Star Alliance Headquarters

Xu Wuyi listened and compared it with the Federation's previous circumstances.

Back then, the Federation had only four strongholds, and summoning slots had to be fought for. Even the Dawn Empire sharing the slot from a single stronghold could keep the council in meetings for days.

If someone told Lu Shaoyuan now that the entire Second Astral Battlefield belonged to the Federation, the old man would probably fall silent for a long time.

But this was not pie falling from the sky. The price of these rights was that a third-rank individual had emerged from the Astral Battlefield.

After a moment of silence, he asked a more practical question. "What is my official Star Alliance number?"

Mr. Hu's expression remained respectful.

"According to activation order, you are the 94,562nd human individual to reach the third rank. There are currently around thirty thousand third-rank individuals in existence. Your number is 094561."

Xu Wuyi nodded. He had already grasped the Star Alliance's general rules. Letting his hands hang at his sides, his gaze shifted away from Mr. Hu's projection and fell upon the dark golden sky.

"I'll leave in three days. I need to go back first."

"Would you like me to arrange a transport ship for you?"

"No. I'll return on my own."

He took a step forward. It landed silently on the gray-white ground, but in the instant he moved, space before him split open on its own.

It was slightly smaller than the one Karin had torn open. Its edges bore the same stable silver-gray sheen, but the dim light inside was several shades fainter. After all, this was only his first day at the third rank.

He stepped into the rift. Space closed behind him.

In the living room of the Linjiang villa, the indent in the sofa