Inside the Primeval-Gate Famous Masters Pavilion, every eye was fixed on the shifting virtual projection, silently awaiting the Spark-Heritage Core AI’s official announcement.
Tension, anxiety, absolute silence!
Everyone held their breath, suppressing even their energy flows.
The Spark-Heritage Core AI wielded authority and unfathomable power, fused with countless sparks of wisdom and insight—so advanced it nearly transcended what an AI could be, an existence both mysterious and exalted.
Therefore—
Once the Spark-Heritage Zone made its formal declaration, the result would be indisputable—beyond question, beyond doubt!
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As the virtual visage manifested, the Primeval-Gate Famous Masters sensed a strange force descending, filling every corner of the room.
No wonder the Spark-Heritage Zone holds dominion over the Hall’s authority.
The Famous Masters exchanged low-voiced transmissions, discussing with an urgency masked by outward calm.
"Who will the Spark-Heritage Zone choose?"
"Of all the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom’s Primeval Geniuses, only Zane Xuto and Milo Zaru have easily cleared the Spark-Heritage Zone’s seventh tier. It’s just a matter of comparing the evaluations each received—whoever scored higher will be chosen."
"I think Zane Xuto has the greater chance."
"Wait, did you all forget about Andrew Han?"
"How could we forget? Primeval Andrew Han is truly extraordinary. But he only joined the Primeval Gate recently and has completed just two rounds of Primeval Duties. That’s why we voted him out in the preliminary round... He didn’t pass the initial selection, wasn’t on the review list, and his name wasn’t even submitted to the Spark-Heritage Zone. Tell me, how could the Zone possibly choose Andrew Han? He’s not even an option—unless the Zone overrules all the Famous Masters, unless some cosmic miracle falls from the sky and hits me on the head!"
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As the virtual face began to speak, Zane Xuto and Milo Zaru of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom tensed, nerves stretched to the limit like drawn strings.
Nearly suffocating.
A faint ringing in the ears.
Everything and everyone around faded away—only Zane Xuto remained, staring at the virtual face, sweat nearly breaking out: "It’s me, it’s me, it has to be me!"