The void stretched boundless and vast. No edge could be seen at a glance.
Only a bluestone plaza floated within it, seeming to move and yet remain still.
Dozens of bronze divine pillars stood on the plaza, engraved with inscrutable patterns. From time to time, they lit up with an undying bronze glow.
At the center of the plaza hovered a Great Light Ball, radiating a hazy light.
Images flickered across its surface now and then, showing cultivators—and even cultivators of other kinds—going about their lives.
Every cultivator shown on the Great Light Ball was exceptional.
Some had extraordinary potential. Others had already become mighty figures who stirred the winds and clouds. Some were both.
All of them had been marked.
In other words, the Great Light Ball had singled them out for special attention.
It had the unmistakable air of a hidden hand pulling the strings.
Compared to the vast void, the bluestone plaza was tiny.
Yet anyone who saw it for the first time would have the same feeling.
Small though it was, the bluestone plaza suppressed the entire void. It was the center of Heaven and Earth, the beginning of the Laws, the source of the Great Dao.
So size was not always what mattered most. What lay inside counted too.
Of course, that principle did not apply every time.
Sometimes, bigger really was better.
Suddenly, azure light flashed across the plaza, and a young man appeared, looking around.
Luo Feng had arrived: Main God Space's first Reincarnator, the shining light of all Reincarnators, the example to countless others, the perennial leader of its ten outstanding Reincarnators, and the bearer of the title Lord of the Galaxy.
"Where is he? Where?"
Luo Feng, whose appearance had barely changed since his days in the Primal Universe, muttered as