"What?"
"A normal Void Rift Tier?"
Even though he had received the news long ago, when the moment truly arrived, the Yarlowe Star-King still found it hard to believe.
How exalted and powerful is the Primeval tier.
He remembered that, years ago, he too had once been a member of the Primeval Star Gate.
So he understood even more clearly what the concept of 'Primeval' truly meant.
But if one compares objectively, the Yarlowe Star-King was never a match for Primeval Andrew Han. He stopped at the seventh layer of the Flame-Heritage Mountain, was denied entry to the eighth, and was never nominated in the Spark-Heritage Zone as a Paragon of the Age.
And now.
Is Primeval Andrew Han no longer a Primeval?
"Impossible!"
The Yarlowe Star-King glanced at the Ancient King of the Cosmos, then stared at Andrew Han, whose eyes remained closed. "Forgive me, but I cannot believe it."
He was being questioned face to face.
The Ancient King did not become angry. He simply waved his hand, neither affirming nor denying: "This is the truth, whether you believe it or not."
As the Ancient King, he felt regret.
But the Yarlowe Star-King was consumed by deep self-blame.
The surrounding starfield was silent. Before him, Andrew Han sat cross-legged, advancing to the Void Rift Tier. Strands of emotion called regret began to spread and grow in his heart.
"If only..."
The Yarlowe Star-King took a deep breath. "If I hadn't rushed to intercept and kill the Light Clan, but instead prioritized helping Andrew Han evacuate from the Tianchen Stellar System, avoiding the Light Clan crisis and escorting him to the center of the Yarlowe Sector, would this have happened?"
It sounded like a mutter to himself.
Yet it also seemed as if he were seeking an answer.
The Yarlowe Star-King, clad in silver robes, turned his head toward the blue Earth, silent save for the flash of shame in his eyes.
"Of course not."
The Ancient King curled his lips, offering no comfort.
Now he regretted it. What had he been thinking before? He had personally given the order and pleaded, only to be firmly rejected by the Yarlowe Star-King.
"Forget it."
The Ancient King could only sigh, "Since it's already happened, don't dwell on it too much."
"Mm."
The Yarlowe Star-King nodded, standing in the starry sky. Ripples of energy flared around him, but he suppressed them all, afraid of disturbing Andrew Han.
Those energy ripples...
...were a sign of the Yarlowe Star-King's turbulent emotions.
He still remembered the valor of the Primeval Life-and-Death War, when Andrew Han, the last of the Archaic Primevals, stepped onto the stage and killed two Hu-Gu Race Primevals in a single blow each.
"No, that's not right!"
The Yarlowe Star-King said in a low voice, "How could a Primeval Paragon like Andrew Han be so fragile?"
Everything has its limits. Even if Andrew Han's temperament was extremely weak, at most he would have fallen from Primeval to Primordial tier.
How could he have fallen all the way to the bottom in an instant?
A collapse of talent like this is almost impossible.
With that thought, the Yarlowe Star-King's gaze swept coldly in all directions: "There must be more to this than meets the eye."
"Ancient King."
"Please permit me to personally interrogate everyone involved. Arrest them all, no exceptions, regardless of their status." The Yarlowe Star-King's face was like frost, his piercing gaze almost cutting through the darkness of space.
Witnessing this scene.