The Thirty-Sixth Heaven was bustling with activity. The many Star Lords and living beings attending the assembly had all taken human form, the most basic sign of respect for the Supreme God.
Blue Star had no such rule, but everyone knew it.
Other Star Lords might occasionally change their forms, but Zhang Yang had always maintained one appearance: that of the Human Race.
The Human Race, a brand-new race in the universe, had developed ever faster over the years. Its transformation could only be described as heaven and earth turned upside down.
Thirty-five of the earliest affiliated planets to join Blue Star had already been promoted. Together with the captured Fourth-Level Star Lords, Blue Star now had forty-three fourth-level Supreme Gods.
Yet the Blue Star Lineage had existed for less than three million years, making it a living miracle of the universe.
Ever since Zhang Yang created this wondrous race, it had unleashed tremendous power, step by step, astounding countless races.
Now, a saying circulated throughout the Blue Star Lineage:
"Blue Star excels at creating miracles!"
"The Human Race excels at creating miracles!"
The Thirty-Sixth Heaven rang with voices. At a glance, nearly a hundred thousand living beings filled the venue.
Meditation cushions lay on the ground, matching the total number attending that day. Every being could find their assigned place.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Quark walked from the rear toward the front. The bustling venue abruptly fell still.
Under the gazes of nearly a hundred thousand of the Blue Star Lineage's finest beings, he slowly reached the very front.
Since meetings were often held here, one meditation cushion at the front was different from everyone else's. It occupied the foremost, central position.
Naturally, Quark did not dare sit there. He alone stood out among those present, still