, only offering a little more peace and stability.
Excessive mercy, excessive kindness—it would all be destroyed here in the end.
This is the cosmic starfield, not some make-believe group game.
"Brother..."
Lucy Han's eyes grew even wider.
Andrew Han's cold voice came through the virtual image: "They won't die."
Spark-Heritage Zone, Eternal Star Gate.
Boom.
Andrew Han stood up, ripples spreading around him, like a majestic mountain rising with a thunderous presence.
"Master Xu."
He looked toward Xu Yuanyi in the distance: "Everything is ready."
Eternal-Gate Famous Master Xu Yuanyi exhaled, walked over to Andrew Han, and studied him closely: "Your Tenacity Origin Talent is truly terrifying, and your soul-will realm has reached the fifth peak of the Void Rift Tier—invincible among your peers."
With that, he finished speaking.
He rubbed his hands together and shook his head: "But I still can't figure it out. Everything you have, the new-generation Eternal Kings of the Light Clan have as well. With just these, you probably can't defeat them."
Master Xu was unaware of the Fate Rebel matter.
Even Sealed-Celestial Martial Sovereign II, if not for apprenticing under Supreme Hengmie, likely wouldn't qualify to know.
Indeed.
For lifeforms who are both Eternal Kings, within the same realm, there is no way to distinguish victory or defeat, let alone life and death.
But with the identity of a Fate Rebel, it's as if the scales are tipped—a mountain is added to Andrew Han's side. Who is stronger or weaker will be clear in time. The power to modify Fate Traces can greatly boost strength for a short period.
"Graywhite Aura..." Andrew Han felt a surge of certainty in his heart. "Graywhite Aura is Fate Traces, able to temporarily alter the external environment, temporarily unleash one's potential, permanently increase one's realm, and more. Fate is the inevitable constant, but Fate Traces can selectively replace these fixed constants within a small scope."