The galaxy trembled, sun and moon lost their light, and only Andrew Han’s fierce grasp seemed to encompass dominion over the four corners of the cosmos.
“Primal-Ancient Heaven-King?”
Not only did Andrew Han possess the complete might of a Primal-Ancient Heaven-King, but also mysterious powers omnipresent, bolstering him as a Human.
Facing Andrew Han’s grasp, the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend observed calmly, secretly analyzing, not the least concerned about its head being caught in his palm. With the strength of an Immortal body at the Cosmos Eternal Realm, even unmoving, what was there to fear? True immortality means not only endless life, but a noble essence of existence.
Whether it struggled or not for the moment...
Even if it were asleep, letting Andrew Han do as he pleased, he absolutely could not harm it! This was the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend’s confidence after knocking on the gates of immortality—power is power, but accumulation of quantity can never rival a leap in quality.
To repel, to wound, to kill—three entirely different concepts, with a gulf between each greater than one could imagine.
If Andrew Han were at the peak of Cosmos Union, perhaps it would be more cautious.
But unfortunately...
The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend pondered silently...
“Hm?”
A cold gleam flashed in Andrew Han’s eyes. Who gave this Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend such blind courage to not even defend itself?
“Courting death!!”
His killing intent erupted in full; Andrew Han’s fingers clenched, and he felt every objective thing in all directions lending him strength. The River of Fate descended upon him—fortune and the powers of heaven and earth converged!
In this moment, Andrew Han was like the incarnation of the universe itself—a true deity governing the birth and death of all things.
He grabbed the massive head of the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend and smashed it toward the Savage Dragon Behemoth, then hurled it hard into the vacuum again and again—up and down, side to side, a brutal spectacle reminiscent of Ning Moli reborn, expressionless as she thrashed a rag doll.
The planetary system exploded!
Light, sound, sweeping shockwaves—even the radiance of sun, moon, and stars—all plunged into darkness, spacetime devolving into chaos.
???
The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend was stunned, its swaying immortal body sending its mood plummeting into a frigid abyss.
Crack! Crack! Clear as day, fissures spread across the surface of its head, erupting in bursts of shattering sound.
“I—I—I am an Immortal One...”
Injured?
Imagination is always beautiful, but reality is often cruel. The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend was utterly shocked.
How could such a thing happen?
A mere human, just stepping into the Cosmos Union Tier, could wound me? It makes no sense. For a Primal-Ancient Heaven-King, the Transcendent Union is just a transitional phase, but Cosmos Union has five stages, and Andrew Han is clearly at the first. How could he break through so many realm barriers?
Crack!
Another explosive blow—waves of pain radiated from its head, jolting it awake and frightening the nearby Savage Dragon Behemoth.
Perhaps...
A living Heavenly Lord at the Cosmos Union Tier is no more than this!
The Savage Dragon Behemoth twisted its massive body, floating in the vacuum as its killing intent slowly faded away.
It sighed, abandoning all futile resistance. According to the original plan, they had only a few fleeting moments to strike. This was Human Territory—surely Human Supremes, maybe even a Heavenly Lord, were watching Andrew Han from afar.
This ambush was meant to catch him off guard, with the highest-priority mission being to disrupt Andrew Han’s realm advancement. Killing him was only a distant hope—unlikely, but if possible, it would be ideal.
The primary objective was to sabotage his breakthrough. The secondary was to cause chaos.
Neither their own kind nor their overlords ever truly expected to kill Andrew Han.
It's over.
Too late. Defeated. Even the Savage Dragon Behemoth’s eyes were turning pale. One failed strike meant total failure, though it was unclear why the Humans hadn’t responded yet.
The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend shrieked, “No!!”
They had struggled for countless ages to become Immortal Ones, only to be countered by a mere human at the initial Cosmos Union Tier. Their hearts chilled—was a lifetime of cultivation all for nothing?
Impossible.
Unacceptable.
Since death was inevitable this time, the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend broke free from Andrew Han’s grasp in an instant: “You forced me!”
It had once lived for its race, but now it would live for itself. It would never tolerate being comprehensively suppressed by a mere human who had just entered the Cosmos Union Tier.
This was about the dignity of life—an unyielding immortal honor, the culmination of a lifetime of cultivation...
Boom!!!
That radiant figure, wreathed in golden-red soul power, charged headlong as if carrying the entire sky to collide.
Spacetime shattered, all things resounded, and nearly a hundred light-years of vacuum fell into darkness—only a single dazzling wave of light remained, instantly piercing all. It was Andrew Han’s fist descending.
At the Cosmos Union Tier, Andrew Han needed no secret arts; every move was perfect, effortless power overwhelming the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend, who could not counter. Such slaughter had no fixed pattern to follow.
“Open! Open!”
The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend’s face contorted in a snarl as it spread its wings with all its might, stirring up an apocalypse-level storm.
Yet nothing could stop Andrew Han’s explosive charge; every external factor, macro and micro, lent him invisible aid. With his own immense power, he pierced the raging storm in an instant, arriving directly before the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend.
He raised both arms.
Forming a cross.
In a flash, Andrew Han’s figure flickered, leaving only an afterimage behind. Terrifying shockwaves spun into vortices, radiating outward in rippling circles, dissolving ordinary vacuum wherever they passed.
Boom!!!
Andrew Han met the Whitebird head-on, challenging the immortal fiend of the starry sky with raw force!
Boom! Boom! In an instant, a million collisions; vacuum matter shattered into particles, and barren aftershocks were born at each impact.
Splurt.
The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with finely fragmented, materialized law shards.
The laws it had comprehended were completely powerless before the River of Fate’s blessing—this was the Fiend’s greatest humiliation. The defining trait of the Cosmos Eternal Realm is mastery of starry sky laws, but against Andrew Han, that advantage vanished utterly.
“Fate!”
“How did you comprehend it?”
The Law of Fate belongs exclusively to the Shenro Clan. The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend’s voice twisted, hoarse and low, pressing for answers.
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After a brief, fierce battle, it roughly gauged Andrew Han’s strength—slightly weaker than an Immortal One, but with the River of Fate, he could nullify their law advantage.
Is it a higher level of fate’s favor? Or the condensation and manifestation of the Law of Fate itself? Of the three thousand starry sky laws, Fate ranks second. Even in death, let me at least understand—how can a flesh-and-blood Human master fate?
“Hahaha! Shenro! Shenro!”
Someone has stolen your clan’s foundational power! Did you hear? Did you hear?
The Whitebird spread its wings, roaring madly, while the Savage Dragon Behemoth silently watched from not far away.
Both of them understood.
At this point, the Humans of the starry sky would never let this news leak out.
Sigh.
The Savage Dragon Behemoth floated in the vacuum, unmoving, with no intention of helping its fellow Whitebird.
It lacked the strength, and even more, the will. It simply did not want to spend the last moments of its long life sharpening Andrew Han. In the end, silence was preferable to one final outburst.
For them, serving as someone’s whetstone was the deepest humiliation—even death brought no peace.
“I refuse!”
“I don’t believe it!”
The Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend was nearly hysterical, throwing itself at Andrew Han with reckless abandon, its endless wings closing in, determined to drag him to death even as its body split apart. Yet despite all its effort, it could not harm Andrew Han.
The battle raged on.
They clashed and fought madly, their struggle carrying them thousands of light-years into the dark vacuum.
“This...”
The Whitebird was gravely wounded, and Andrew Han bled as well. His pure white eyes betrayed a hint of astonishment: “The Cosmos Eternal Realm is even stronger than I imagined. Even summoning the River of Fate from afar can’t kill it.”
He struck again; the starry sky twisted, nearly collapsing as he crushed the Whitebird.
“Break! Break! Break!”
Though Andrew Han tore apart the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend’s milk-white, sky-shrouding wings, ripping them forcefully and spilling immortal blood across the stars, he was still far from truly killing it.
Just then—
A roar echoed from the distant stars; time itself froze. Lu Yang, Andrew Han’s Path-Protector, blood-soaked and sword in hand, burst from subspace into normal vacuum.
“Stop!”
Lu Yang drew his sword a billion times, stacking them into three perfect strikes—three arcs of sword-light shielding the surrounding star systems.
“Hahaha!”
Three Nether Clan beings laughed madly, their ghostly bodies shattering as they simultaneously self-destructed.
The universe fell silent.
Terror, darkness, despair—countless aftershocks began to spread, like a deep-sea tsunami sweeping the world, or a sky-piercing tornado annihilating all life. Nothing could stop the desolate shockwaves unleashed by the Nether Clan’s self-destruction.
“That is...”
Andrew Han instinctively turned to look. His soul sense stretched to its limit, faintly perceiving an incomparable darkness descending, silent ripples dragging this region of space into a Nether hell, calamity waves of whisper, murmur, and crazed laughter enveloping the entire star system.
Enveloping the five core star systems of the Grand Epoch Sect Zone.
Death ripples spread outward.
“This is bad...”
Just as the thought flashed through Andrew Han’s mind, gentle ripples like flowing water appeared before him, sweeping across everything—engulfing Andrew Han, the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend, and the Savage Dragon Behemoth. The unstoppable disaster erupted across the star system!
Nothing remained unbroken!
Everything exploded!
Even Andrew Han, as a Primal-Ancient Heaven-King at the Cosmos Union Tier, faced the threat of annihilation. Without the River of Fate’s blessing, the sweeping self-destruction ripples could have gravely wounded him with the slightest touch.
Andrew Han was in danger, and so was the Whitebird Starry Sky Fiend; even an immortal body trembled.
Even the Cosmos Eternal Realm could barely withstand it, let alone ordinary beings. As the barren aftershocks extinguished star systems one by one, it was as if shining lights were snuffed out, endless darkness expanding forever.
Stars shattered, vacuum blurred—only absolute stillness remained.
A second or two passed—yet it felt like an entire era—before a light finally appeared overhead.
“Nether Clan!!”
A roar, a thunderclap—an endless ocean of lightning appeared, erasing all shockwaves.
King of the Ancient Kingdom!
Qin Yi, Ancient King of the Cosmos!