The Essence of the [Rule Analysis System], Advancing Civilization's Technology by an Era

What Bai Xuan extracted was the most fundamental, core "imprint" of his soul. Yet after being eroded by the passage of time, that imprint had lost most of the detailed information about the "individual," including what he had once looked like.

All that remained was the most basic soul framework representing that he had once been human—a nearly blank canvas.

In Aizen's view, this Transmigrator might have, to some extent, "killed" his human self during the process of transmigrating into an information aggregate.

The soul Bai Xuan had extracted was the "Seed of Fire" of his life, but that "person" who had once possessed a unique appearance, memories, and emotions might have been permanently lost in that vast sea of data.

"To transmigrate directly into a powerhouse at the Milky Way Galaxy level, he had to pay some price."

"It was just that this price was far heavier than any of us imagined."

Listening to Aizen's analysis and looking at the pure yet hollow soul floating in the air, Su Yunqing let out a soft sigh, her tone carrying complicated emotion.

In a sense, transmigration was a cruel gamble that wagered one's entire existence.

Luck, temperament, and opportunity—none could be lacking.

Not every Transmigrator could thrive like a novel protagonist, nor could everyone gain a foothold in the Otherworld.

Some Transmigrators might not even have a Cheat, falling barehanded into a completely unfamiliar world, perhaps one filled with danger at every turn.

Those with ability, talent, and a bit of luck might seize opportunities and gradually become powerhouses. But those of ordinary ability and poor luck would likely vanish without a sound in some unfamiliar corner from the very beginning, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

As for this Transmigrator, his luck could be called extraordinarily good—or extraordinarily bad.