Outside the Trial Tower, at the center of the Primordial Starry Sky.
This is a vast, empty shallow-red void. Numerous Primordial-Gate Famous Masters gather around the Human powerhouse, while all the Primordial Geniuses remain within this powerhouse's private space.
"Everyone, don't worry. I'm imprinting the void projection now." The plain-clothed youth with three-thousand-foot white hair glanced at the Primordial-Gate Famous Masters, his expression gentle, without a trace of arrogance despite his strength.
The Primordial-Gate Famous Masters looked at the youth eagerly. Hearing his words, they hurried to respond.
"We're not in a rush, not at all."
"We should be thanking you. For you to spare your precious time amid your busy schedule, personally arriving and hosting this Primordial Contest, is truly an honor for our Primordial Gate."
"Lord Wu, Lord Wu, there isn't any fatal danger in the Trial Tower, right? Please, please, make sure no one dies!"
The Famous Masters all responded in turn. Originally, they were to host the Primordial Contest, but as its impact grew, it alarmed the Human high command, and the Spark-Heritage Zone’s intelligent core listed the contest as a high-priority event, even sending out reminder emails. All these factors led to the current situation.
Because of this—
The youth with three-thousand-foot white hair had come by invitation!
"Everyone, there's no need to worry."
This Human powerhouse with three-thousand-foot white hair was Wade Wu II. He wore a gentle smile, his deep gaze seeming to settle on each Famous Master present: "For this contest, I have personally remodeled the Trial Tower. Absolutely no accidents will happen."
Even if an accident does occur, I can always call on my Master.
Wade Wu II mused silently: Speaking of which, my Master's Reincarnation Laws have grown ever more terrifying—he may one day break the Eternal shackles of the Sealed Celestial Path.
Thinking this, Wade Wu II glanced again at the worried Famous Masters, respect flickering in his eyes.
He recalled the old days, before he became a true powerhouse, living as a Starlight-tier and Stellar Palace-tier cultivator in the Primordial Gate. The Primordial Gate was almost like half a hometown to Wade Wu II, often stirring up feelings of longing and nostalgia. Although he later advanced to the higher Taichu (Primeval) Gate, by then he was already Void Rift-tier and didn't feel the same attachment to it.
The next moment—boom!
Wade Wu II spread his arms wide; ten thousand rays of light soared up through the shallow-red void, reaching straight to the top of the Primordial Gate!
"The Trial Tower is under my control."
"All scenes will be transmitted to the Spark-Heritage Zone's intelligent core. As for individual data and rankings, leave those to the intelligent core to process."
This was Wade Wu II’s plan.
All three other star-gates and the Reserve-tier Cultivation City watched the Primordial Contest closely. Even true powerhouses kept their eyes on the unfolding battle.
So the scenes had to be projected in real time, transmitted across the void.
He had to control the entire situation—no mistakes were allowed.
Whenever a Primordial Genius faced death, Wade Wu II would personally intervene to rescue them. For the other life races inside the Trial Tower, killing a Primordial Genius was as impossible as turning a mighty star into a glass marble.
...
No one had expected the Primordial Contest to reach such a fevered pitch.
An endless slaughter!
A spectacle beyond compare!
Now, as the Primordial Contest unfolded, countless people waited with bated breath. Yet Wade Wu II’s late arrival meant the void projection was delayed, and many began to complain.
“Why hasn’t the void projection appeared yet?”
“Exactly! We’ve waited so long—over half an hour past the scheduled time. The Spark-Heritage Zone promised void scenes, but there’s still not a trace.”
“Strange. It shouldn’t be like this. Did something go wrong?”
“You’re overthinking it. The Spark-Heritage Zone’s intelligent core is far above any ultimate intelligence—how could there be an accident? It’s probably just last-minute adjustments for the huge number of contestants. Let’s be patient and wait.”
Debate raged on; anticipation surged like a boiling ocean, wave after wave. Tens of thousands waited, their voices weaving a thousand kinds of speculation—endless, unstoppable.
Waiting always feels endless.
Even after half an hour’s delay, the people of the Standard Gate and Reserve-tier Cultivation City kept their eyes fixed on the shallow-red starry sky. Unfortunately, most from the Primeval Gate and Eternal Gate had withdrawn their attention—their time was too precious, and they focused on cultivation.
Just as the crowd’s anticipation reached its peak...
Just as the scene boiled over with excitement...
Pop!