This planetary system is dazzlingly beautiful. Here, the concentration of cosmic particles is higher, making it brighter and warmer—a superb cultivation region, a treasured training ground over which countless sects fight.
At this moment.
A mysterious, unknown vessel suddenly descends, and from within, a boundless giant hand reaches out to envelop Finch Huang.
This is...
Finch Huang, soaring freely, suddenly freezes in midair. Her relaxed, contented mood turns to shock and dread. Looking back, she sees only darkness. The giant hand, covered in black, ghostly light-patterns, spreads across billions of kilometers in a blink, reaching for her as if snatching an object from a pouch.
Finch Huang is only Starlight Tier—Third-Order Constant Light.
Facing such a capture, let alone escaping, even recognizing the giant hand’s form or tracking its movement would be extremely difficult.
In a flash, Finch Huang’s heart fills with deep worry: “I’m only Starlight Tier. They must be after my Master. I hope Master leaves quickly...”
Worry sweeps through her heart; in an instant, endless black light arrives before her eyes.
She involuntarily feels fear, trapped in this starry sky. A chill penetrates her mind and body—her hands, face, and small body all grow cold. She understands deeply that this is irresistible power, unable to gauge her opponent’s realm or level.
Darkness. She sees endless, boundless darkness.
Silence. She hears nothing at all.
In a split second, time itself seems to slow, the scene nearly freezes, space twists inch by inch—and then the cosmic space collapses!
Crack!
As if billions of crystal diamonds exploded at this moment.
Lightning splits the heavens, a majestic seal punches through the black giant hand, just like an unparalleled, brilliant star leaping out of the sea.
Crack! Crack!
It is Andrew Han, expressionless, striking in midair with a single punch that shatters all the black light.
Master!
Finch Huang’s eyes light up, immediately revealing her anxiety.
She sees with her own eyes—Andrew Han’s white hair floating, the gold-red Soul Crystal-Diamond imprinted at his brow radiating endless mystery. He stands like the sovereign at the center of the star-sea, so striking, so towering and unfathomable. Eternal light spreads around him, stabilizing cosmic space and manifesting a soul vortex ring that ripples outward.
Thunderous waves roar and spread without end.
The impact stirs up countless waves, like a comet striking a life planet’s surface. Andrew Han shields Finch Huang behind him, his gaze cold and fierce, ripples surging around him.
Beside them.
Finch Huang stands stunned, shaken to her core, secretly praying for Master Andrew Han to leave quickly, lest she drag him down to face an unstoppable foe. But reality proves she’s overthinking.
Andrew Han doesn’t care at all.
Hmph.
He half-turns, spreading his five fingers: “Just three Cosmos Union cultivators.”
With a single slap! The starry sky changes color, the stars lose their light, gold and red radiance fills the world! His palm pushes through time and space as though spanning eternity, making the entire planetary system tremble—everything submits before him. The crystalline palm overturns the vessel, and at the moment of contact, its shields and hull shatter into dust.
All smashed! All blown apart! Just one slap!
“Please, calm your anger.”
A voice had just sounded from inside the vessel when the entire Subspace Flyer began to roll. Its once-impenetrable hull scattered like burnt ashes, drifting away—dust to dust. Broken light-conduit wires were left exposed.
The vessel spun hundreds of times in midair.
Along the path, shattered parts remained. The once luxurious, noble vessel was now battered and broken, riddled with holes—its former swagger completely gone.
Get lost!
Andrew Han barks coldly, his white hair floating without wind, the Soul Crystal-Diamond smoothing away the lingering desolation.
Whoa!
Finch Huang cries out, her dark eyes wide.
She had never witnessed Master Andrew Han’s furious might up close—it could shatter the world itself. The vacuum twisted and distorted wherever his palm struck, cosmic dust vanished, as if a bridge to the far shore pierced the star-sea!
Finch Huang was a little frightened: “Th-this—Master is so fierce.”
They were genuine Cosmos Union cultivators, yet now, faced with a Soul-Will cultivator radiating gold-red power, they seemed pitifully weak. His soul might was vast as the sea; even as Cosmos Union Tiers, they felt insignificant—almost negligible.
This...
The three fell silent: "He still looks like Void Rift Tier—maybe he’s just advancing to Cosmos Union?"
Meanwhile, inside the vessel, angry roars and screams echoed. Some raged in indignation, others howled in hysteria. A crowd of Void Rift and Stellar Palace Tiers tried to rush out, demanding that the three elders make Andrew Han pay.
Anyone who could deliver that last strike must be Cosmos Union Tier.
They knew their place, refraining from shouting or cursing—instead, they first appealed to the three Cosmos Union elders.
Three Elders.
We came with Highcrest Sect’s authorization, formally approved, to select a site for our sect—yet we were maliciously attacked. Please, Elders, intervene.
We were only asking questions—this area isn’t open for casual entry. That Starlight Tier woman definitely trespassed... As for the Soul cultivator, he’s probably skilled at hiding his presence; we didn’t notice him until he ambushed us.
Each one was furious.
Their vessel actually came from outside the Grand Epoch Sect Zone.
They’d long admired the Grand Epoch Sect Zone’s rich environment. Recently, the destruction of two major sects had led to a redistribution of resources and benefits. Seizing the chance, they planned to move their sect here for better cultivation prospects.
Enough.
The three Cosmos Union elders looked grim.
Retreat—fall back." The three Cosmos Union cultivators glanced at Andrew Han, cupped their hands, and turned away, carrying their battered vessel into the distance. "He looks familiar... Let’s report to Highcrest Sect—this area is under their full authority."
Request Highcrest Sect to handle this.
There’s no need for us to take risks.
As they spoke, they departed—the three Cosmos Union cultivators all wore sour expressions.
Immediately after—
Thinking of Highcrest Sect’s unmatched prestige, they squinted and sent a secret transmission: "This man barged into a treasure site personally designated by Highcrest Sect—he must have a death wish. We’ll contact Highcrest immediately and ask them to arbitrate."
The three exchanged secret transmissions.
One of them, however, glanced back at Andrew Han, a strange glint in his eye and a barely perceptible, sly smile on his lips.
…
Now, throughout the Grand Epoch Sect Zone, Highcrest Sect was the undisputed strongest sect—and the recognized leader.
Resource allocation, division of benefits—all decided by Highcrest Sect.
That outsider sect ran into trouble?
Inside the sect’s core palace, the current Highcrest Sect master was reviewing affairs. He frowned, casually picked up a communicator, and glanced at it: "Who is this, so bold? That treasure site was already granted to—"
A moment later—
The Highcrest Sect master froze, his expression shifting dramatically as he sprang to his feet: "Inspector Envoy Andrew Han??"