Inside the Primeval Gate Famous Masters Pavilion, Wade Wu II, whose white hair flows three thousand zhang long, gathered his gaze, piercing through layer upon layer of walls to watch Andrew Han as he handled the relevant formalities. In those eyes flickered a trace of nearly imperceptible surprise and speculation, as if something had occurred to him.
However.
Wade Wu II did not speak; he truly could not be certain.
Beside him, the black-clad woman pointed toward the final assessment space separated by only a wall: "Lord Wu, Andrew Han has passed the final assessment, and next is Serena Huang. Serena and Andrew entered the Primeval Gate almost simultaneously; their potential is nearly equal."
She favored Andrew Han, but was even more optimistic about Serena Huang.
"Oh?" Wade Wu II glanced at Serena Huang, who stood within the assessment space.
He watched, quietly observing, until Serena Huang smoothly passed. Only then did the corners of his mouth lift slightly: "Serena Huang is not bad. However, this generation of Primeval Gate is far inferior to mine. The Cosmic Dawn List of the myriad star races is about to be published, and the average strength of the Archaic Hall's Primevals is still lacking."
The sixth to eighth layers of the Flame-Heritage Mountains correspond to the Primeval level.
The sixth, seventh, and eighth layers—each mountain represents an entirely new tier.
So far, most Primeval Geniuses are at the level of the sixth or seventh layer of the Flame-Heritage Mountains. As for the eighth layer, throughout the entire Primeval Gate, those who have reached it are few and far between.
This fact cannot be denied.
And strictly speaking, only those who have cleared the eighth layer of the Flame-Heritage Mountains are qualified to pass the Human Race verification, participate in the competition for the Cosmic Dawn List, and have a chance to become famous across the universe, imprinting the Human Race's prestige upon the boundless starry sky.
Simply put.
Anyone below the eighth layer stands no chance.
The black-clad woman naturally understood this, and could not help but sigh: "Fortunately, we have Howard Gu. Besides, there are still several decades before the Cosmic Dawn List is published; our Archaic Hall's Primevals still have a fair amount of time."
Primeval Howard Gu—currently the strongest Primeval—will surely rank among the top of the Cosmic Dawn List.
"Howard Gu?" Wade Wu II looked at the black-clad woman with a strange expression.
"Is something wrong, Lord Wu?" the black-clad woman asked respectfully.
Wade Wu II's expression was odd: "Howard Gu has already touched upon an exceptional opportunity to advance to Cosmos Union Tier. He is preparing to reshape his own innate talent and launch a final assault toward the Eternal King."
What!?
The black-clad woman was stunned.
You have to understand, according to the unified classification of the Spark-Heritage Zone of the Human Supreme Hall: Starlight Tier, Stellar Palace Tier, and Void Rift Tier are collectively known as the Foundation Three Realms—the fundamental stages for Geniuses.
Once you reach Cosmos Union Tier, you are no longer called a Genius.
At Cosmos Union Tier, innate talent becomes fixed, and Genius level is permanently set for life.
"I thought you knew," Wade Wu II waved his hand, gazing into the distance, watching Andrew Han and Serena Huang leave the Famous Masters Pavilion.
With white hair drifting behind him, Wade Wu II strolled leisurely to the deepest part of the Primeval Gate Famous Masters Pavilion. This was a corner piled high with miscellaneous items and discarded cultivation equipment, utterly different from the bright and pristine main areas of the Pavilion. The lighting was dim, no one paid it any mind, and it felt cold and deserted.
Knock, knock.
Wade Wu II bent his finger and tapped forward.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary; everything was normal. Then the space transformed, like a circular mirror.
It was as if a stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves—Wade Wu II’s knock made the space ripple, sending out crisp echoes. There was actually a hidden, overlapping space here, filled with wisps of deep purple mist. From within came a low, almost indiscernible voice: "Wade Wu II."
"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. Won’t you invite me in for a seat?" Wade Wu II sighed, both nostalgic and wistful.
Silence.
A silence as profound as the sound of great music.
Within the concealed space, deep purple mist churned with boundless power, yet there was not a trace of sound—like the deep, turbulent roar of an ocean current, its heavy pressure enough to make Void Rift Tier beings collapse: "Now even you, Wade Wu II, dare to come here and mock me? Do you really think I am someone anyone can bully?"
Wade Wu II paused, then smiled wryly: "Back then, you nearly ascended to the supreme Heaven-Venerable seat—who would dare mock you? I certainly wouldn’t."
"Hmph."
The deep purple mist space trembled twice, then split open with a massive fissure.
......
The Primeval Gate Famous Masters Pavilion was busy and bustling; no one paid special attention to Wade Wu II. Moreover, Wade Wu II concealed his steps and presence, so most Famous Masters assumed he had quietly left the Primeval Gate, not wishing to attract attention.
"Cosmic Eternal Realm peak, huh."
"Even among the ranks of the strong, Lord Wu is still an absolute powerhouse." The black-clad woman murmured in admiration, then turned to another Famous Master to discuss official matters: "Serena Huang and Andrew Han have completed Primeval Training. According to standard procedure, I'll organize the records and report everything to the Spark-Heritage Zone so their first Primeval Duty can be arranged."
This was the black-clad woman's responsibility.
But since she had just taken over, she needed to consult the advice of other Famous Masters.
"Go ahead and arrange it," the other Famous Master nodded.
The first Primeval Duty, without dispute, would certainly be in the Chaos Star System.
Unless Serena Huang or Andrew Han drew the attention of a Supreme Existence, and a special channel was opened for them, leading to the vast worlds beyond Human Territory.
However.
Such situations were extremely rare; over all these years, they could be counted on one hand.
The Famous Master said, "I think you don't need to be nervous—relax a little. In my opinion, Serena Huang and Andrew Han don't have the potential to reach the Eternal-King Tier. We Primeval-Gate Famous Masters are even rarer than Primeval Geniuses."
"Alright," the black-clad woman replied.
She stood still for a moment, lost in thought, then hurried to her own office.
She returned to her office and sat down in her chair.
Ding-dong, ding-dong. The black-clad woman lightly tapped the materialized virtual screen, submitting the detailed files and evaluation reports for Serena Huang and Andrew Han to the Spark-Heritage Zone. Soon after, she received the standard reply: "Primeval Training passed. First Duty now approved..."
"Reside in the Chaos Star System for at least half a star-year."
"Chaos Star System Confidential Regulations, Chaos Star System Management Norms, Chaos Star System Structural Details—please note, only Primevals are permitted access."
"Received," the black-clad woman replied, finally letting out a sigh of relief. "Primeval Serena, Primeval Andrew—must stay in the Chaos Star System for half a star-year. Looks like the first Duty is relatively safe, not too risky."
"When it comes to the second and third Duty, it definitely won't be this simple anymore."
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Moreover, the frequency of Primeval Duties will only keep increasing, leaving little free time—Primevals are basically always busy fulfilling their assignments.
Thinking of this, the black-clad woman frowned, tapping her fingers on the dark office desk.
A low voice echoed.
Clearly, she was pondering a certain issue.
The office was enveloped in tranquility; occasionally, a Famous Master would pass by the doorway, their presence flickering, the atmosphere serene.
After a long while.
The black-clad woman finally made a decision: "I am applying to grant Andrew Han a short-term leave. Reason: he is extremely young and is suffering from strong homesickness."
Ding-dong.
The Spark-Heritage Zone responded.
The virtual screen flickered, characters floated into view—two bold words: Approved.
......
At the Primeval Gate, on the Life-Death Star, Andrew Han, who had returned to his manor to prepare for secluded cultivation, received a series of messages from the black-clad woman.
"The first Duty has finally been issued."
Andrew Han, dressed in aqua-green battle armor and carrying a long blade, glanced at his Star-Gate Martial Communicator, then set aside both the armor and blade.
Battle armor and long blade were standard issue.
It should be noted that Primeval Training includes weapons training. Although Andrew Han was not in the habit of using weapons, he still showed basic respect for local customs: "I still don't understand what use weapons have. Once I master Stellar Palace-tier martial arts, my body itself will be a cosmic wonder—only extraordinarily rare artifacts will actually enhance my strength."
All weapons, in the end, are external objects.
Back on Earth, in Huaguo, ancient martial artists used weapons.
Modern martial artists have long since understood the true meaning of martial arts: to unlock the body's potential and reach the strongest self, without relying on weapons or other external objects... But when one is relatively weak, weapons are still needed.
On this point, Andrew Han was objective: "Analyze each situation specifically."
First, let's see what the content of the first Duty is.
Lowering his head and stroking his chin, Andrew Han focused his gaze on the screen of his Star-Gate Martial Communicator.
Whoosh, whoosh.
A gentle breeze brushed his face; the sunlight seemed dim.
The manor was exceptionally quiet. Exotic flowers and rare grasses exuded a faint fragrance, and the fresh air occasionally swirled into tiny vortices. Storms, thunder, rain, and snow were luxuries here; only the eternal sunlight shone, illuminating the joy and excitement on Andrew Han's face.
"Short vacation!"
"I can go home! Home!!"
Andrew Han's excitement made his eyes twitch; he completely ignored the details about the Chaos Star System.
Swish.
With a single sliding step, he moved as swift as lightning—his form shifted eighty-three times, weaving through the main hall and darting around his luggage.
At the manor entrance, Victor Wu, wearing his ten-meter-tall hat, looked on in confusion: "???"
"What's going on?"
"Why is His Highness Andrew Han so excited? Did something great happen?" Victor Wu took off his hat and scratched his head, utterly baffled.
Whatever could make a Primeval so excited...
It must be some world-shaking opportunity.
Victor Wu quietly speculated but dared not ask further. He could only watch as Andrew Han, with astonishing speed, darted back and forth countless times, missing nothing, and in an instant packed every item needed for his trip home.
"Mission accomplished!"
Andrew Han picked up his many bags, ready to go home.
Such terrifying efficiency was truly the result of Primeval Training.
Primeval Training had nearly molded Andrew Han into a flawless Stellar Palace-tier lifeform, enhancing all his qualities and making him better suited to the unpredictable dangers of the cosmic starry sky.
"Set out immediately, no delays allowed." Andrew Han stowed his aqua-green battle armor and long blade in the main hall, grabbed a cup of exotic fruit juice, downed it in two gulps, and finally scanned the hall three times to check everything.
Boom.
The main hall doors closed tightly, sealed shut.
Andrew Han, now in a white short-sleeve shirt, strode toward the manor entrance. "Victor Wu, I'm going home."
"Huh? Your Highness is going home?"
Victor Wu was a bit stunned. He opened his mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say.
From the moment Andrew Han returned, checked the messages on his Star-Gate Martial Communicator, decided to go home, packed his bags, and stood at the manor entrance—all of this took only about three minutes.
"That's right."
"Going home."
His eyes shone gold-red. Andrew Han's tone was distant, gazing at the still, dark red star of life and death, as if looking toward an even brighter future.
......
The short-term vacation went smoothly, without a hitch.
Andrew Han left the Primeval Gate, traveled to the Spark-Heritage Zone's teleportation facility, returned to the Yalu Star Sector of the Universal Ancient Nation, then back to the Milky Way, and finally to his beautiful blue home planet, Earth.
Three months.
He stayed for a full three months.
For Andrew Han, this was already an incredibly precious stretch of time. After all, a Primeval must fulfill duties and responsibilities, and cannot take leave at will.
Though he was reluctant to leave, as the days passed, Andrew Han had to return to the Spark-Heritage Zone of the Archaic Hall. His first Duty was still waiting, and Serena Huang had already begun hers.
Head to the Chaos Star System and reside there for half a star-year.
No restriction on location, no restriction on living arrangements, no restriction on personal freedom... The content of this initial Duty piqued Andrew Han's interest.
The star system named 'Chaos' is actually one of the most important in Human Territory, involving the race's fallback plan, final hope, and the lofty ideal of humanity's eternal survival.
This was a vital precaution for the Starry Sky Human Race.
In short—
The Chaos Star System and the Human Race are like Noah's Ark and the Western nations of blue Earth.
......
Returning to the Spark-Heritage Zone of the Archaic Hall, Andrew Han wasted no time and flew straight to the Primeval Gate.
Swish.
A blue arc of light hung in the pale red void. His peak Starlight-tier martial arts were nearing Stellar Palace-tier. Besides the 'Chaos Seal' and 'Glazed Sword' mysteries, Andrew Han was working on mastering even more profound traits.
He usually focused on martial arts and rarely used soul powers.
Passing through the Primeval Gate's entrance, he sped along for another half a day, finally arriving at the Famous Masters' Pavilion.
"Let's begin."
Andrew Han murmured softly, walking toward the pavilion entrance.
Just then—
Not far away, a figure in gold and silver robes seemed to tremble all over, his voice fervent as he whispered: "You probably wouldn't have guessed, but I, Nan Xiangcun, am here too!"
"Hahaha!"
Nan Xiangcun strode forward two steps, landing directly in front of Andrew Han, his proud expression brimming with indescribable satisfaction and pride: "What ten star-years? I only needed a little bit of time, just a little!"
He held his index finger and thumb together, making it impossible to see any gap.
Just as he said.
Just a little bit.
As the prince of the Southern Holy Ancient Nation, Primeval genius Nan Xiangcun dusted off his luxurious robes, regarded Andrew Han, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of golden teeth: "Andrew Han, be honest. At this moment, in this place, seeing me—what do you think?"
Andrew Han looked at Nan Xiangcun, momentarily speechless.
This guy must be a little crazy...
What do I think? What could I possibly think...
"Mm, Nan Xiangcun."
Andrew Han pondered, his words sincere: "It's really been a long time."