Yang Fan took a deep breath and abruptly sat up in bed.
Without hesitation, he put on his helmet and entered the Virtual World.
"Welcome, Human Prodigy Yang Fan. Please select your coordinates," a cold mechanical voice announced.
Yang Fan raised his hand and tapped Primordial City.
In the next instant, his consciousness was pulled inside.
Wen Yushui had once said that Primordial City possessed the Human Race's most complete and extensive collection of books. Every Primordial Academy student could access them for free.
Yang Fan slowly exhaled. With his SSS-Rank Evolution Talent, he was confident that he would grow stronger in the future.
But he did not want to become a "puppet" who could only rely on Artificial Lifeforms, a fool with nothing but power and no knowledge.
Yang Da's words today had undoubtedly struck him like a blow to the head.
In this world, possessing something had never meant that you could definitely keep it.
A person's understanding and perspective determined the upper limit of the resources they could control.
Whether it was wealth or power, both were essentially reflections of the height of one's thoughts.
When one's abilities were insufficient to support everything one possessed, those things that seemed to belong to them would ultimately slip away in another form.
It was like a poor man who became rich overnight. Even if he won the lottery and became a billionaire, if his understanding did not change, he might not be able to hold on to that wealth in the end.
Yang Fan's gaze gradually hardened. He understood that he could no longer indulge in pleasure or waste his time.
He had to make up for his shortcomings and become a true God.
In the Primordial City Library, row after row of bookshelves stretched as far as