Zhang Ming continued writing in his diary: "Next came the year I turned ninety-one, when something interesting happened: Old Wang broke through the third barrier of the human limit. Across the entire Demon God's Sea-or at least within our World Cluster-he now counted as a powerhouse!"
As long as a civilization had someone who had broken through the three barriers of the human limit, that proved it was at least a mid-tier civilization with some depth within its World Cluster.
After all, the talent pool of most civilizations took the shape of a pyramid.
If there was one powerhouse who had broken through the three barriers of the human limit, there were bound to be hundreds or thousands who had broken through the second barrier, along with a whole crowd who had broken through the first.
This was a very straightforward indicator.
So the risks of Human Civilization making contact with civilizations beyond its territory were no longer as high as before.
"Awesome, Old Wang! You should never have gotten involved in all that petty scheming. Wouldn't it have been better to focus on cultivating?"
Zhang Ming excitedly wrote in his diary: "I asked him how he broke through. He said the world was getting worse and worse, and he spent every day lost and despairing. He didn't know whether the things he'd done in the past counted as wrong..."
"But he couldn't possibly assassinate his former superiors, either, because he still couldn't work out what was right and what was wrong."
"I feel like my morals are sinking lower and lower, because I actually took a little pleasure in his misery!"
"I told him humanity absolutely wouldn't go extinct over this little bit of bullshit, at any rate. Why worry so much? Wouldn't it be better to just be