Alien Race

Lin Shuyao let out a cold hoot, her expression complicated. "You still don't understand. It's as difficult as ascending to heaven for a commoner to rise up."

"The Tian Yuan Galaxy hasn't been without geniuses rising from commoner backgrounds in the past hundred years, but these people either possess top-tier or higher innate talent, or have an extremely rare comprehension ability, or have received genuine help from a benefactor."

"He has none of these three. Even if his comprehension is slightly higher than average, he is ultimately not from our world."

As she spoke, Lin Shuyao patted her head. "When you start middle school and begin martial arts training, you might encounter some seemingly outstanding commoner geniuses."

"But most of these people are mediocre. After a few more years, those who were once amazing will seem utterly ordinary."

"True top-tier geniuses are mostly as dazzling as comets. For example, Ye Qingfeng from our Third Middle School. Although Chu Kuang has mastered two Great Perfection martial arts, there's still a world of difference between him and these top-tier geniuses."

Lin Shuyao spoke slowly, recalling her middle school days. Back then, Chu Kuang was the third person in the entire school to achieve Great Perfection in basic cultivation techniques.

Many people thought Chu Kuang possessed the comprehension of a top-tier talent, comparable to excellent innate talent, or at the very least, ninth-grade comprehension, especially since Chu Kuang hadn't received any prior tutoring.

At that time, Lin Shuyao also believed Chu Kuang would rise like a comet. Unfortunately, as time passed, Chu Kuang hadn't even achieved Great Perfection in his basic cultivation techniques by high school, already becoming unremarkable.

Thinking of this, Lin Shuyao sighed. "I did have some good feelings for him. But since there's no possibility of a future, it's better to keep my distance from the start."

"Otherwise, a hundred years from now, it would only add to the sorrow."

Lin Shuya shook her head. "He's achieved Great Perfection in two consecutive basic cultivation techniques. Perhaps he was stuck in a rut before, wasting his comprehension, and now he's finally broken through and is experiencing a surge of power?"

"What are you thinking? There aren't that many breakthroughs after accumulated effort."

Lin Shuyao smiled and stopped speaking.

"..."

"Don't go to crowded places."

Chu Kuang walked home, lost in thought as he recalled Lin Shuyao's words.

It was clear that Lin Shuyao seemed to know something, but due to confidentiality, she couldn't directly tell him the secret.

"Boom—"

Just then, a violent explosion suddenly erupted in the distance.

He looked up and saw that in a luxurious villa district far away, a spatial rift suddenly tore open. Then, a group of figures with wings on their backs flew out and swooped towards a villa.

"Winged Race."

Chu Kuang's pupils constricted slightly as he recognized the origin of these beings.

The Winged Race was a native species of the Sirius Domain, one of the many races under the Sirius Civilization.

Back then, the Yan Yuan Human King led his troops into the Tian Yuan Galaxy, and a war broke out in this star system between him and the Sirius Civilization and its allied alien races.

In that battle, the Yan Yuan Human King led his troops to kill a large number of alien races, completely repelling the Sirius Civilization and its allied alien forces.

Most of these alien races retreated with the Sirius Civilization, but many who couldn't escape hid in the Dark Domain of the Tian Yuan Galaxy.

These civilizations mastered the spatial technology to open the Dark Domain. They defended the Dark Domain against humans while frequently opening spatial rifts to launch surprise attacks on the main universe, engaging in arson and plunder.

In the first few decades, these alien races caused immense losses to humanity. Chu Kuang's father lost an arm during one such surprise attack while saving Chu Kuang.

However, in recent years, as humanity gradually gained a foothold in the Dark Domain, the frequency of alien surprise attacks has decreased.

This was mainly because, over time, humans had used mass technological weapons to fortify planets like fortresses. The losses caused by surprise attacks to humans had become increasingly low.

In the Dark Domain, without technological support, these alien races could still contend with humans. But in the main universe, facing humanity's various technological weapons and mechs, even the largest surprise attacks were no longer worth the effort.

"This isn't a surprise attack, but an elite force of the Winged Race."

"Their objective is definitely not simple arson and plunder."

Thoughts flashed through Chu Kuang's mind. He quickly guessed the enemy's target.

Villa district, spatial rift, sudden attack by a small group of elite aliens—combining these keywords, the enemy's objective was self-evident.

"Assassination, decapitation. They're targeting important figures of our human race?"

Chu Kuang was slightly shaken as he noticed the battlefield in the sky change.

In the void, lasers streaked through the air, precisely sniping down alien powerhouses one by one.

But the alien ranks also had their strong fighters. One Winged Race member withstood the laser cannons. Its wings, as if forged from pure gold, broke through countless blockades and shot towards the villa.

"Withstanding laser cannons, this is a Transcendent Realm alien."

Chu Kuang gasped. Aliens in the Transcendent Realm had a minimum Life Level of twenty-one. Such powerhouses possessed base physical strength exceeding one hundred million kilograms, with short-term burst power capable of cutting off rivers.

If he were allowed to rampage into the villa district, he could probably turn the entire area into ruins in a very short time.

"Boom—"

At that very instant, a violent roar echoed from within the villa, and then the Winged Race powerhouse was sent flying backward, bleeding. Even from tens of kilometers away, Chu Kuang could feel the deafening sound.

Following that, eighteen silver-white mechs emerged from the villa, surrounding the alien like eighteen angels trailing light feathers.

"Sky Patrol Armor."

Chu Kuang's pupils contracted slightly. The Sky Patrol Armor was a commonly used Tier 2 armor by humans, forged with Tier 2 alien iron and a large amount of rare materials using human civilization's technology. It was a crystallization of energy and technology.

This armor, piloted by a Mortal Transformation Realm martial artist who had cultivated a battle body, could often contend against Tier 2 Transcendent Realm martial artists.

Below this were Tier 1 armors like Berserk Ape, Vajra, and Po Jun. Above it were Tier 3 top-tier armors, and even Tier 4 legendary armors.

These armors are the crystallization of human civilization, and they are also one of the foundations that allow the human race to suppress alien races in the main universe.

"Eighteen Sky Patrol Armors, you really think highly of me."

At the same time, the alien race in the sky roared. Looking at the eighteen Sky Patrol Armors surrounding him, despair appeared on his face. "Before I die, can you tell me who sold the information?"

"Dead people, why do you need to know too much?"

The man in the lead armor spoke. The sword in his hand erupted with scorching flames, like an angel's sword judging heretics. He slashed towards the alien race with extreme flame source energy.

And at this very moment, the spatial rift suddenly trembled violently, almost as if it were about to completely tear open.

Then, a sky-covering hand stretched out from within, carrying infinite might and grabbing towards the eighteen Sky Patrol Armors, clearly intending to rescue the Transcendent Realm Winged Race expert.

"Clang—"

But at this moment, a blade light slashed down from the end of the sky.

This blade light was thousands of feet long, like a blade that split the heavens, cleaving through the clouds. It descended from the nine heavens, instantly severing that arm.

"Hmph—"

A muffled groan came from the depths of the spatial rift, and then the hand decisively gave up its attack. The cracked space also instantly vanished.

As for the Transcendent Realm Winged Race expert, they were instantly reduced to nothing by the blade's aura.

And at this moment, a voice echoed through the void with regret: "What a pity. I originally wanted to capture an alien prodigy with the potential to reach the Divine Treasury Realm, but I didn't expect an old geezer to make a move from afar."

"You're overthinking it. How could an alien prodigy with that kind of potential risk themselves for a mere top-grade root bone?"

The voices in the void gradually faded. Then, a large number of robots began to repair the battlefield, and all traces of the battle disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Chu Kuang stood in place, recalling the scene of the battle. His heart felt a chill run down his spine, yet he also felt an irrepressible sense of extreme longing.

That single saber strike had split the sky. Even the height of the nine heavens' clouds could not compare to the grandeur and vastness of that strike.

The moment he looked at that strike, it was as if he were gazing upon a god.

"One day, I will also become a powerhouse of that level."

Chu Kuang clenched his fists tightly, deeply shaken by this high-martial era.

Such powerhouses were merely local powerhouses of the Tian Yuan Galaxy. Among the heroes of the human race in the entire Milky Way Galaxy, they might not be considered remarkable. The true foundation of the human race lay within the Milky Way Galaxy itself.

With this shock and longing, Chu Kuang hurried home.

Along the way, he recalled everything he had seen and gained a vague understanding of today's events.

"The aliens' purpose was to kill human prodigies, but there are surrenderists within the alien race."

Chu Kuang murmured in his heart. It was clear that Tian Yuan Galaxy had made thorough preparations for this battle.

They had even accurately calculated the target the Winged Race intended to kill, and had specifically arranged precise protection and ambushes.

The only explanation was that there was a mole arranged by the human race within the alien race, and it was likely someone in a high-ranking position.

In his previous life, Chu Kuang had read many novels about conflicts with alien races, where the human race was usually infiltrated like a sieve. This was the first time he had seen the alien race infiltrated like a sieve by the human race.

But it made sense. For the human race to become one of the overlords of the Milky Way Galaxy, their civilization, social organization, and internal anti-infiltration capabilities must have far surpassed those of ordinary alien races.

With such a foundation and cultural confidence, coupled with a relatively open atmosphere, the possibility of internal powerhouses being infiltrated was naturally extremely low, and it was naturally easy to infiltrate ordinary alien races.

If the members of a civilization were all exploited like cattle, working more than ten hours a day just to barely support themselves, then others wouldn't need to expend much effort to infiltrate; they would defect just for a regular nine-to-five job.

Of course, if human civilization were so unfair internally, it would likely not be able to become an overlord of the Milky Way Galaxy, let alone venture beyond it.

"Only when society is relatively fair internally can the cohesion of civilization be maintained."

Chu Kuang whispered, then suddenly chuckled, "So I've become a major power?"