"Wait, don't choose yet!"
A majestic voice, mingled with vast energy, resounded across billions of meters, carrying a shockwave like a mighty tsunami crashing in.
At this moment, Andrew Han was standing at the entrance of the Primeval Gate, flanked by the Flame-Heritage Mountains, preparing to choose a Starry Wonder as his daily cultivation ground. Suddenly, this voice erupted, interrupting his thoughts and halting his selection.
The timing was too perfect, and far too abrupt.
Who?
Who is it?
Andrew Han couldn't help but turn his head and look over.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Lost in thought, he gazed into the distance, unable to make out who the newcomer was.
All he could see was a crimson light veiling the void, drawing nearer like a meteor chasing the moon... In a flash, his thoughts raced; Andrew Han froze for a moment, then suddenly realized who it must be: the blood-haired youth he met while comprehending the Nether-Fame Stele, the one acquainted with Howard Gu.
"Well, I'm not in a hurry anyway."
"Then I'll wait." Andrew Han glanced at the Starry Wonder list projected by the Spark-Heritage Core AI. The scenery was dazzling, mysterious, and fantastical, sparking both awe and curiosity. "Why did he stop me from choosing, and ask me to wait? Is there some hidden rule or taboo about selecting a Starry Wonder?"
Beside him.
Steward Victor Wu was already visibly moved, his expression changed.
"Stellar Palace peak." A trace of solemnity flashed in Victor Wu's eyes. "A Primeval-tier Genius at Stellar Palace peak can rival Void Rift peak, and may even surpass it. Although I, Victor Wu, serve as steward and am a rather formidable Void Rift peak cultivator, against this Primeval Highness, I would likely lose more than win."
Primeval-tier—an entire great realm above.
But as cultivation evolves, the higher one's life tier, the greater the gap between realms. Beyond this, at Cosmos Union or Cosmic Eternal Realm, even the Primeval tier cannot leap a whole realm.
Boom!
The crimson light arrived!
Andrew Han's gaze sharpened, while Victor Wu removed his hat in salute. It was indeed that blood-haired youth with delicate features. He wore a seven-colored kasaya, his clear face almost sculpted, resembling the legendary nine-lives holy monk of ancient Huaguo.
He took a single step forward, and space itself seemed to twist.
His arrival seemed to split the vast heavens and earth, each step swirling with wind and thunder, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile.
In the very next instant—
Blake Bloodchart flashed from the edge of the void to stand before Andrew Han, smiling as he spoke: "I truly didn't expect you to ascend to the Primeval Gate so quickly."
"Not that quick, not that quick," Andrew Han replied.
No matter how fast, he couldn't admit it—this was a matter of masculine pride.
Blake Bloodchart was unaware of Andrew Han's thoughts, nor did he understand Huaguo customs. He simply tried his best to smile, though it came off a bit unnatural: "Haha, last time we met at the Nether-Fame Stele, I thought it would be a long wait, so I didn't introduce myself. Well, now's not too late either."
Andrew Han nodded, listening.