"Report complete."
"Received."
One after another, mysterious transmissions pierced the dark starry sky, crossing half the Mory Sector—these were secret messages unknown to the world.
Some messages were not even sent by humans at all.
"The sixth Primal-Ancient Heaven-King of Archaic Hall..."
"The Human Andrew Han, about to advance to Cosmos Union..."
"According to clause three of the Infiltration Treaty: in exceptional circumstances, a portion of embedded forces may be abandoned. I hereby submit a temporary request—to sacrifice minor infiltration assets in the Mory Sector of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom, in order to disrupt Andrew Han's breakthrough transition, or else to kill him."
"Please approve."
"Requesting approval from the main clan."
Even if cutting-edge organizations invest enormous manpower, resources, and time to build regulatory systems spanning the entire sector... the monitoring facilities covering every corner cannot track these messages. Not because all arrangements are useless, but because these transmissions are delivered through Subspace.
One must understand that cosmic space is vast beyond measure, filled with countless bizarre regions that cannot all be cataloged.
From a macro perspective, dark vacuum is the most common and mainstream, followed by special spacetime zones like Subspace, independent spaces created by intelligent life, and naturally formed starry sky secret realms.
Normal starry skies and standard vacuum can be meticulously monitored.
But for Subspace and other anomalous spacetime regions, these are truly mysterious domains beyond the reach of technological products.
——
Mory Sector, Grand Epoch Sect Region, Highcrest Sect Core Planet.
"Please take care."
The sect master of Highcrest Sect, a brown-haired elder at the Return-to-Universe Realm, together with many core elders, stood together to respectfully bid farewell to Andrew Han and Finch Huang.
The core planet shone brilliantly, radiating light in all directions, yet it could not overshadow the exquisite beauty of the crystal diamond at Andrew Han's brow. Even those within Highcrest Sect who felt some dissatisfaction inwardly could only watch in awe, sensing the perfect and profound aura that Andrew Han radiated from head to toe.
Even the dazzling sea of stars could not outshine Andrew Han alone.
"Highcrest Sect respectfully bids farewell to the Inspector Envoy..."
Everyone wore smiling faces and spoke in unison, making the occasion quite grand.
"Mm."
Andrew Han nodded slightly, returning the gesture with a smile. These polite words were just for show; sincerity was not expected. He had just requested two prime cultivation lands from Highcrest Sect, and from the sect master down to the elders, all were surely bleeding inside.
In truth, he knew that those two starry regions had already been privately priced by Highcrest Sect, intended for trading benefits. Now that these clearly marked resources were handed over to Andrew Han, of course they were reluctant.
"Ahem."
The brown-haired elder spoke cheerfully, "We still don't know when you plan to establish your sect, Lord Andrew Han. When the time comes, we will certainly attend the ceremony."
"Soon," Andrew Han mused. "Green Mountain Sect is very important to me. Rebuilding the sect is a matter that cannot be allowed to fail. I’ll need your sect’s support in the future."
"Of course, of course," the brown-haired elder hurriedly agreed, though his feelings were mixed.
On one hand, he worried that Andrew Han might seize power and use this to control the Grand Epoch Sect Region. On the other, he hoped that the Green Mountain Sect connection could help foster a friendly relationship with Andrew Han. As these thoughts raced through his mind, the brown-haired elder glanced at Andrew Han’s brow, his pupils tightening slightly.
An unrivaled nobility, the crystal diamond glimmering—he suddenly understood everything.
Indeed, for them, the Grand Epoch Sect Region was vast and full of resources and treasures, the perfect place for grand ambitions. But he had nearly forgotten Andrew Han’s true background.
This Inspector Envoy came from Archaic Hall, honored as a new-generation Eternal King—how could he possibly linger in the Mory Sector?
Even the entire Mory Sector likely meant little to Andrew Han, let alone the Grand Epoch Sect Region. As long as they supported Green Mountain Sect and kept the peace, there was no need for needless worry.
"Sigh."
The brown-haired elder quietly let out a breath, keeping his composure as he continued chatting with Andrew Han for a while.
A moment later.
Andrew Han waved his hand, pulled Finch Huang along, and turned to break through Subspace: "No need to see us off. If anything comes up, I’ll contact you."
After seeing Andrew Han off, watching him disappear into the depths of Subspace, the brown-haired elder shook his head from afar.
"Strange, strange, truly strange."
He repeated it three times, leaving the core elders exchanging glances, unable to grasp the sect master's meaning.
"Sect master?"
One elder asked curiously.
"It's nothing."
The brown-haired elder took a deep breath, stroked his beard, and slowly returned to the core planet.
He didn’t know why.
He always felt that there was something unspeakably terrifying hidden within Andrew Han, and even as a Transcendent Union Realm cultivator, he found it unsettling. It was as if a towering lifeform stood before him, and had already awakened.
...
Subspace was awash in color, chaotic currents swirling everywhere as Andrew Han led Finch Huang swiftly through.
"Master."
Finch Huang whispered, "Look at those people from Highcrest Sect, saying one thing but meaning another. They clearly didn’t want to give up those two treasure lands."
Clearly, the Highcrest Sect elders were deeply dissatisfied. Otherwise, as a mere Starlight-tier lifeform, Finch Huang shouldn’t have been able to read the emotions of Cosmos Union realm elders.
This was their way of expressing protest.
It was like the interstellar network—the information the public sees is only what the authorities want them to see.
"It doesn’t matter."
Andrew Han’s expression remained unchanged; he didn’t care at all.
"Alright then."
Finch Huang replied gloomily, her gaze sweeping over the Subspace scenery. She muttered, "With them acting so unwilling, if Green Mountain Sect is rebuilt, their resentment will only grow. If any problems arise, they’ll make things difficult for us…"
She didn’t want to stir up trouble for no reason, but worried that future disputes might hinder Green Mountain Sect’s cultivation and growth.
At those words—
Andrew Han glanced at Finch Huang and smiled faintly. "You don’t need to worry about what they think or say. Here, my word is law—they have no say in the matter."
"But, but..." Finch Huang hesitated, wanting to say more.
"But what?"
Andrew Han patted Finch Huang’s head.
Swish, swish. Watching the dazzling colors of Subspace rush past, Finch Huang sighed softly, "But when people leave, the tea grows cold. Master, you don’t truly belong to the Mory Sector. You’ll have to leave, sooner or later."
Andrew Han continued through Subspace, smiling as he comforted her: "It’s fine, don’t worry. For now, let’s follow the plan and build the mountain gate."
"Mm-hmm."
Finch Huang could only nod her little head. She more or less understood her master Andrew Han’s exalted status.
If Andrew Han steps down, no longer Inspector Envoy, then when Green Mountain Sect faces trouble, how should she—a mere Starlight-tier lifeform—handle it? How should she face it?
Now that Andrew Han has been appointed as Inspector Envoy of the Mory Sector, it’s merely a period of tempering—not even true tempering, just experience. Neither the Law-Enforcement Pavilion nor Archaic Hall would ever allow Andrew Han to waste too much time in a remote star sector.
Time...
How much longer will he stay, exactly...?
Finch Huang’s eyes lit up. She stammered, turning to ask, "Master, how much longer will your realm advancement transition take?"
"Why ask that all of a sudden?" Andrew Han was taken aback, not answering immediately.
"Normally, it should be about one cycle—one cycle equals a hundred star-years. Although you’re a new-generation Eternal King, Master, and your transition is much shorter, it should still take at least seven or eight star-years, right?" Finch Huang whispered.
Andrew Han looked at Finch Huang and smiled without replying.
"Is it longer?"
Finch Huang was immediately shocked. "Did I overestimate? Is it only four or five star-years?"
The colors of Subspace flickered, dazzling. Andrew Han’s lips curled into a smile. He was not just a new-generation Eternal King, but a rebel against fate—and the effects of the gray-white currents...
"Three star-years?"
"Two star-years?"
Finch Huang’s voice sounded at his ear, her little face full of disbelief: "Could it really take just one star-year?"
Advancing a realm is never just a breakthrough, but a comprehensive elevation. The sublimation phase may seem brief, but only in comparison to a long lifespan—it’s actually quite short.
One star-year would be truly remarkable.
"Gulp."
Finch Huang swallowed, tilting her little face upward.
Andrew Han pondered for a moment, then lowered his gaze to his disciple. With a simple look, an inexplicable power instantly soothed the ripples in Finch Huang’s heart.
"Stop guessing."
Andrew Han casually tore open Subspace and arrived at a long-selected, ownerless star system, ready to rebuild Green Mountain Sect.