109: Chapter 109 Ranking of Combat Power

The interface expanded in his consciousness.

A starry sky projection that spanned across his perception.

Each star corresponded to a name, its brightness proportional to their Rank, and the sense of distance proportional to the gap in combat power.

Ten stars hung at the very front of his vision.

Only these ten.

Not tens of thousands, not thousands, not hundreds.

In the 18,460,000th Zone, the coverage of Spiritual Qi extended outward in regions of one hundred thousand light-years, but in three-dimensional space, the volume of the Star Domain covered by a single region was beyond imagination.

This starry sky contained billions of galaxies, countless stars, and countless cradles where life could potentially be born.

And among these countless possibilities, there were only ten names on the combat power ranking of the entire region.

Chen Mo looked at the starry sky projection and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, his gaze fell upon the sixth star, which represented himself.

The star expanded.

Name: Chen Mo.

Affiliation: Blue Star Civilization, Human.

Rank: Sixth.

System: Founder of the Source Power System.

Combat Power: 11,327.

The fine lines at the bottom condensed into characters, emerging in his perception one after another.

"Combat Power Ranking: Only System founders may enter this ranking."

The essence of this rule was screening.

An entire space of one hundred thousand light-years, billions of galaxies, countless civilizations and races—under this standard of judgment, only ten people were screened out.

They were not necessarily the ten strongest in terms of combat power, but the ten strongest among System founders.

Followers, learners, and cultivators who inherited existing Systems were not included in the ranking, no matter how high their combat power was.

The Spirit Energy Universe only recognized founders.

The full text of the rules expanded line by line:

"Founders can change.

If a latecomer in a System surpasses the founder and opens up a new Realm, they will automatically become the new System founder, replacing the original creator's Rank."

Chen Mo finished reading this rule.

Replacement.

Not inheritance, not side-by-side.

A System could have countless cultivators, but there could only be one founder's name.

You pioneered this path, but if you were surpassed on it—not by being followed by other races, but by a latecomer breaking through to a Realm you had never reached within the framework of the same System—

then the System would consider that person to be the true founder, not you.

Cold rules.

But logically self-consistent.

The Spirit Energy Universe wanted innovation and Breakthroughs.

The final line at the bottom emerged:

"At the end of each cosmic year in the ranking—which is three thousand six hundred Blue Star days—ranking rewards will be granted."

A cycle of ten years, at which point ranking rewards would be distributed.

For the Early Stage of evolution, this was a long-cycle incentive System.

But for a framework that was already running and constantly expanding, ten years was just the interval of a single breath.

He averted his gaze from the rules and looked back at the sixth-ranking star.

Sixth place.

One hundred thousand light-years, countless races, countless geniuses.

Countless people were stuck before Bottlenecks, unable to take a single step forward, and countless people fell on the path of searching for a System.

Yet, he had not only reached the third tier but had also founded his own System and stood in the top ten of the region.

From the moment he officially came into contact with the information of the Spirit Energy Universe, he had been calmly receiving information, classifying, and analyzing it, never allowing any emotion to interfere with his judgment.

But at this moment, he admitted that a very slight tremor stirred somewhere in his chest.

Sixth place was not the end, far from it.

But sixth place was a starting point that could be described as unexpected.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at his star in the starry sky projection.

"Not bad."

Then he raised his head and looked at first place.

The first star, the brightest one.

Its glow was not a piercing white, but a flowing dark gold, with layers of stellar patterns nested together like a slowly rotating eye.

Expand.

First place.

[Tianzhi Race]

[Cang]

Founder of the Heavenly Deduction Telekinesis System.

Combat Power: 36,732.

Chen Mo's gaze lingered on this number.

36,732.

It was 3.25 times his own.

It was not the kind of gap that would make one feel despair even when looking up.

Chen Mo could clearly see the other party's back, estimate the distance, and deduce the gap in the time needed to catch up.

"They haven't surpassed me by too much either."

Chen Mo's voice was calm.

This was not underestimating the enemy.

This was his confidence in Infinite Growth.

His Infinite Growth was a process of continuous stacking; the longer time dragged on...

Other people's speed of progress would eventually be constrained by their own limits, but for him, no such constraint existed.

He opened Cang's race introduction.

The information expanded.

[Tianzhi Race]

[Humanoid hyper-intelligent lifeforms. Adult individuals are five to six meters tall.

They have slender and long statures, with a translucent, lustrous white texture all over their bodies.

Their skulls are full and prominent, with an openable crystal core embedded between their brows. Hairless, with no mouth or nose.

They rely on Mental Energy to perceive and communicate. Their pupils have a nested layer-by-layer stellar pattern structure.]

A brief introduction.

There was no civilization level, location, detailed System explanation, or analysis of combat power composition.

Only physiological characteristics.

Chen Mo's gaze lingered on the last line of the information interface for a moment.

Chen Mo understood that the Spirit Energy Universe actively protected the core information of each race.

But from this brief physiological description alone, Chen Mo could already deduce quite a lot of things.

Adult individuals are five to six meters tall.

Slender and long statures.

Lustrous white and translucent texture.

This form was not something fought out from the Law of the jungle.

No fangs, no horns, no bony carapaces, no muscle energy-storage tissues.

Not a single physical structure evolved to fend off predators or take down prey.

An openable crystal core embedded between the brows.

Relying on Mental Energy to perceive and communicate.

This was a race that had completely discarded the mouth and nose.

They didn't need to breathe, or at least, didn't need gas exchange in the traditional sense.

They didn't need to ingest solid or liquid food, or perhaps their method of nourishment had already integrated with Mental Energy.

Their pupils were stellar pattern structures—a highly specialized sensory organ that could probably directly perceive band signals rather than just visible light.

A race that had completely broken free from physical survival needs.

They were no longer products shaped by the natural environment; they had stopped needing to be a long time ago.

Cang's civilization must have existed for an incredibly long time.

In Chen Mo's deduction, this was an existence whose evolutionary time scale far exceeded that of humans.

It was perhaps earlier, stronger, and more ancient than the alien civilization that left ruins on the Moon.

Only through the accumulation of countless tens of millions of years and the mental stacking of countless generations of individuals could such a powerhouse who founded a System be born.

Chen Mo continued to look down.