The Ten Arbiters Council was one of the most powerful organizations in the entire universe. No matter who they were, or what power or what region they were from, every member of the younger generation was within the Ten Arbiters Council’s scope of influence. Not only did the council have the authority to judge and evaluate them all, but it even had its own subordinate army. The council was the greatest change to the human race since it had been founded with the advent of the formcast model.

Many people dreamed of joining the Ten Arbiters Council and writing a new chapter of the human race with those ten great characters. Right below the Ten Arbiters Council was the Council of Astral Academy, which was very close to the Ten Arbiters.

There were nearly ten thousand students spread out among the ten branches of the Astral Combat Academy, and among them were innumerable hidden powerhouses. Each one of them had been patiently waiting for this moment, where they would defeat the academy leaders before the universe’s eyes. They wanted to enter the sights of the Ten Arbiters and become a young powerhouse famed throughout the universe.

Under everyone’s watchful gazes, there was a constantly changing number in front of each competitor. After a bit, each flashing image eventually stopped onto a single number.

“Place your hands on your number,” a loud voice rumbled from the sky.

All of the competitors raised their hands and touched the number...