Mory Sector, Grand Epoch Sect Zone, and five interlinked stellar systems.
One of those stellar systems has fallen into a lightless, deathly silence. Suddenly, radiant flows burst forth—Quinn, the Ancient King of the Cosmos, descends in fury.
Blood-red eyes, blood-red battle armor—his presence stains the darkness and vacuum with crimson.
Rumble—
An endless sea of thunder descends, covering the entire stellar system, driving away the silent darkness, illuminating shattered stars, and dissolving every rampaging wave of destruction into nothingness.
Yet even so, even with the Ancient King’s arrival, the established reality cannot be changed.
All around, emptiness reigns.
This once-brilliant stellar system, home to countless stars and life planets, is now extinct. Even after billions of epochs, it will not recover—the cosmic bodies have collapsed, all sentient life erased in an instant. No amount of natural healing or the passage of time will ever restore it.
Looking out, it resembles ruins and broken walls.
Thunderlight shines everywhere, revealing fragments of shattered stars, lonely spatial fissures, and the blood-soaked figures of Path-Protector Lucas Young and Andrew Han. Quinn’s face is ashen to the extreme.
"You openly mock the weakness of my Cosmic Ancient Kingdom!"
"First the Light Clan’s Hu‑Gu Race, and now the Nether Clan and Starry Sky Fiends." With a single glance, Quinn grasps the situation: faint traces remain, proving that three Nether Clan beings destroyed evidence by self‑detonating, denying the Human Race any chance to strike back.
Everything requires evidence.
The Ten Thousand Races Convention, and even more so the clauses for life races—without evidence, nothing can move forward.
Among the myriad cosmic races, especially disputes between the Four Supreme Races, clear, verifiable proof is mandatory. These lingering traces do not count—audio, video, and auras can all be altered or imitated, and are not admissible as evidence.
If the Human Race were to pursue this alone, it would only invite humiliation. The Nether Clan would deny everything, and the second‑rate life races would side with them—they do not want any Supreme Race to become too dominant.
The Shenro Clan, Human Race, Nether Clan, and Light Clan—only when these four races balance each other is there true stability.
Therefore...
Quinn takes a deep breath...
Space trembles, star fragments shake. Quinn glances at the badly wounded Lucas Young, then steps across the dead stellar system in a single stride to stand beside Andrew Han, the Heaven-King at the Cosmos Union Realm.