Silence hung between the two for a long while. Lin Yi lowered his head in thought, seemingly digesting this massive amount of information, or perhaps weighing something.
As for Cang Ming, he seemed to have thought of something. He gazed at the distant starry sky, lost in a daze.
At last, Lin Yi raised his head. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Cang Ming and asked:
"Senior Brother, suppose—just suppose—that a Human Race prodigy demonstrated strength on a certain tiered battlefield that could match, or even to some extent suppress, the top-race prodigies who came to train there. As a result, the Human Race no longer had to lower its voice and beg for the top races' aid on that battlefield. What kind of impact would that have?"
"Or, would this prodigy face malicious targeting from the top races outside the battlefield rules?"
At Lin Yi's question, Cang Ming first froze slightly, then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
His smile held understanding, as well as a trace of admiration for the ambition behind Lin Yi's "supposition."
He chuckled and shook his head, answering with absolute certainty:
"You can rest assured about that. No matter how exceptionally talented someone is—even a peerless genius who appears only once every few million standard years—as long as they haven't crossed that final threshold, they aren't valuable enough for any top race to openly tear up the rules tacitly observed by the three top races and the many powerful races."
Cang Ming paused, seemingly lost in memory. After a while, he explained earnestly:
"You have to understand that maintaining the current rules of war is itself far more valuable and important to stability than the outcome of any particular battlefield in any particular era. As for the impact of an individual