The opening ceremony’s images were rendered with utmost clarity, spreading across the endless territories of the Cosmic Ancient Kingdom and its neighboring realms.
In this moment, as the Star‑Sky Human Race and the Hu‑Gu Race faced each other across the void, the majestic aura seeped through countless projection screens, penetrating to the very depths of living souls. It was as if it stirred the blazing blood hidden deep within, immersing all in a vivid, lifelike experience!
A clash of terrifying auras.
The distortion of the endless starry sky.
The most eye‑catching were the Primeval Ten, each possessing an extraordinary bearing!
From left to right, front to back, the ten Human Primevals from the Spark‑Heritage Zone’s Archaic Hall stood solemnly in the dark starry sky. They formed a neat sequence, like a fleet cutting through stormy seas, exuding a stern and dignified air, never smiling nor speaking lightly!
It was as if divine might had swept across a million years, wild and unrestrained, taming all clans!
Solemn!
Dignified!
At last, the Human Primevals stepped forward. The Ancient Kingdom was shaken, the empire stirred; everyone rose to their feet, focusing on the Primeval Life‑and‑Death War!
Among the most astonished regions of the starry sky was the Chenriver Empire, located in the Galaxis Stellar System. Especially in the central imperial star, the decision‑making court was already in turmoil.
All hail Chenriver!
“It’s him, it’s him—it’s our Andrew Han from the Chenriver Stellar System!”
“There are only ten Primevals representing the Hall, and Andrew Han is actually one of them?”
Everyone lost composure, unable to remain calm, as if a towering tsunami had swallowed their hearts.
Even Zhen Gu, the highest‑ranked Void‑Rift‑tier lifeform, seated at the imperial throne, was trembling and unable to speak. His golden eyes flickered with overwhelming fear.
Utterly shocked...
It wasn’t surprise—it was fright.
The immense imperial star itself was trembling slightly; Zhen Gu’s Void Rift aura and the many Stellar Palace auras were nearly thrown into chaos, almost causing the Chenriver Empire to veer off its orbital path!
The entire imperial star was plunged into darkness; sun and moon lost their light.
Even the imperial star’s atmosphere, in the blink of an eye, was riddled with holes. The panicked screams of countless citizens forced Zhen Gu and the others to regain some composure.
Yet...
Even so...
The imperial palace court gleamed in gold and jade...
"This, this is..." Emperor Zhen Gu’s golden eyes narrowed to pinpoints, his lips pale and trembling violently. "Did I see that right? Did we really see that right? He’s the Hall’s representative in battle!"
Who is he?
No need to ask—the answer is clear.
The hall was plunged into a frozen, absolute silence.
After a long pause, Suweng coughed twice. "I think we really don’t need to contact Andrew Han anymore."
As soon as Suweng spoke, countless fearful eyes turned his way, as if looking at a dead man... To disturb Andrew Han at such a critical moment—did he have a death wish?
"Suweng, please be careful with your words!"
"Suweng, mind your language!"
One after another, voices trembled, afraid Suweng might rashly disturb Andrew Han. At that moment, Zhen Gu, seated on the imperial throne, swallowed hard and quietly put away his personal communicator, which he’d been about to use to call Andrew Han.
That’s right.
Even Emperor Zhen Gu felt an unusual sense of dread.
Times change, clouds shift—he could only feel that Andrew Han had transformed overnight into the Primeval combatant, becoming the center of the world, radiating an awe-inspiring, solemn brilliance.
"Gulp."
Zhen Gu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he rubbed his chin and sighed softly.
This was truly a remarkable reunion.
Andrew Han.