Moments later, everyone disembarked from the warp craft, floating in the starry sky, standing directly before the three colossal characters of 'Chenriver Palace.'
The three grand characters of 'Chenriver Palace,' woven from white nebular filaments, were awe-inspiring and unreachable, radiating a majestic authority that seemed to overlook all beings—a scene that rendered the crowd silent.
"Human power can influence the motion of a nebula?"
Andrew Han clicked his tongue in amazement, observing his surroundings.
Beside him, the White-Horn Humans—including Dan Booth—all stared coldly at the nearby Pink-Skin Humans, neither side willing to concede.
This journey to Chenriver Palace was accompanied by elders.
But here, no external Stellar Palace-tier elders were allowed near; all such elders waited outside the nebula.
"You think you have what it takes to join Chenriver Palace?"
Dan Booth laughed loudly, his expression turning scornful.
Using the Grand Feast as the dividing line, Chenriver Palace counts every ten epochs as a generation—this is the final batch of the current generation.
Because it's the last batch, the entrance trial is guaranteed to be arduous.
And among the Pink-Skin Humans, their top cultivation talents have only reached Third-Order Constant Light—few are likely to pass the entrance test.
"Heh." A short-haired Pink-Skin girl stepped forward, her expression cold and proud: "Sen has crushed your White-Horn Clan for years. Do you, Dan Booth, have any right to mock us?"
Dan Booth shook his head. "Sen is Sen, you are yourselves—why confuse the two?"
Each generation at Chenriver Palace lasts ten epochs.
This means cultivation geniuses join Chenriver Palace in batches... Those born later, with fewer years of training, are at a disadvantage—after all, absolute fairness does not exist in this world.
"Heh." The short-haired Pink-Skin girl chuckled twice, glancing at Dan Booth, her sharp gaze sweeping over all the White-Horn Humans present.
Though separated by ten thousand meters and drifting white filaments, nothing could block a Starlight-tier gaze.
After surveying each White-Horn Human, the cold-faced girl fixed her gaze on Andrew Han: "You must be the one from the rumors—the Andrew Han who defeated Dan Booth with a single palm? I am Cheryl Chen. Allow me to advise you: it's best not to get involved in the matters between us and the White-Horn Clan."
Andrew Han kept his eyes closed, resting, ignoring all of this.
His journey lay in the starry sea; the power struggles of the Chenriver Empire had nothing to do with him.
Cheryl Chen shook her head, her voice crisp as diamond striking stone: "This entrance test will be arduous. There's no need to argue here—let's see who passes first, and which side has more successful candidates."
No problem.
Dan Booth replied leisurely.
He was a Fourth-Order Cosmic Light cultivator, confident he could suppress these Pink-Skin Humans.
Correspondingly, the Pink-Skin Humans were also communicating telepathically.
Hmph.
Cheryl Chen, who had just spoken, glanced at the many White-Horn Humans: "Only Dan Booth and Andrew Han are worth our attention."
Dan Booth's reputation was widespread and well-deserved; Cheryl Chen did not dare underestimate him.
As for the recently emerged Starlight-tier aboriginal Andrew Han, Cheryl Chen was somewhat skeptical, having once questioned the authenticity of his defeat of Dan Booth in a single strike.
Rumors are often inaccurate, and exaggeration is only natural.
Moreover, the White-Horn Clan was anxious to recover its standing in Chenriver Palace and might even resort to fabricating rumors.
Of course.
But that possibility is small.
After thinking it over, Cheryl Chen grew serious: "We must not underestimate Andrew Han. Once we pass the entrance test, report to Sen immediately... Compared to the Grand Feast, the position of Chenriver Empire's ruler is equally important—its significance is no less."
On the surface, this was a contest between cultivation geniuses, each representing the future of the Pink-Skin and White-Horn Humans.
But in reality, it was a competition for the throne of the Chenriver Empire!
Many Pink-Skin cultivation geniuses gathered around Cheryl Chen, responding in agreement.
That's right, we can't lose to the White-Horn Clan.
If they become the empire's ruler, they'll certainly enact policies unfavorable to our Pink-Skin Humans.