Su Bai gave his interface one final glance.
After condensing ten strands of law.
A prompt appeared on the interface.
[Name]: Su Bai [Race]: Human Race [Realm]: Void Refining Realm (Yet to Undergo Tribulation) [Spirit Root Talent]: Heaven Spiritual Root (Water)
His gaze finally settled on the [Sword Dao Talent] section.
It had already changed.
[Sword Dao Talent]: Myriad Transformations Sword Dao (Heaven-tier three stars, Ten Strands of Law)
Heaven-tier.
Su Bai's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the game called [Ascend to Immortality] from his previous life, he had seen the words "Heaven-tier" countless times.
It was a mark of transcending the mundane and touching the Great Dao—the ultimate talent countless players dreamed of.
Heaven-tier talents were divided into stars.
One star was the lowest, while the upper limit knew no bounds.
Strands of law represented quantity, while Heaven-tier stars represented quality.
The star rating represented the degree to which a cultivator had strengthened a law of this Dao. It represented the refinement and purity of their strands of law, and among cultivators of the same rank, it determined who could gain the upper hand when laws collided.
Star ratings were exceedingly difficult to raise.
Most Void Refining cultivators spent their entire lives condensing quite a few strands of law, yet the Heaven-tier talent they ultimately forged was no more than one star.
Those who reached two stars were already rare geniuses, enough to earn a modest reputation in the Spirit Realm.
As for those who reached three stars...
Su Bai did not know.
But he knew that the moment he condensed strands of law, [Myriad Transformations Sword Dao] had already been three stars.
This alone showed just how formidable this Dao talent was.
What concerned him even more was that line of small text—
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