Lin Yi stood silently in the pure-white void, but his thoughts churned like a storm in a sea of stars.
Scenes from his life since his rebirth flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
During the Blue Star Civilization's promotion assessment, his individual rating had reached Level 7. He had been exceptionally admitted to the Human Race's highest-level Special Talent Training Registry, causing a sensation.
At the Pan-Spirit Alliance Genius Tournament, he had overwhelmed Edith, the strongest prodigy of her generation, whom the Spirit Race had devoted all its resources to cultivating, and claimed the championship.
It was a stage that brought together the top geniuses of countless civilizations under the Pan-Spirit Alliance and billions of races. His name had resounded across the Star Sea.
He had spent five thousand years in the Myriad Secret Realm, surviving one deadly predicament after another. He had established the Star Source Society, carved a path through the boundless Blood Mist, and turned the tide of battle in the Abyss of Two Worlds. Now, he had perfected all four laws of Space-Time and Life and Death.
Just moments ago, on the Assembly Plaza of the Spirit Race's fortress, he had been surrounded by powerful deities from different races, who had greeted him and exchanged communication imprints with him.
The Yuan Race and the Shi Race had even placed him at the top of their wanted Heaven Pride Ranking, viewing him as a threat that had to be eliminated first.
Yet under the assessment of this mysterious No. 1 Secret Realm—or the Beginning Universe Tower—he had received nothing more than a breezy remark: "Slightly talented"?
Those four words were like a cold steel needle, piercing through a bubble that had been growing for a long time.
Lin Yi forced himself to calm down and set aside his