A True Human

The Star Altar shone brightly.

Silvery light seeped from the patterns on the stone surface, not dazzling, yet carrying an irresistible power. Before Lu Heng could react, his consciousness seemed to be gently lifted up by something, and the scene before him began to blur and spin.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a space.

There was no ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head, only endless darkness all around. Countless points of light were embedded in the darkness, densely packed and stretching to the horizon.

Stars.

Looking at the starry sky before him, Lu Heng felt a surge of emotions.

Dangerous. Alluring. And a hint of... dependence?

He frowned. What was going on? Why were so many emotions suddenly appearing? These feelings weren't his own; they were being transmitted to him by the starry sky, like some kind of instinctive resonance, making him both want to get closer and instinctively wary.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

"You've come here. Looks like the time has come."

The voice was very soft, with an indescribable gentleness.

Lu Heng suddenly turned around.

It was a star. Very small, suspended in the darkness not far behind him, only the size of a fist, slowly rotating. Lu Heng stared at it for a few seconds, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat—the star looked like Earth. Blue oceans, white clouds, green and brown land outlines... exactly like the Earth in his memory.

Lu Heng didn't know what was going on, so he could only stand there and wait.

The Little Star continued to rotate slowly, and the sound rang out again.

"The Five-Colored Human Race. We've finally found another one."

Lu Heng was taken aback.

What on earth is the Five-Colored Human Race?

Little Star paused for a few seconds, as if organizing its thoughts, before speaking:

"Throughout all the worlds, we will be searching for a group of people—a group harmed by some gods, whose souls will be reborn in various worlds, and we will be seeking them."

It paused.

"They are the Five-Colored Race of humans. True humans from ancient times, created by the gods. These people are filled with positive energy. Each person, each god, lives on the earth—the primordial, original earth—and worships the gods. The gods actively enlighten, teach, and educate them."

Lu Heng listened quietly without interrupting.

"Then a group of gods—evil gods, filled with jealousy—also desired that worship. So war began."

The Little Star paused for a moment, as if recalling something from long ago.

"The power of the gods is immense, so those affected suffered heavy casualties. The gods established rules to compensate those affected. Therefore, they received the favor of all the gods."

A group of monkeys, filled with jealousy and ignorance, actively sought out this group of humans. They gazed at them with envy, watching as these primordial humans evolved in this direction—abandoning their original forms, using suffering and pain to attract the primordial humans, and allowing them to lead them.

Lu Heng's brows furrowed more and more deeply.

The gods tried to stop them, but ultimately they couldn't make the decision for them, because the gods felt a deep sense of guilt towards them.

There seemed to be a hint of a sigh in Little Star's voice.

The gods witnessed firsthand how those monkey-like humans deceived, concealed, and harmed the true humans. The original humans passed on some of their abilities to them, but there were too many of these monkey-like beings, diluting the bloodline of the original humans.

They usurped the place, completely dismantling the history and culture of the original humans. They called themselves human and considered themselves beings favored by the gods.

It paused for a moment, its tone carrying an indescribable coldness.

"But the gods never favored them. They only favored the first humans—those people also known as the Five-Colored Human Race."

Lu Heng held his breath and listened.

The descendants of the Five-Colored Human Race are categorized into Gold, Silver, and Bronze based on the concentration of their bloodline. The stronger the bloodline, the greater the favor they receive from the gods. Gold is closest to the primordial state, followed by Silver, and then Bronze. Although they are not as deeply favored as the Five-Colored Human Race themselves, they are still beings watched over by the gods.

The Little Star slowly rotated, its blue halo flickering in the darkness.

The Five-Colored Human Race are people with the blood of the gods. After all, during the Great War of the Gods, many Five-Colored Human Race were tainted by the blood of the gods, thus making them capable of becoming descendants of the gods.

Lu Heng stood there, his mind buzzing.

Five-Colored Human Race: gold, Silver, Bronze, exiles, and descendants.

He suddenly remembered the Forest Will's last words. "It is up to you to cherish your power."

Favor.

It turns out that such a long history is hidden behind these two words.

He looked at the tiny star before him, his voice trembling slightly. "And what about me? What am I?"

The Little Star stopped spinning.

It floated silently in the darkness, facing Lu Heng.

Then, a beam of light shone from the star and landed on Lu Heng.

It wasn't a blinding light, but a warm, gentle light, like the spring sun on the skin. Lu Heng felt his consciousness enveloped by this light, and something deep within him was touched—very faint, but definitely present.

The Little Star was silent for a few seconds.

"Your soul belongs to the Five-Colored Human Race."

Lu Heng was taken aback.

"It's not bloodline," Little Star said slowly, "It's the soul itself. Naturally, the soul is just like that."

Lu Heng was stunned.

He had always thought that bloodline was something etched into the bones, a trace left over from ancestors, diluted over countless generations. But Little Star was talking about the soul—not inherited from anyone, not tainted by blood, but his own soul, which he was born with.

"The Five-Colored Human Race..." he repeated, "My soul is of the Five-Colored Human Race?"

"Yes," Little Star's voice was calm. "After the Great War of the Gods, not all the souls of the Five-Colored Human Race vanished. Some were reincarnated in various worlds, slumbering and reincarnating in different bodies. We have been searching for them."

It paused.

"You are one of them."

Lu Heng stood there, processing those words.

He transmigrated to this world, always thinking he was lucky or favored by some power. But now he knows it wasn't luck, nor was he chosen—his soul itself was that of a true human from ancient times, one of those created and favored by the gods.

No, not descendants.

It's them.

The soul has not changed.

He looked down at his hands. To the naked eye, they looked no different from ordinary hands, but in front of this Little Star, under this starry sky, he suddenly understood where that inexplicable "sense of dependence" came from—it wasn't the starry sky that was attracting him, but his soul that recognized this place.

The Little Star didn't speak again.

It simply floated there quietly, its blue halo flickering slowly in the darkness, as if waiting for Lu Heng to process everything.