Human Heaven‑Venerable and the Emergence of the Blade‑Scar

Among the Four Great Life Races of the cosmic starry sky, the Light Clan possesses the Supreme racial talent of Omnipresence—an innate ability to instantaneously shift anywhere at will. In truth, the Star-Sky Humans are worlds apart from the luminous spirits of the Light Clan, being merely carbon-based flesh-and-blood lifeforms.

After all, how could mere flesh compare to beings of pure light?

But this makes no difference.

Because Humanity has Heaven-Venerables!

Living Heaven-Venerables possess limitless lifespans and stand as terrifying weapons of destruction.

The strongest in aggregate, the strongest as individuals—either can become a Supreme Race.

In short, the Shenro Clan masters fate, the Nether Clan rules subspace through their Nether Dominions, and the Light Clan's spirits are omnipresent—all these Supreme Races rely on collective strength. But the Human Heaven-Venerable is powerful as an individual, unmatched in grandeur.

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At this moment, within Light Clan Territory, at the Arshen Tribe.

Humans have halls; the Light Clan has tribes. Each tribe is encircled by layers of Light Skies, with light-source nodes and transport beams weaving together billions of Light Skies, all unified around the Arshen Tribe. Beyond the Light Skies lies the starry void—the normal, dark cosmos.

At this very moment, an infinite Black Curtain descends, shrouding more than half the Light Skies.

Clearly, the Light Clan Supreme gazes down in fury, violating the Life-and-Death Duel agreement, disregarding all consequences, unilaterally tearing up every pact—intent on personally executing the Human Heaven-King named Andrew Han.

Before the Black Curtain can fall and slay Andrew Han, who stands ready to die—

The nameless seal at the back of Andrew Han's neck manifests with unfathomable brilliance, quietly glowing as if containing all the heavens—a mark both real and illusory, undetectable to most, yet it is the personal intervention of a Heaven-Venerable seated in the Archaic Hall. This is the Blade-Scar left by a Human Heaven-Venerable!

Clang!

The sound of a blade resounds through billions of layers of Light Skies.

Clang!

The mysterious brilliance of the blade-light, like flowing water, reflects into the deepest hearts of all present Light Clan spirits, the crew of the pure-white starship, and Andrew Han himself.

Clang!

The Blade-Scar, overwhelming and unstoppable, raises its edge, slicing through the Black Curtain and cleaving billions of layers of Light Skies. Each layer shatters in succession, yet the stroke is so swift that from afar, it seems as if all things bow in submission—the entire expanse of Light Skies splits instantly, not in retreat, but in reverent welcome.

Billions of layers of Light Skies parted to either side, as if in utmost reverence.

Here, "billions" is not an exaggeration—the Arshen Tribe’s Light Skies truly number in the billions.

To pierce all those layers of Light Skies—what boundless, awe-inspiring power.

From the moment the blade sounded, every life within the Light Skies—including the light-spirits of the Arshen Tribe—saw only a flash of flowing water before their eyes. It was a surging river, a mighty current, a blade-river so grand that lesser beings could not comprehend it.

Just as lower-tier beings cannot imagine the structure of an Origin Palace.

It was not merely their perception—the outer Light Skies themselves grew dim and heavy, as the unknown Blade-Scar, containing infinite light and darkness, perfectly fused the two, like the endless alternation of day and night.

All the light-spirits could not help but look up: "What is that thing?"

"I see…"

"It seems to be shining from that Human Heaven-King, Andrew Han…"

Every Light Clan being present was reduced to mere specks of dust within ancient amber, from the lowest Starlight-tier to Return-to-Cosmos and Cosmic Eternal Realm, including the ancient light-spirits who gathered at the highest Light Skies—

They felt utterly insignificant.

Tiny and helpless, lost and ignorant.

The previously frozen scene was split open by that blade, as if a silent drama regained the vibrant colors of birdsong and blossoms; all things returned to life, yet not a single light-spirit dared move—instinctive terror and awe rooted them in place.

They had only just heard the Supreme’s verdict, witnessed the Supreme’s hand, the attempted execution of the Human Heaven-King; their secret delight and resentment still lingered in their eyes, on their light-bodies.

They still felt a secret joy, but their bodies and minds were frozen; the instinctive submission of life left the light-spirits with no room for struggle.

The world of light had become a world of blades.

Andrew Han unconsciously looked up; the blade-light behind him split countless layers of Light Skies, but even straining his eyes, he could not see its end—it was too high, too far, too distant.

"Is this our Human Race’s Supreme?"

Andrew Han could not guess; after all, he was still young. He casually tossed aside the Light Clan Heaven-King Kedoran… his killing intent surging, he was so caught up in the slaughter that he nearly forgot this was a forbidden act. He could not kill a new-generation Light Clan Heaven-King within Light Clan Territory.

However.

What was this Blade-Scar? Andrew Han vaguely recalled past events, had some impression of the Blade-Scar.

Boom.

The Heaven-King Kedoran, about to die, fell onto the radiant earth, barely able to open his eyes, too shocked and weak to speak: “Could it be the Star-Sky Humans’…”

Hiss!!

Heaven-King Asher Arshen and the remaining hundred-plus Primevals were terrified, staring wide-eyed at the majestic Blade-Scar rising behind Andrew Han.

They scattered like a panicked kitchen, screaming and fleeing in all directions, crying out for help as they ran.

Meanwhile, aboard the pure white starship, those standing on the prow gazed from afar at the blade-scar of utmost light and darkness rising behind Andrew Han, stretching upward to unknowable heights.

They discovered they could move again.

The leader lifted his mask, knelt in the void, and performed a grand salute.

Lu Yang did the same.

One by one, they quietly paid their respects, kneeling in reverent welcome.

As the Light Skies split open…

As the Blade-Scar pierced through heaven and earth…

“Human Race Celestial Sovereign!!”

“It’s actually the Celestial Sovereign himself!!”

The Supreme at the highest Light Skies of the Light Clan was scared out of his wits, screaming in terror: “A man leaves a shadow, a blade leaves a scar—you are the Blade-Scar Celestial Sovereign!”

Of course, no one could hear the Supreme’s scream; the Light Clan Supreme needed to save face, and the Blade-Scar Celestial Sovereign couldn’t be bothered to expose it.

Just then.

The colorless Blade-Scar pointed at this Supreme—

Swish!!