Seeing his father subjected to such humiliation, the utterly powerless Henry Spencer felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.

For the sake of making a living, how much had his father sacrificed in the mines?

And as for himself, with only a first-level body refinement cultivation, he couldn’t even match a single finger of David Spencer.

“Strength, my strength is far from enough. Even if there were ten or twenty of me, I still wouldn’t be a match for David Spencer... Why didn’t I work harder at cultivating? Why can’t I become stronger?”

At this moment, Henry Spencer deeply felt his own weakness, and a surge of unwillingness and resentment welled up inside him.

……

“Foreman! There’s a strange ore here, we can’t dig it out.”

Just then, a miner suddenly shouted.

“Huh!”

David Spencer withdrew his whip and stared at the dark greenish-blue ore beneath the miner’s feet.

On the surface of that ink-blue ore, mysterious patterns were etched. When touched, it gave off a chilling, penetrating coldness.

Could it be the legendary spirit ore?

David Spencer’s heart pounded wildly.

The humans in the area around Yangmu Village were mostly ordinary body refiners, at the very bottom of the cultivation world.

Spirit ore, it was said, was a material used by those immortal cultivators and masters to forge divine weapons and wondrous treasures.

“You lot, come here! Dig out the area around this.”

David Spencer licked his lips, his face full of excitement. If he could excavate a rare spirit ore, who knew what kind of reward the Da Xu family would give him.

Ding ding ding—

Seven or eight miners swung their pickaxes together, and the exposed part of the greenish-black ore grew larger and larger.

Everyone’s heartbeat inexplicably quickened, their eyes filled with excitement.

Everyone was full of anticipation.

Even Henry Spencer, who was about to leave, curiously moved closer.

“Boom—”

The mysterious ore suddenly exploded into powder, releasing a burst of dazzling black light that, with overwhelming force, blasted the eight miners nearby away.

“Ahhh…”

Seven or eight miners crashed into the mountainside, dying instantly, their bodies shattered.

David Spencer reacted extremely quickly, but was still grazed by a streak of black light, rolling several yards away in a sorry state, gravely injured.

As for Henry Spencer, his thin body was swept by the aftershock of the black light, sending him tumbling to the ground with a miserable cry, and he lost consciousness…

“Xuan’er!”

“This is bad! Someone’s dead—”

Suddenly, chaos and panic erupted in the mine.

No one noticed that a wisp of black light, after striking Henry Spencer, was partially absorbed by his body and instantly vanished.

Chapter 002: The Sea of Memory Stars

Henry Spencer’s vision went black, his body lost all sensation, but his consciousness did not truly fade. Guided by a wisp of black light, he drifted toward a distant, boundless realm of awareness.

The human brain is the most mysterious and unfathomable part of the body.

At this moment, Henry Spencer’s consciousness, within his mind, gradually drifted away, leaving its familiar territory and entering an unknown region.

In the distant darkness, a mysterious calling seemed to beckon, drawing Henry Spencer forward.

Under normal circumstances, with Henry Spencer’s strength, his consciousness would never be able to enter that mysterious, unknown area.

However, the black light from the mysterious ore contained a wondrous power that propelled him onward.

In this half-dreamlike state, he followed the call from deep within his soul, drifting forward bit by bit.

Until a certain moment.

Whoosh!

He suddenly realized he had crossed a “boundary,” and his consciousness entered a vast, dark starry sky.

It was a dim, lightless expanse, infinitely vast, with no end in sight.

The black light that had been guiding him began to tremble violently after entering this dark starry sky, like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being extinguished.

“This place again.”

Henry Spencer let out a long sigh.

Standing in this endless, dim starry sky, the youth’s face showed no panic or fear.

He was certain that he must be dreaming.

Because ever since he was young, he had often had this dream: he would become a towering man, standing alone above the stars, like an invincible war god, resisting the endless flood.

Many times, he knew clearly that it was a dream, but he couldn’t escape it—what the apothecary called a “lucid dream.”

“Boom…”

A world-devouring flood and countless blurry phantoms surged forth.

Its momentum was earth-shattering, and Henry Spencer transformed into a peerless powerhouse, standing alone in the starry sky, unmoved by the onslaught, as steady as a rock.

If in reality I had even a thousandth—no, a ten-thousandth—of the power I have in my dreams, who in Yangmu Village could bully my family?

Henry Spencer couldn’t help but mock himself.

Transformed into the peerless powerhouse of his dreams, his aura shook the heavens, looking down on the universe, as mighty as a god!

It felt as if a century had passed before the world-devouring flood that swept the stars finally faded away.

And the peerless powerhouse that Henry Spencer had become also began to shatter.

“It’s finally over…”

Henry Spencer sighed softly.

In the past, this was where the dream would end.