Within Human Territory, at the heart of the subordinate Quibeasts Race, mountains so immense they nearly obscure the starry sky rise unfathomably high and wide. Layer upon layer of wondrous peaks encircle a gigantic valley, where fragrant grass and trees flourish, ancient statues stand, and countless strands of radiant mist weave together into a grand Neon Avenue.
From afar, the view is breathtaking.
It is as if the heavens themselves have woven this tapestry: curtains of radiant mist hang down, and the sea of stars stands still. Eternal neon, entwined like rainbows and halos of stars, forms a delicate fabric—spun by the sun, moon, and cosmic axis—manifesting this avenue that stretches across star fog and mountains.
A masterpiece of the starry sky—truly a work of divine craftsmanship.
The most dazzling Neon Avenue, as if crafted by heaven and earth itself.
Whoosh!
Born naturally, the Neon Avenue forms in an instant, surging forth in radiant glory.
Whoosh!
Inside, dazzling lights flow and swirl; innumerable intricate beams form its foundation, while thousands of brilliant colors reflect the scenery outside. Its surface ripples and churns, boiling like volcanic magma.
Whoosh!
This is the Quibeasts’ unique way of welcoming honored guests—their highest ceremonial standard, reserved for the grandest occasions. Like a radiant tapestry, the Neon Avenue bursts forth from the core valley, crossing towering mountains and drifting through star mist, finally extending to rest beneath Andrew Han’s Green Mountain Robe-clad feet, where it settles and remains motionless.
Quibeasts.
In the dim heights above, white hair streaming, Andrew Han nodded calmly in greeting.
Though his expression remained composed, a storm raged within him. At last, he understood: even a third-rate life race could possess extraordinary qualities, awe-inspiring and formidable—where, then, was weakness to be found?
Indeed.
Andrew Han uttered these two words, a flash of gold-red light passing through his eyes.
Reflecting on himself, Andrew sighed inwardly. He had once looked down on third-rate life races—fanciful notions born of ignorance, failing to see their true nature. As one of Humanity’s many subordinate races, the Quibeasts might seem weak and humble, but only in comparison to the full might of the Human Race.
Humanity’s strength belongs to the race, not to every individual. Andrew Han was but one among the Star‑Sky Humans; even as an Eternal King, he had no right to scorn third-rate life races—for each held the power to destroy worlds.
At that moment, beside him, Lu Yang—his brow marked by a deep violet flame—sent a silent transmission: “This is the Quibeasts’ unique reception method. They feed on radiant mist, and the Neon Avenue before you is woven from vast amounts of it.”
“This radiant mist is precious and rare.”
I heard this is a special way to welcome Humans. If the Neon Avenue isn't damaged, they can reuse it after the ceremony.
Lu Yang, Andrew's path-protector, quietly explained beside him.
Andrew Han walked normally, hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips. The Neon Avenue trembled beneath his steps, but remained intact. The Quibeasts below let out a collective sigh of relief.
Andrew Han smiled, hands behind his back, and stepped forward.
Thud.
His right foot landed on the edge of the Neon Avenue, marking the ceremonial starting point. The avenue’s beginning resembled the cycle of reincarnation, radiant mist surging endlessly. As the mist passed the entry, it seemed to retract and flow gently back.
Thud.
He took another step forward.
Now Andrew Han stood fully atop the Neon Avenue, feeling its soft warmth beneath his feet. At the same time, he sensed countless nervous gazes from below focusing on him.
The Quibeasts were so tense that their circular body rings raised slightly, as if the whole valley was holding its breath in anticipation.
They waited anxiously, worried and expectant.
Both urgent and hopeful.
Ah!
Look closely!
Just hope this Human guest doesn't deliberately damage the Neon Avenue, so they can eat it later! The strange six-legged Quibeasts raised their heads, drooling with desire but too afraid to offend.
They feed on radiant mist.
They also cultivate and evolve with radiant mist.
The higher the grade of radiant mist, the greater its effect. The Quibeasts gazed up obediently, some bodies taut, some unable to bear watching, others quietly whimpering.
This is...
A look of surprise flashed in Andrew Han's eyes, then he smiled wryly: "These Quibeasts are terrified I'll ruin their Neon Avenue. They're watching me with such anxious devotion."