"Heroic Spirit Power, Third Stage..."
A cold electronic synthesized voice rang out, followed by whispers from all around. Zhao Cheng could vaguely make out the mockery laced through them, as well as their astonishment at how a genius like him had fallen to such a state.
But in truth, it was all in his imagination.
In this era, as long as one could summon a Heroic Spirit, it meant their fate had changed from that moment onward, even if it was only the lowest-quality gray Heroic Spirit.
Indeed, white, blue, purple, gold, and red corresponded to the five ranks, but beneath the five ranks lay the unranked gray.
White was considered the first rank, corresponding to people who had left behind some degree of fame in history—whose reputations had spread through at least one region during their lives.
By blue, that fame had spread across an entire province.
As for purple, the minimum standard was renown throughout the whole realm.
For example, those illustrious great poets and literary masters from history—if they could become Heroic Spirits, they would most likely be of purple quality.
Gold, meanwhile, could not be attained through fame alone. One also had to possess sufficient authority in life, with every word and deed capable of deciding the fates of tens of millions, or even more.
Red corresponded to achievements without equal and deeds worthy of crowning a king.
Yet even now, no one knew exactly how Heroic Spirits came into being. Their formation seemed to have little to do with things like fame or status; rather, they appeared to be drawn at random from an entire history.
All of history was a card pool, containing every person from that stretch of history. You might draw a hero who changed the fate of the world, or you