Lurian hails from the depths of the starry sky, so no matter how forceful Andrew Han becomes, he remains utterly unfazed.
The only thing that truly astonishes him is—
On such a mere native planet, a lifeform has actually cultivated Consciousness Power and condensed intent nodes—thirty-six of them, no less. Under ordinary circumstances, Lurian would not even care.
But the key is that Andrew Han has only cultivated for a little over two years.
“Interesting.”
Lurian glanced at the panicked Netherfiends and Specters, who were shouting in terror. “If these little creatures hadn’t emphasized it a hundred times, why would I ever care about a human from a native planet?”
Long before this, the Netherfiends had already begun to panic.
So they reported to their Lord, briefly recounting Andrew Han’s martial path. Yet Lurian hadn’t paid it any mind.
His gaze swept out toward the cosmic starry sky.
He was like a colossal dragon soaring through the nine heavens, overlooking ants in the dust below—utterly emotionless, with nothing but endless cold indifference... Yet at this moment, even Lurian was surprised.
“No wonder these little creatures are so powerless against him.”
“The quality of his consciousness and intent is astonishingly high. It doesn’t seem to be cultivated, but rather an innate, extraordinary will.”
The black-smoke face known as Lurian floated silently above the glacier.
He watched with genuine interest.
He didn’t care about the deaths of Netherfiends, nor did he bother with the demise of giant Demons.
At least on this Earth, he was the god above all things, reigning from the era of Pangu and Nüwa to the present—watching the rise and fall of clouds, coldly observing the changes of the world.
He—
Had nothing to fear.
No matter how strong Andrew Han became, he only made Lurian feel a faint urge to toy with him—nothing more.
Lurian came from the depths of the starry sky, which was why he could remain so nonchalant. As for the Netherfiends and giant Demons, they were already so terrified their courage nearly shattered—they didn’t dare approach Andrew Han in the slightest.
Watching from afar.
All eyes fixed on him, cautious and wary.
"Human—Andrew Han!"
"We should have killed Andrew Han long ago!"
The Netherfiends, locked in battle with Law Realm guardians, felt an indescribable scorching sun rising, as if an endless power had suddenly thrust them up to the very edge of the sky.
It was no exaggeration.
Even the battle zones of Supreme Saints paled in comparison to Andrew Han's.
He had become the center of the world. Not only did the giant Demons and Netherfiends keep their guard up, but Law Realm guardians felt their fighting spirit surge, sweeping away any despair. Across the globe, everyone watching the satellite feed felt a deep sense of awe.
"We can win!"
"Humanity will definitely win!"
People stared at their screens, not daring to relax for a moment, watching as Andrew Han charged alone through the encirclement of upper-class Netherfiends and giant Demons.
Like war chariots of iron, thundering across frozen rivers—his path pierced the icy wilds of Antarctica!
With the desperate deaths of Netherfiends, he struck terror into their ranks; with the blood of giant Demons, he shocked their kind. No matter how savage or frenzied, in this life-and-death struggle he forged an indomitable spirit, carving out countless miles of clarity for the human world.
From this day forward—
All people would call him—Han! Supreme!
......
No one dared blink, no one dared move. Above Antarctica, the death battle raged on.
Andrew Han unleashed everything he had—utterly terrifying!
Inner Origin roared, white clouds thundered, and the frozen Antarctic landscape was painted with wild, surreal spectacle. Rings of light seemed to expand slowly, but in truth, they surged like tsunamis ten thousand feet high.
The mighty aftershocks swept in all directions!
A blazing, majestic aura blanketed the entire battlefield!
"Consciousness! Star-Map!"
"Inner Origin! Law-Gate!"
Andrew Han silently recited in his heart—this was the sum of all his strength.
He strode forward, evolving the radiance of Consciousness, rose to wield his brilliant Star-Map, struck with fists infused with Super-Solid Inner Origin, and unleashed one Law-Gate after another.
Wind and Frost Saber and Sword—ten thousand swords unleashed, sword-light like a river, a single saber splitting the ages!
Firmament Rising Sun—blazing sun suspended high, crystalline Consciousness spinning, its light sweeping across the ends of the earth!
Feathered Ascension to the Ninth Heaven Gate.
Miles Ning's final gift—the rarest body-art Law-Gate.
Though Law Realm guardians stood united and shared their Law-Gates, each one was born from painstaking effort and consumed enormous spirit—none could be mastered by all.
Just like martial arts, each Law-Gate had its own suitability.
Forcing oneself to practice was useless; for Law Realm guardians, the Law-Gate that fit them best was always the strongest.
Swish!
Andrew Han moved like a streak of light, flickering without pause.
Step by step he pressed forward, leaping into the air—his figure sometimes fell like a meteor, sometimes pierced the heights, as he darted among giant Demons and Netherfiends.
Danger lurked everywhere.
Life and death cycled endlessly.
No matter how the Netherfiends raged and howled, they could never touch Andrew Han—thirty-six layers of Star-Map had become a radiant river encircling him, repelling all ghost energy and dividing the battlefield into two worlds.
It was like a luminous halo of a saint!
Even the upper-class Netherfiends were helpless, unable to do anything to Andrew Han.