Extermination of a race?
Emperor Zhen Gu was momentarily stunned, struggling to process what he had just heard.
Indeed, the current ruler of the Chenriver Empire found his mind blank, as if a tidal wave of shock had erupted from the starry sea, crashing violently into the depths of his soul.
Time and space seemed to freeze, his thoughts solidifying in place.
Andrew Han—a Composite Starlight-tier cultivator, whose Life-Gene path has produced five traits, and whose Starlight-tier Soul-Will possesses two thousand nine hundred and twenty-one Consciousness Nodes!
What does this mean?
Across the long ages, the highest number of Consciousness Nodes in the history of the Chenriver Empire was just over six hundred; even adding the records of the Tianyu Empire, no cultivator has ever reached a thousand Nodes!
Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-one!
Such a number is nothing short of world-shaking!
There is no chance of failing the assessment—Andrew Han is destined to be inscribed in the Star-Sky Human Genius Register!
“Genius!”
“Andrew Han has already become a true Genius!”
As a Void Rift-tier Emperor, Zhen Gu’s mouth twitched; he felt parched, his eyes nearly blinded, and the stern lines of his face were transformed by the gold-red starlight.
At this moment, in the central region of the Chenriver Empire and the starfields surrounding Beling Hub Star, countless gold-red glazed Consciousness Star-Maps embedded themselves in the dark void, adorning all things and all ages. They reflected Andrew Han’s murderous intent and revealed his savage fury.
In this life, for the sake of his dearest family, for the sake of his blue homeworld—Earth—
Andrew Han was willing to do whatever it took.
He would rather expose his Soul-Will foundation than lose his homeland.
“Emperor!”
“I want the Pink-Skin Humans... exterminated!”
Those gold-red eyes shone with unrivaled starlight. Andrew Han spoke each word with steely determination, his voice nearly shattering the starry sky.
Opposite side.
A virtual communication projection hovered in midair.
Hearing the voice thick with murderous intent, Emperor Zhen Gu swept his gaze across the star maps, finally meeting Andrew Han's gold-red eyes.
"Andrew." The Emperor was also stirred, but years of wisdom helped him quickly regain composure: "Don't think about how to deal with the Pink-Skin Humans yet... They're sending over a hundred Stellar Palace-tier, perhaps even Void Rift-tier experts, to Earth, likely aiming to destroy your homeworld. Right now, you have only two priorities!"
"First, defend your homeworld—Earth."
"Second, and most importantly, ensure your own safety!"
Hearing this, Andrew Han calmed down a little.
In terms of wisdom and strategy, Andrew Han knew he was far inferior to Emperor Zhen Gu—the supreme ruler of an entire starry kingdom, seasoned by countless years and changes.
Trust the professionals with professional matters!
Only by humbly seeking advice and admitting one's shortcomings can one be truly safe!
"Please, Emperor, teach me." Andrew Han bowed deeply: "I don't want to die, but even more, I don't want anything to happen to my homeworld!"
Hearing this, Emperor Zhen Gu smiled.
His heart trembled!
He hadn't felt this moved in a long time!
A noble genius destined to rise, sure to be inscribed in the Genius Register, now faces disaster and seeks help from afar—what more needs to be considered? Aid in a time of crisis is the greatest kindness; there can be no delay!
Moreover, helping Andrew Han will earn recognition from the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom.
Hahaha.
If not now, when?
Emperor Zhen Gu laughed upward, his silver imperial robe billowing as he tapped the void with his fingertip, seemingly altering the very foundation of interstellar communications.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!
The virtual interstellar communication projection rang out with twelve crisp sounds, drawing Andrew Han's gaze to it.
"What's this?"
Andrew Han's gold-red eyes flickered.
The virtual projection, originally only two rectangular communication screens, began to change, splitting and then reassembling into fourteen rhombus-shaped screens.
Two of them were Andrew Han and Emperor Zhen Gu.
The other twelve rhombus screens, their identities unknown.
Andrew Han was puzzled, wondering who the invitees on the other side of these rhombus screens were, when Emperor Zhen Gu spoke hurriedly.
"Andrew."
"The Pink-Skin Humans plan to slaughter Earth, so they'll have to kill you first."
Emperor Zhen Gu's voice was steady: "Listen, you cannot die... Let me be blunt: only if you survive will we spare no effort to act!"
As long as Andrew Han lives.
Only then will Void Rift-tier beings be willing to help, and the blue planet—Earth—will be safe.
If Andrew Han dies, that's the end of it. A dead noble genius is no longer noble; no one will block the now-mad Pink-Skin Humans for Andrew's sake.
"I shouldn't say this," the Emperor looked at Andrew Han, "but it's the truth. I can even tell you the identities of these contacts—Danielle Lingyu of the White-Horn Humans, Umo Kong of the White-Horn Humans, Gavin Fenglis of the Commonline Humans, Julian Nair of the Commonline Humans..."
He listed twelve Void Rift-tier names in one breath.
Emperor Zhen Gu stood up, golden pupils filled with certainty: "I've contacted twelve Void Rift-tier beings to act personally for you. There is no chance of failure."
These Void Rift-tier beings are closer to Earth.
Even those who are normally detached will act—because of Andrew Han's terrifying talent and the Emperor's request, no one will refuse.
But the premise for everything is that Andrew Han must not die!
Understand?