In the dark, silent expanse of outer space, cosmic rays streak everywhere, eternal cold reigns, and the vacuum is soundless—most forms of life cannot survive here.
Utterly quiet.
The beautiful blue Earth orbits its star.
The majestic sun radiates light and heat, swirling with endless torrents of fiery power, erupting violently at every moment.
At this very moment, the Starspace Communicators stationed between the sun and Earth each begin to vibrate, initiating an exceptionally brief yet cheerful exchange.
Andrew Han: "Master, are you there?"
Miles Ning: "Didn't I tell you not to bother me unless it's important?"
Andrew Han: "Well, it's a small matter. Four years ago, that meteor firestorm wiped out the Sakura Island Nation, affecting people from many countries—including our own Sinovera. Since then, the families and friends of the dead have been protesting and demanding answers for four years straight. Public sentiment is surging, and the media is in an uproar. I don't really care, but I wondered if we should give them a clear response."
Miles Ning: "They want an explanation, huh? I'll give them a clear answer in a couple of days."
Andrew Han: "Alright, I'll let them know."
Miles Ning: "No need. You just stay out of it. This time, I'll handle it myself and make sure everyone gets what they deserve."
Andrew Han: (ー_ー) ...Master, please don't come back... The sun's nice—stay there a while longer.
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Endless snow and ice blanket Antarctica.
Year after year of low temperatures breed fierce winds and glaciers; sometimes a penguin waddles past, sometimes snowflakes spin through the air like drifting cotton.
Yet,
Looking out across what should be a boundless snowy landscape, a massive rift—over three thousand kilometers long—cuts through Antarctica, dividing it into eastern and western shores.
A spectacle beyond words!
Known as Han Supreme’s Sword Rift, this icy chasm boasts sheer, glassy cliffs hundreds of meters deep and wide—a scar left by Andrew Han’s battle years ago when he returned from outer space, unleashing a torrent of ten thousand swords to slay the Nether overlord Lurian.
It is as if Antarctica itself bears a wound.
Yet this scar is revered by countless people—it marks humanity’s final battle against demons and specters, a war ended in human victory.
To damage even a bit of Antarctica is a crime.
Destroying part of it inevitably draws condemnation.
But to leave a mark of this magnitude becomes an achievement for the ages—Andrew Han’s name is now celebrated across nations worldwide.
Visitors come in droves, an endless stream.
People from all over the world flock to Antarctica. Thanks to these crowds, the continent has been slightly transformed, now a world-famous scenic wonder known far and wide.
……
The Antarctic rift landscape, named Han Supreme’s Sword Rift.
Both sides of the chasm are crowded with tourists.
Bundled in thick clothing and wearing specialized snow goggles to protect their eyes from the sunlight, the tourists still shiver from the cold.
“Don’t run, don’t run!”
Two or three blond children chase each other across the packed snow, their elders chatting nearby about plans to immigrate to Sinovera, all in high spirits.
Beside them,
A foreign youth in a red parka stares wide-eyed, nearly breathless, at the vast icy rift stretching north to south.
“Wow, this is unbelievable!” he exclaims, snapping photos and babbling in English: “Satellite images can’t compare to seeing it in person. I have to take pictures to show my classmates—learning martial arts really is the right choice.”
Click, click.
The youth mutters as he takes photos, “No one can say I’m blindly worshipping Sinovera now.”
Five years is enough to change the global landscape. In this era, Sinovera leads the way—martial power has become the mainstream.
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This Antarctic rift runs over three thousand kilometers through ice and snow. In the areas designated for tourists, transparent glass bridges have been built, linking the eastern and western shores of the chasm—solid and sturdy, allowing visitors to walk freely across.