What had he just heard?
The Star Scholars whom countless people had failed to find after exploring the universe—was the Star Spirit civilization really born the way this man described? Could that possibly be true?
Wang Chengbo looked at the person opposite him in horror, wondering what the man hoped to gain by deceiving a child like him. But honestly, after a year of education at the Cosmic Scholars Academy, he really did not want to believe this.
"So, what will you choose, young man?" The lazy-looking man gazed leisurely at Wang Chengbo.
"What will happen if I don't choose you?"
"Nothing will happen." The man shook his head. "I'm not as overbearing as the others. If you need it, and for the sake of you being the descendant of someone I once knew, I can even help you leave."
"Can you help me and my friends leave together?" Wang Chengbo hurriedly asked.
"That won't do." The man shook his head. "Your two friends have extraordinary backgrounds, especially the one wearing the Heavenly Armor. To be honest, as your senior, I still advise you to stay away from her. The great calamity is coming. If an existence like her gets drawn into the vortex, it isn't something a fellow like you can withstand."
Background?
"Senior, I still have another question."
"Go ahead."
"You said I'm the descendant of someone you knew. But since you understand me so well, you should also know that the genes in our bodies were all transplanted, right?"
"Transplanted?" Boyi Kao set down his teacup with a laugh. "Why do you think all the genes of you D-Earthlings have a hundred percent fusion rate? Why do you think the genes of Dragon King Rank beings and Elf Emperors just happened to appear in the cheap wholesale