Beyond the blue Earth, a warp ship dropped out of curvature flight. A female Stellar Palace elder of the Pink-Skin Human Clan stepped out, her mood exceptionally pleasant, walking with elegant, lotus-like steps.
Her beauty was radiant as the moon, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She exuded both seductive allure and graceful warmth, like a noblewoman from the depths of the cosmos.
Indeed.
She felt very fortunate, very happy, and thoroughly at ease.
"Tsk tsk."
"Such an easy, relaxing assignment, and I drew the winning lot. It seems my luck this cycle is excellent." Leisurely, she strolled out of the warp ship’s hatch and gazed at the blue Earth.
Truthfully, she had long been curious, as had the other Pink-Skin Stellar Palace elders.
How could such a remote, aboriginal life planet—lacking resources and knowledge reserves, and supposedly ignorant of anything Starlight-tier—produce a cultivation genius like Andrew Han?
An ordinary, unremarkable native planet had become extraordinary because of Andrew Han.
Yet—
When she turned to look at Earth, she was instantly stunned.
Judging by the way sunlight reflected off the planet, the blue world before her was still vibrant and teeming with life, showing not the slightest sign of devastation.
"How could this be?"
"How could this be?"
The noble and beautiful Stellar Palace woman instinctively found it unbelievable.
She screamed, her voice sharp and wild.
Could it be that Elder Blackridge was afraid, lost his nerve, and fled at the last moment?
"Seal it, seal the celestial body!"
But—
Where had things gone wrong?
Her face was calm as still water, but inside, a chill ran through her. She carefully scrutinized the blue planet before her. "The strongest lifeform on this remote native planet must be Andrew Han. Unless... unless Andrew Han sensed something—"
Bang!
In the silent, desolate vacuum of space, a withered old hand suddenly landed on her snow-white shoulder.
"Who?!"
The Pink-Skin Stellar Palace elder erupted with power, her terrifying Stellar energy surging out like a miniature sun. Yet the withered old hand on her shoulder was immovable, as if forged from the very heart of a star.
"How is this possible?"
She turned her head, her pupils dilating in shock.
Here, in the icy, lifeless void, stood an old man with black hair.
He wore a worn black leather jacket, black pants, and cloth shoes. Deep wrinkles marked his face, making him seem frail, barely able to withstand the cosmic wind. Yet beneath the cold, sunken expression was a savage, commanding presence—like a primordial beast breaking free of ancient shackles.
"You... you... You're Miles Ning!"
A flash of realization raced through the woman's mind, and in an instant, she understood everything.
The Pink-Skin race had investigated the blue planet in detail. Anyone or anything related to Andrew Han was already catalogued with perfect clarity.
Boom!
The withered old hand suddenly tightened, flipping her over and suppressing her instantly, Stellar Palace power or not.
"Impossible!"
She shrieked, her voice sharp and hysterical.
As the world spun and darkness closed in, Miles Ning dragged her away from Earth's orbit, swinging her like a hammer through the starry void. He slammed the once-noble Stellar Palace woman into meteorites, leaving burning trails of energy in space, shattering her defenses until she was on the verge of collapse.
"Seal... Seal the celestial body!"
"There's a rumor on Earth's internet: you once fell into a half-year coma, lost in a near-death state. But you weren't unconscious—you returned from death, communed with primordial celestial power, and at that moment, you touched the very core of the universe itself."
The Stellar Palace woman coughed up fresh blood, her once-noble bearing shattered—reduced to a broken, trembling slave.
Her elegant attire was torn to shreds, exposing pale, alluring curves—yet those curves were marred by gashes streaming with blood, flesh torn and mangled. She was gravely wounded.
"No, this isn't right—even a Sealed Planet shouldn't be this strong!" Terror twisted her face as Stellar Palace power surged within, ready to explode a hundred ways. She struggled to break free from Miles Ning's star-forged, skeletal grip.
She never got the chance to unleash her power.
Boom!!!
In an instant, a terrifying force struck her chest—a blow so powerful her body nearly ruptured. But this was only the beginning.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Miles Ning, cigarette clamped between his lips, black pants rippling in the vacuum, kicked her again and again—like punting a snow-white soccer ball. Each phantom-like foot radiated searing light and heat, as if a wrathful god had descended upon the dark starfield, kicking apart the fabric of space and time, crushing all resistance.
Such brutality—unspeakably terrifying!
She, a Pink-Skin Stellar Palace elder, was reduced to a helpless, battered sphere—utterly unable to fight back.
"Sealed Celestials are supposed to be incredibly rare—how can this be?"
"His initial sealed celestial isn't a planet—it's a light-heat star?!" The woman tumbled like a dying meteor, crashing through an asteroid belt, rolling millions of times. In her terrified eyes, she saw the blazing white sun of his true power.
He kicked her from Earth's edge all the way to the vicinity of Venus!
Boom!
She finally stopped only after smashing into Venus’s surface, punching through its halo and then crashing through a mountain range.
She spat blood, her mind blank, her face as pale as gold leaf.
At that moment, Miles Ning—his entire body radiating golden brilliance, black hair wild—stood atop ripples of light and heat. Hands clasped behind his back, his wrinkled eyes narrowed, he seemed like a mighty star descending to this place.
He walked toward her, step by step.
The woman forced a bitter smile and said weakly, "I'm from the Pink-Skin race. I only came to look at Andrew Han's homeworld—I mean no harm. Since you're Andrew's master, why don't we shake hands and make peace?"
Before she could finish, golden light flooded her vision. A thunderous boom shook the starfield, as if all of Venus was roaring in savage fury.
Crack!