A warning?
Or should I say nothing and play deaf?
In the quiet, deep palace, Grand Venerable Kara Shen sat on the steps in a seemingly lazy posture. She casually gathered the loose azure strands by her ear, lifted her crystal-clear, delicate toes—so exquisitely shaped they seemed almost otherworldly, imbued with a naturally wondrous beauty.
She gazed at her toes.
Tiny, twinkling stars were etched upon them, glittering with light.
Watching the little stars shimmer, she murmured with a half-smile: "Andrew Han, oh Andrew Han, do you know? Six Grand Venerables have joined forces, quietly waiting along your inevitable path, intent on killing you as soon as possible."
Six Grand Venerables joining forces—who could possibly withstand that?
Even the invincible Thunderword Grand Venerable, ranked first on the Stellar Honor Roll, would likely avoid their edge and yield.
Her soft whisper was gentle as ripples on water, brushing through the palace interior.
The vast palace was empty, not a soul in sight—only Grand Venerable Kara Shen hesitated in secret.
Suddenly—
Kara Shen broke into a radiant smile, as if a hundred charms blossomed at once.
Deep within the palace, her rosy lips parted slightly, and a faint ripple rose from the heart of the hall—like pure moonlight chasing the stars, stretching from the Shen Phoenix Empire's capital avenue to a far-off distance.
......
The cosmic starry sky—vast and boundless—was, as always, dominated by vacuum.
Even though the Lunyis Star System was highly unusual, naturally suppressing all cultivation systems except for life-genes, it still had to abide by the immutable laws of vacuum.
Dark, cold, and desolate—such a harsh environment was enough to kill all ordinary life.
Whoosh!
A streak of cyan light swept across outer space.
Andrew Han's figure became a flickering rainbow glow, lingering in one spot for a moment—hesitating, weighing his options—before finally changing his intended course.
After careful thought.
Weighing the pros and cons.
Andrew Han shook his head and gazed into the depths of the starry sky.
Six Grand Venerables laying siege to me?
And all of them are ranked around twentieth on the Honor Roll? Toppling the Honor Roll is indeed a blunt, forceful move—it's no wonder it stirs up so much anger.
One must realize what it means when six Grand Venerables mobilize together!
It means six Fourth-Stage Void Rift lives—each on the verge of reaching the fifth stage—have pre-arranged a deadly trap!
Moreover—
A direct clash is nothing like being ambushed and surrounded—the level of danger is worlds apart.
Given that the enemy is fully prepared, with countless traps, decisive killing intent, and plans laid who knows how long in advance...
If one still charges in recklessly, full of fighting spirit, it's even more foolish than knowingly entering a tiger's den. Any human genius with such overblown confidence usually ends up with grass taller than trees growing on their grave.
Six Grand Venerables joining forces for a hunt.
A sharp glint flashed in Andrew Han's eyes as he abruptly changed course: "If I go all out, I should be able to win—it's just six Fourth-Stage Void Rifts. But there's no need to take such a risk; it's not worth it, and serves no purpose."
Boom!
Andrew Han flew off into the distance, changing direction.
A Primeval—supremely honored. How could the Star-Sky Humans ever let a Primeval-tier genius be exposed to life-and-death trials day after day?
The cosmic starry sky is full of dangers; a single misstep could mean death!
If a Void Rift-tier lifeform encounters a cosmic disaster—especially a sudden one—there's no chance to dodge or escape.
Therefore—
The Spark-Heritage Zone pays special attention to this.
Primeval Training exists to teach geniuses the importance of knowing their limits, to minimize the risk of such disasters.
It also instructs them on prevention, and what to do if disaster strikes—these lessons are all part of Primeval Training. Without it, the casualty rate for Primeval Duties would at least double!
Primeval Training.
At this thought, Andrew Han's expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile.
Strolling through the dark outer space, his flight speed grew faster and faster. Amused, he recalled: "I still remember the eighty-ninth rule of Primeval Training—when it's time to retreat, retreat; when it's time to avoid, avoid."
In plain terms: think rationally, neither servile nor arrogant.
To put it even more simply: don't fear trouble, but don't go seeking death for no reason.
On reflection, that's quite true.
Over the years, I've seen plenty of people recklessly get themselves killed..." Andrew Han's lips curled into a faint smile, but then he frowned, the smile vanishing completely.
His face turned cold...
His gaze became calm...
He halted, turned his head, and looked toward the distance!
It was at that moment.
Gugu gugu! Gugu gugu! Gugu gugu!
It was as if the entire sea of stars was boiling, surging with waves, roaring with tsunamis. Sun, moon, and stars all dimmed in that instant, as countless deep, mysterious rays of light spread like rippling waves, encircling Andrew Han!
The rising and falling waves brewed a great crisis, revealing immense terror!
Sweeping through the frigid vacuum, burning the dust, blocking all paths!
Within tens of millions of meters, a heavy, profound pressure instantly descended, like a bottomless swamp, dragging Andrew Han down into the mire, trapping him deep, unable to escape!
In that moment.
In that stretch of starry sky.