Across the boundless starry sky, at the very center of the ancient kingdom, a newly sculpted, resplendent star‑river stretches nearly twenty thousand light‑years.
This incredible, awe‑inspiring spectacle confirms the utter silence of all things in this moment, as if the heavens and cosmos themselves are about to cycle into extinction and vanish forever. Even the newly shaped star‑river stands still, and in that hush, the deep red eyes of the Ancient King of the Cosmos blaze with killing intent.
BOOM!!
A vast and solemn tremor resounds.
In the depths, time twists to its utmost limit, space fractures inch by inch, and not a trace of starlight remains. Only the dignified figure shrouded in deep red slowly rises.
It is the Ancient King of the Cosmos.
At this moment, he feels a vague sense of relief—if not for his usual habit of meticulous vigilance, he might have missed the warning sent by the Yarlowe Star‑King.
"Mm."
His thin face radiates killing intent as he carefully examines the warning from the Yarlowe Star‑King: "Cross‑checking the data from a classic Light Clan Incident involving the Seven Ancient Kingdoms with this Starry Sky Catastrophe yields a final conclusion—"
"It is the Light Clan!"
"And it's the very same Light Clan that took part in the Light Clan Incident back then!"
Again and again, he confirms, analyzes, and compares.
The Ancient King's mind operates with terrifying speed; in the blink of an eye, he grasps everything. There is no longer any doubt.
The Light Clan of the Starry Sky!
A Light Clan operative has infiltrated this territory!
Charged with a noble mission, the monarch at the head of the royal family—the Ancient King—should have been above showing emotion. But in this moment, he cannot maintain his composure; flames of uncontrollable fury ignite: "You court death! You must die!"
With the Light Clan Incident behind them...
With the Cosmos now in decline...
New and old hatreds intertwine. Humanity and the Light Clan are locked in a cold war, forcing the Ancient King to open his red eyes wide.
"He is not wrong."
The Ancient King stands, gazing at the flickering phantom projection. His red eyes roar like an angry ocean; though his face seems expressionless, his fists slowly clench, shattering the surrounding space.
Buzz, buzz—the floating phantom screen before his eyes trembles violently.
Even the intelligent core, endowed with emotion and wisdom, shrinks back in terror, shivering as its computational modules crash on the spot.
'Cosmos above.'
'How long has it been since Master last lost his temper?'
The intelligent core, having served the Ancient King for years, is deeply unsettled.
The answer to this question spans hundreds of millions of years; the nearly frozen intelligent core cannot calculate it at all.
The Ancient King's fury continues to burn.
"It's far too similar."
"There are no such coincidences in this world." The Ancient King stares at the communicator's phantom, his killing intent sharp. "You dare take advantage of the Cosmos in decline? No matter what you damned Light Clan creatures intend, don't dream of leaving Cosmos territory unscathed!"
Killing intent coils around the star river, surging skyward.
The aftershocks of the Ancient King's fury awaken countless mighty beings.
It must be known: the Yarlowe Star‑King holds a special status because he is the sole surviving heir of the previous generation of the Cosmos royal house. Though only fifth in line to inherit, his existence is invaluable, symbolizing that the original flame of the Cosmos endures.
And as for the Ancient King—
He is the supreme ruler of Humanity's ancient cosmic kingdom!
The monarch of the ancient kingdom, whose lifespan is boundless, stands as an equal to the towering powers of the Hall‑divided domains!
Simply put, the Ancient King—ruler of the Spark‑Heritage Zone and its four Star‑Gates—stands shoulder to shoulder with them. What's more, as a key leader of Humanity, he can meet the Supreme face to face!
Even the Supreme must show respect.
"What is wrong with our king?"
One by one, ancient, endless beings awaken from their slumber.
At the same time, the Ancient King lets out a quiet hum, realizing his loss of composure. He narrows his eyes and turns to the floating phantom screen before him...
"Issue the order!"
His voice is deep and solemn.
The phantom screen begins to flicker and shift—at a rapid pace.
Clear, traceable waves are instantly transmitted across the territory; each unique pulse carries the Ancient King's personal decree. These messages, like thunder erupting from a clear sky, ignite fury and killing intent, illuminating every corner of the Cosmos Ancient Kingdom.
"Order Yarlowe: effective immediately—"
"Yarlowe Sector will unconditionally enter Third‑Level Alert."
"Order all sector guardians to mobilize at once and reinforce the Yarlowe Star‑King at top speed."
"All cosmic eternal‑realm and above beings currently in the Yarlowe Sector are to stand by for orders and seal the sector's borders."
"All subordinate empires of Yarlowe are to temporarily close their stellar system border defenses and report in real time... In addition, the Yarlowe Law‑Enforcement Pavilion Branch, Yarlowe Human Development Bank Branch, and other apex institutions are requested to assist: As of now, there are twenty‑three Hall‑Registered Geniuses in the Yarlowe Sector, twenty‑two Standard‑tier Geniuses, and only one Primeval‑tier Genius. Priority must be given to assisting Primeval Andrew Han in evacuating Yarlowe Sector!"