A thunderous roar echoed endlessly, shaking the very light-source nodes. The interwoven, transparent beams of light connecting all directions throughout the world twisted and trembled, as if the stars themselves were swaying.
Light Sky in Broad Daylight reigned above.
Andrew Han, clad in cyan robes, stood alone.
The resonant soundwaves carried a concise stream of information, crashing against the luminous vault overhead. Each rebound and reflection struck the sky below, repeating in high frequency—colliding, refracting, and finally transmitting into infinity.
It was as if he stood between two walls, the enclosed space amplifying the echo. At the same time, the spectacle intensified, the scene growing ever clearer, nearly without end.
Transmitting.
Continuing to transmit.
Until it reached the Arshen Tribe.
......
Nearby, countless rays of light drew energy from the stars and channeled it into the light-source nodes.
"Andrew Han!"
Ar Linyu, the Light Clan Primeval, gnashed his teeth.
How could he not be furious, or feel a surge of dread? In this moment, his heart churned wildly, unable to maintain composure.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Ar Linyu felt his vision blur with rage, his black-light form baring a jagged maw as he growled inwardly, "A mere Human of Void Rift Tier dares act so brazenly."
Brazen! Arrogant! Unforgivable!
Separated by billions of meters and four or five light-source nodes, Ar Linyu fixed his gaze on Andrew Han—on that cyan-robed figure with flowing white hair. "Alas, I am merely a Primeval, no match for a Heaven-King. If I could, I would tear you to pieces."
Though he looked down on all others, he knew his own limits.
Here, the Light Clan stood supreme; all other beings were ranked countless tiers below. This domineering, unreasonable rule did not apply to Eternal Kings of ages past.
"But..."
“We of the Light Clan, we of the Arshen Tribe, are not without an Eternal King.” Ar Linyu gazed at Andrew Han from afar, his aura radiating a chilling murderous intent.
He felt fear, he felt anger, but he would not panic.
For now, the Arshen Tribe also possessed a new-generation Eternal King at Fifth-Stage Void Rift Tier!
Though...
He had never actually seen him...
Still, this fact gave Primeval Ar Linyu confidence.
“My Arshen Tribe has more than just an Eternal King.”
“Now, we have over five hundred Primevals.”
"Hmph, ignorant fool—you have no idea what five hundred Primevals means. If unleashed outside, freed from all restraint, our Light Clan Primevals could wield their true power. Should they strike together, no matter what kind of Eternal King you are, you would have no choice but to bow your head and submit."
Five hundred Primevals acting in concert could suppress a new-generation Eternal King—provided that King’s Origin Talent was not overwhelmingly terrifying.
If it were Fortress (Origin Talent)...
Not even five hundred or five million Primevals could inflict the slightest harm. But the Human Eternal King before him could not possibly possess Fortress (Origin Talent)—humans, being creatures of flesh and blood, could never develop such an Origin Talent.
With that thought...
Ar Linyu’s black-light form twisted into a grim smile. "You will regret this, Andrew Han, Human Eternal King. You will regret it deeply."
......
In the distance, beneath the brightest Light Sky, immense cubical structures floated—this was the Arshen Tribe of the Light Clan.
To be precise...
The Arshen Tribe contained a vast sea of light, stretching upward through tens of millions of Light Skies. The segment where the Human starship hovered was merely the very bottom, the lowest layer of the tribe’s entire structure.
Layer upon layer of Light Skies—countless beyond reckoning.
Uncountable light-source nodes dotted the skies, shining brilliantly.
The supreme Light Clan, the Arshen Tribe—the grand luminous pavilion between these two layers of Light Sky was merely the lowest foundation.
Yet countless gazes converged upon it.
From higher layers of Light Sky, through halos formed by countless light-source nodes, they watched coldly as the pure-white starship approached, settled, and remained motionless.
“Interesting.”
“Such a low and feeble realm.”
Andrew Han, Heaven-King of the Human Race, had long since drawn the attention of countless Light Clan beings, who watched him closely at every moment.
They were deeply curious.
They wanted to know why Andrew Han had come, what the Human Race intended...
And at this very moment...
The Arshen Tribe finally understood.
"Roar!"
A Light Clan being roared in fury: "Outrageous! Truly outrageous!"
This was their domain, a world shaped by spiritual light—how could the Human Race act so arrogantly here?
Moreover...
To come here so brazenly, without prior notice from the Human Archaic Hall, without communication or approval—just barging in as if they owned the place?
"Far too arrogant!" the Light Clan shouted. "Who gave him such courage?"
"He dares to flaunt his power in our Arshen Tribe."
"Does he even realize this is an open provocation against the Arshen Tribe, a challenge to our entire Light Clan?! From this moment on, the vast universe will have no place for Andrew Han."
One by one, furious Light Clan beings surged along the thick lines connecting the light-source nodes, rushing toward the lowest layer of the Arshen Tribe’s Light Sky.
Their pride swelled within them.
They had assumed the Human Race sent Heaven-King Andrew Han here for a courteous visit.
But now the truth is clear: the Void Rift–tier Heaven-King Andrew Han has come to their territory to strip away their dignity and glory!
Especially those two words—'seeking defeat.'
He came here for one purpose: to be defeated. Andrew Han clearly does not regard them at all.
“What ‘sweeping the universe’?”
“What ‘invincible in the same realm’?”
“Let’s go! All of us, let’s go down and see what arrogance this person has.” From Starlight-tier to Cosmos Union-tier, the furious uproar from countless Light-Clan beings surged like a tidal wave, darkening layer after layer of Light Sky as they rushed toward the bottom of the tribe.
Wherever they passed, halos rippled across the sky, and the terrifying momentum of a thousand armies pressed downward.
Each Light Sky layer spanned nearly half a light-year; in sheer scale and accumulated power, the Arshen Tribe could not compare to Archaic Hall.
But the tribal structure was their unique custom.
The Arshen Tribe was neither large nor small, yet it stretched through millions upon millions of layers of Light Sky.
...
“Let’s go together, let’s all go.”
Light-Clan beings responded, eager to join the rush.
...
“That wretched man!”
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A peak Cosmic Eternal Light-Clan being erupted in fury.
...
“Childish behavior.”
Other peak Cosmic Eternal Light-Clan beings sneered, dismissing him as they returned to silent cultivation, pondering cosmic laws, not taking Andrew Han’s challenge seriously at all.
They were utterly convinced: the Human challenger would inevitably suffer defeat.
“Hmm.” At the same time, ancient Light-Clan beings gazed coldly down. “He proclaims himself invincible in the same realm—who gave him that title? Did we approve it? Very well, let’s grant Andrew Han the defeat he seeks!”
...
At the lowest gate of the Arshen Tribe, Light-Clan beings gathered, their anger burning, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive as they stared coldly across the void at the Human starship and Andrew Han.
“Enough!”
“We cannot let Andrew Han continue his arrogance!”
“Isn’t he claiming invincibility in the same realm? Doesn’t the Human Race think victory is assured? We accept this challenge—there’s no choice. If we refuse, when word spreads, how will the universe’s myriad races see the Light Clan?”
If word spread, it would not just be a matter of reputation—deeper concerns lurked beneath.
For Andrew Han, a new-generation Eternal King, to come alone and demand defeat, only for the Light Clan to lack the courage to respond, blocked at the tribe’s gate with his invincible declaration—such weakness would invite the covetous gaze of countless second-rate life races.
No matter what, this challenge must be accepted!
And they must win—win cleanly and decisively. At the lowest layer of the Arshen Tribe, clusters of radiant spirits gathered, spanning more than ten light-source nodes, hundreds of interwoven light-lines falling upon Andrew Han’s wind-stirred white hair.
“Quick!”
“Invite Asheron Arshen to face the challenge!”
Some Light-Clan beings whispered, others shouted, and the scene grew chaotic.
At this crucial moment—
“No need to invite...
I am already here.”
A cold and arrogant voice flowed down from a higher Light Sky, solemn and dignified. Even without seeing the light-body, all the Light-Clan beings instantly recognized the new-generation Eternal King, His Highness Asheron Arshen—the Light-Clan Heaven-King stepping forth to meet the Human Heaven-King!
The Light-Clan Heaven-King steps forward to answer the Human Heaven-King’s challenge!
(End of chapter)