So-called "meritorious achievements"—in essence, these are actions undertaken for the continuation or advancement of one's life race, with this as the original intention and ultimate pursuit. The difficulty of earning such merit is usually extremely high, equivalent to making a tremendous contribution to the highest ideals of one's race.
"Take advantage of this opportunity—destroy him."
"It would be best if we could kill him. If we succeed, every one of us will earn first-class merit."
"Don't rush. We absolutely must not be hasty. This setup was arranged on short notice—too many details can't withstand scrutiny. But there simply wasn't time for thorough, meticulous planning."
Inside the spaceship, a faint, lingering voice echoed.
One shadow after another clung to the inner walls of the ship, whispering among themselves. Yet no one could hear them—nor did anyone know they were there.
No one could hear their voices. The hibernating passengers on these interstellar ships used for migration were mostly ordinary folk; only a handful of formal crew members or even captains were qualified lifeforms of the Fusion Tier.
There wasn't a single Starlight-tier lifeform aboard—let alone any higher beings.
Interstellar travel is especially lengthy; a spaceship moving at merely hundreds of times the speed of light is simply wasting one's lifespan. So, intelligent lifeforms with decent economic means prefer to travel by warp-drive engine, Subspace Flyer, or other advanced vessels.
"Hmph."
“In my opinion, these lowly, insignificant mortals should all be devoured. To share a spaceship with such base mortals is beneath us—a disgrace to the great Starry Sky Fiends. Back in the day, the Human race was weak, merely our subordinate life form!”
“Enough! Silence! This operation must be flawless. We have ended our concealment, not for the sake of eating mortals.”
“Restrain your appetite. Control your emotions.”
“A little humiliation means nothing. So long as we destroy that Human Heaven-King, even death would be worth it.”
Within the silent spaceship, as the shadows quietly conversed, rows of savage, razor-sharp fangs glinted in the darkness.
This is...
Starry Sky Fiends! One of the second-rate life races, subordinate to the Supreme Nether Clan!
——
Elsewhere in the Mory Sector.
Members of the Law-Enforcement Pavilion branch were auditing asset details, working diligently to investigate those sector governors who had been sent to Star Prison.
There were about a thousand governors, with more than twenty sent to Star Prison. Only the latter required a thorough investigation—this was Andrew Han’s instruction. As the newly appointed Star-Sector Inspector Envoy for the Mory Sector, he couldn’t possibly oversee everything himself.
Just kill a chicken to warn the monkeys.
In other words, he didn’t seek Imperial Merit—only to avoid mistakes. Andrew Han was still young. Having devoted so many years to cultivation and evolution, he freely admitted his lack of political cunning. Compared to the governors, he felt like a blank slate.
Sigh.
After finishing the audit of thirteen sector governors, Denise slowly stood up and let out a sigh.
She stood nearly three meters tall, her features alluring, every graceful curve breathtaking. Her full, rounded chest seemed ready to burst through her clothes as the wind lifted her golden hair across it.
"Governor."
They could be considered the middle class of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom.
Unfortunately, in front of Andrew Han, they seemed so fragile—utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
Denise kept her head down, her expression unreadable, as if she deeply envied Andrew Han. Her reflective tone drew strong agreement from her colleagues—some nodded, others shook their heads. This Star-Sector Inspector Envoy was indeed quite unusual.
From the Archaic Hall...
Another new-generation Eternal King...
Never mind the Mory Sector—even the Law-Enforcement Pavilion is destined to be just a brief chapter in Andrew Han’s cultivation journey.
"Indeed."
Denise still kept her head lowered, letting out a soft laugh.
As far as she knew, a few years ago, the Law-Enforcement Pavilion branch in the neighboring Yarlowe Sector also welcomed someone from the Archaic Hall—a Void-Rift-tier Primeval named Galen Yu, tasked with coordination and oversight. His rank and authority were two grades lower than that of an Inspector Envoy.
If you ranked them, Inspector Envoy outranked Primeval, and new-generation Eternal King outranked Inspector Envoy.
"Stop daydreaming, Denise," someone called out nearby. "We still have nearly half the imprisoned governors left to audit, and they’re the stronger ones. It’ll take a huge amount of work—maybe one or two star-years to finish."
"Thinking too much won’t help."
"That’s a Human Heaven-King. If you look back through the history of the Mory Sector, there have only ever been one or two."
Everyone offered words of advice, speaking up one after another.
Though exhausted and weighed down by pressure, they couldn’t help but smile from the heart. Inspector Envoy Andrew Han’s style was forceful, decisive, and generous with authority—everyone wanted to follow him.
Denise, head bowed in silence, suddenly let out a soft sigh, then lifted her beautiful face and licked her lips with a pink tongue.
"To follow Lord Andrew Han..."
"You’re right. It’s the wise choice."
——
Mory Sector, Grand Epoch Sect Zone—Andrew Han stood with hands behind his back, surveying the planetary system before him, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
The Green Mountain Sect had been rebuilt. Familiar buildings stirred memories of the past.
"Green Mountain Sect."
"Our Green Mountain Sect."
Andrew Han murmured, his voice carrying far into the distance.
Sound waves, sonic ripples—they were also forms of energy fluctuation. Especially when a higher lifeform transmitted with full force, a single word could shatter a star, piercing through planetary systems as if it were nothing.
"Finch," he called, "now all we lack are disciples. Do you have any ideas?"
Even as he spoke, Andrew Han reached out and, from billions of kilometers away, brought Finch Huang to his side.
In the blink of an eye, the world transformed. Finch was stunned, looking at Andrew Han in bewilderment. "Master, what kind of technique is this? It’s incredible."
She still hadn’t adapted, unable to comprehend the mysteries of the Fusion Tier’s power.
"Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand."
Andrew Han shook his head, studying Finch Huang as many thoughts passed through his mind. For instance, the training and tempering in the Archaic-Hall Spark-Heritage Region didn’t involve profound secrets, and Protector Lu Yang rarely lectured him.
Even if the secrets of immortality were explained, at Andrew Han’s current life level, he couldn’t comprehend them.
It was like a higher lifeform trying to explain Heart-Force to a basic Intelligent Core. Most cores lack emotion—how could they grasp the power of the soul?
Finch: "¬_¬｀"
To think her Master would look down on her—she was a genuine Starlight-tier cultivator, after all.
"Not enough," Andrew Han waved her off. "I’ll get you some cultivation resources later, to help you reach Fifth Stage Starlight-tier quickly. Third Stage is too weak. As for advancing to Constant Palace Tier, that’ll depend on your own talent and fortune."
No one else can help with breakthroughs in cultivation realm.
Finch understood this, too. "Honestly, I have no confidence in reaching Constant Palace Tier. Even if I’m lucky enough to see hope, it’ll take many years."
As the two spoke—
A crisp chime sounded: Andrew Han’s sect-gate communicator, and Denise’s message of good news—"The evidence against the imprisoned governors is almost fully collected. The proof is solid, mountains of material evidence... Where are you, sir? I’ll bring it to you."