Zhang Yang instantly appeared on the Cosmic Virtual Platform, opened his private messages, and read the contents.
"Hello, Blue Star."
"This is the Cosmic Elders Council-Milky Way Branch. Congratulations! Congratulations on reaching one thousand Subsidiary Planets!"
"When your Subsidiary Planets reach one thousand, by the Human Race's standards, you have officially graduated."
"From the birth of a planet's consciousness to its advancement into a first-level civilization and then a second-level civilization, the journey is filled with competition. This is cruel, yet also merciful."
"Competition among second-level civilizations is fierce, but their wars follow rules. As for the wars of level three civilizations, I believe you have already experienced them."
"But I must tell you that this is merely competition within our universe. Even under enslavement, you can continue to survive. The true test comes from other universes."
"Reaching one thousand Subsidiary Planets is a watershed. From now on, you can govern more of the universe's space, and the destinies of countless living beings will hinge on a single thought of yours."
"Once you have reached one thousand Subsidiary Planets, please do not move around at will. Settle into a fixed location as soon as possible. Only with stable space can your planets develop better."
"We have watched your growth all along. The Human Race is a great race. Thank you for creating a new race for the universe and infusing fresh blood into the Laniakea Supercluster."
"Wars abound between universes and galaxies. The universe has always been cruel: the strong thrive and the weak are culled. Only the strong are entitled to enjoy more resources."
"The peaceful lives you now enjoy are made possible by countless planet lords fighting on the front lines, protecting the Laniakea Universe. Only those who contribute more to the universe deserve higher standing."
"All below