In truth, Andrew Han had been waiting for this moment for a long time; everything was ready, all that remained was the right wind.
Because he was simply too strong.
Ordinary Law Realm Inner Origin has no special properties—it's merely pure energy, sometimes mixed with a little life-blood and external force.
But Andrew was different from everyone else.
His Super-Solid Inner Origin possessed the power to repel all things and was unimaginably heavy; its density and quality were so extreme that even Andrew himself was astonished.
If his Inner Origin was unprecedented, then his consciousness power was unrivaled across the world!
The fusion of Crystal-Diamond Inspiration and the Consciousness Constellation Cultivation Method was far more than a simple sum; they complemented and magnified each other explosively... The crystal-diamond was the foundation, and the Consciousness Star-Map was built upon it.
Before, he could only let Inspiration and spiritual sense diffuse, or merge them into his Inner Origin to enhance the martial intent.
But now, by mastering the Consciousness Constellation Cultivation Method and forming the star-map, he had gained a profound and mysterious way to wield consciousness power—akin to the difference between a divine martial art and the Clear-Illumination Law-Gate; the two were simply incomparable.
"Star-Map."
"Though I've never deployed the star-map," Andrew's eyes glimmered with longing and sharpness, "I can already sense the power contained within it."
He had never used it before, but once he did, it would certainly shake the heavens and earth—so Andrew waited in silence.
Once the Consciousness Star-Map appeared, it would surely alert the Netherfiends or even trigger all-out war. Choosing the right moment was crucial... One way or another, the Netherfiends' nightmare was about to begin.
At this moment, Andrew was sitting in his bedroom, deep in thought.
Click.
A crisp sound rang out.
Little Lucy, dressed in a purple cotton jacket and pure white slippers, pushed open the bedroom door and stood at the entrance, as picturesque as a retouched painting.
"Brother."
Little Lucy pursed her lips.
Andrew smiled and got up, not rushing to practice martial arts: "What's wrong?"
At his current level, simple tempering and grinding no longer have much effect, and even the effect of the gray-white airflow is weakening.
He wasn't in a hurry, but Little Lucy was. She ran forward on her short legs, thumping into her brother's arms, her little face full of worry: "Brother, are you leaving again?"
That light purple cotton jacket, paired with her rosy, delicate face, was extremely cute—like a round, blushing apple. Andrew couldn't help but pinch her cheeks twice.
He had to admit it.
Little Lucy was born with Inspiration, and her intelligence and emotional sensitivity were extraordinary. Even as Andrew prepared to leave, neither their parents nor anyone else noticed, yet five-year-old Lucy saw right through him.
"Don't worry, Lucy."
Andrew reached out his hand and gently rubbed her little head. "Brother will come back."
Huh?
Little Lucy stared at him with her big, dark eyes.
Sure enough, she'd guessed right—her brother really was about to leave. Instantly, her mood sank; she pouted her pink lips and stubbornly clung to Andrew's arm, her other small hand trembling as she reached for his chest.
Lucy wanted to sense it.
But she couldn't sense anything.
Because Andrew had already entered the Law Realm, and the vastness of his Super-Solid Inner Origin blocked all attempts to sense him.
"Wuwu T^T" Little Lucy's heart filled with unhappiness: "Why? Why can't I feel my brother anymore?"
Andrew chuckled. "Because your brother is too strong."
"Strong?"
Little Lucy blinked her crystal-like eyes and whispered, "Even stronger than Grandpa Ning? Grandpa Ning wanted to leave, and then... we never saw him again."
As she spoke, tears welled up and she began to sob.
At just over five years old, Lucy already had a vague understanding of death. She cried sadly, her big eyes fixed on Andrew, terrified that if she let go, her brother would disappear.
"You have to be good."