"Chu Heng, a Sovereign?"
Huang Tian had never heard of the plain-robed old man with the staff, but he had long since learned from the virtual universe that Sovereigns were stronger than the rulers of the various universe nations!
Only humanity's greatest powers—the Supreme Virtual Company, the Civilization Pioneering Army, Galaxy Bank, and a few others—had Sovereign-level experts!
They were the pillars that steadied humanity amid the waves. Without them, humanity could never have become one of the universe's five greatest races!
The universe was vast beyond measure. Its races numbered in the hundreds of millions, differing only in size. Whether a race could stand at the universe's summit depended on whether it had a Sovereign to hold the fort!
Without a Sovereign-level expert, a race would be bullied by others no matter how many Supremes it had. It would have no choice but to attach itself to a powerful race like humanity or the Prison Clan.
But with even one Sovereign to hold the fort, a race would have some standing in the universe and could at least preserve a measure of independence.
Looks like I caused quite a stir, to draw a Sovereign all the way to New Star— Huang Tian thought.
Chu Heng smiled. "I came today because I wish to take a disciple. Would you become my personal disciple?"
To cross the threshold of three laws at the Stellar Level showed considerable promise of becoming a Supreme, but it still offered no clear hope of advancing to Sovereign.
Chu Heng had seen many such geniuses over countless epochs, but he did not take every one of them as a disciple. He placed greater weight on affinity, will, character, and the like.
This time, however, things were different. On an ordinary indigenous planet, this young man named