After reading the list, Andrew Han felt a bit lost.
Venerable Thundercrest and Quentin Suo, both Saints, looked astonished, unable to comprehend the list.
"Strange."
Quentin Suo shook his head, finished off a plate of fragrant chicken in a few bites, glanced at Venerable Thundercrest and Andrew Han, nodded lightly, then rose and shot into the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three grand beams of light instantly left the reception hall of Exquisite Heart Sect.
"Law‑Realm speed is so fast—I couldn’t even see it clearly."
"It’s not just you. Even as a high‑ranked Martial Lord, I was dazzled—almost couldn’t tell who left first."
The crowd murmured among themselves, their expressions growing increasingly respectful.
Law‑Realm experts act as they please, looking down on heaven and earth; they are truly transcendent, like immortals walking the land.
As the three left, the piano in the corner stopped playing. The long-haired woman slowly stood up and looked at Chloe Ling beside her: "Did Andrew Han reject you?"
"No."
Chloe Ling’s delicate face turned gloomy, her expression extremely grave.
The scene felt a bit off; after all, Chloe Ling was famous for her playful cuteness. The Exquisite Heart Sect girl couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise, asking, "But you're still not happy?"
"Heh." Chloe Ling let out three cold laughs, her charming features taking on a proud, aloof look. "I, Chloe Ling, righteously rejected Andrew Han!"
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The pianist stared in shock, feeling that something was definitely amiss.
——
Above the Imperial Capital.
At an altitude of several thousand meters, high enough to overlook the entire cosmopolitan city, four figures stood among the clouds, each radiating a different kind of majesty—exuding an aura that seemed to hold up the sky itself.
Supreme Wu gazed toward the sunset.
Andrew Han and the other two arrived first; Exquisite Heart Sect was not far from the Imperial Capital.
"Why?"
"This list includes only Sky-Soaring True Persons, but not us Venerable Saints?"
Venerable Thundercrest and Quentin Suo looked toward Supreme Wu, who stood with his hands behind his back.
As one of Sinovera’s Five Supremes, Supreme Wu's face was time-worn, his gaze profound, his entire presence radiating the steadiness of a mountain range, nearly suppressing the fiery clouds of dusk, freezing heaven and earth in place.
He brushed off his black combat garb.
Supreme Wu’s lips curled into a faint smile. "The Atlantic relic’s light-shield cannot be broken directly. We can only rely on other methods—using artifacts from the Pangu and Nuwa era to communicate with the light-shield and open a passage."
Unfortunately—
Although these artifacts share some similarities with the light-shield’s energy, the forcibly opened passages are weak, narrow, and extremely unstable, unable to withstand strong energy fluctuations.
Tests show that if a Supreme Saint enters the passage, it collapses instantly.
If a Venerable Saint steps inside, the passage shakes violently. If it collapses midway, the Venerable Saint could be trapped, crushed within the light-shield.
Only Sky-Soaring True Persons—
Their relatively weaker energy fluctuations allow easy entry into the relic’s interior.
"I see." Quentin Suo nodded, then suddenly asked in surprise, "Will the Demons and Specters just watch us enter the relic?"
As soon as he said this—
Supreme Wu’s expression darkened, and the air around them grew icy cold, as if covered in frost. "Supreme Zhang has made a non-interference agreement with them. They possess artifacts too."
What!?
Quentin Suo frowned. "They can’t use the artifacts, but they made such an agreement just to enter the relic? There must be a huge plot. Maybe they know the relic’s structure, or there’s something inside they desperately need."
"We can’t worry about that now." Supreme Wu shook his head and said no more.
If every Law‑Realm guardian possessed an artifact, their strength would skyrocket, giving them greater confidence in the final battle. Besides, the Supremes also wish to know—what cataclysm did the ancient Pangu and Nuwa era truly experience?
No matter what—
The relic must be entered.
Whoosh, whoosh... At an altitude of four to five thousand meters, biting cold winds swept the clouds, the temperature frigid.
The usually brilliant sunset clouds looked gloomy, as if coated in dust, making Supreme Wu frown.
He hated industrial pollution, especially the haze drifting over the Imperial Capital.
As Supreme Wu frowned, the cold winds above the sky grew even chillier, deepening the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
Venerable Thundercrest and Quentin Suo exchanged glances, realizing Supreme Wu was in a foul mood, so they held back the many questions they wished to ask.
Supreme Saints possess profound wisdom and their own deep calculations.
At the side—
Andrew Han wore a green robe, its edges fluttering, his expression calm.
The high-altitude winter air was truly cold, but for Law‑Realm experts, it meant nothing. Even in Earth’s coldest places—the Antarctic glaciers or the Arctic Ocean—they could stroll as if walking in a garden.
"Is this what a Supreme Saint is?"
"The invincible one among the Law‑Realm, standing at its forefront." Andrew Han’s crystal‑diamond Inspiration spun as he quietly sensed Supreme Wu’s vast aura.
It was so immense it defied imagination.
The sharper his Inspiration, the more it felt like mountains pressing down, almost suffocating.
But fortunately, because his Inspiration was so keen, Andrew Han didn’t mistakenly believe Supreme Wu surpassed Supreme Zhang. Aaron Daoxun Zhang’s power was more restrained and subtle than Supreme Wu’s.
At that moment—
Supreme Wu seemed to sense something, slowly turning his gaze, scrutinizing Andrew Han. His heavy gaze was like a mountain looming above the haze.
Even the air seemed to freeze, the cold winds coming to a standstill.