Zheng Qiyi’s palm tightly grasped the Wooden carving of the goddess, veins protruding on the back of his hand, a wild red creeping up to the corner of his eyes.

Just as he couldn’t resist the internal urge for destructive violence, his scarlet eyes glanced at the goddess statue in his hand.

Instantly, a cool sensation poured down from the spirit platform of Chaos. His body stiffened with a slow reaction, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

Remembering the feeling of losing control just now, Zheng Qiyi felt a burst of fear. His palm pressed the goddess statue harder against the flesh, as if trying to embed the wooden carving into his bones and blood.

The rough surface texture of the polished wood seemed to remind him this was just an extremely cheap craft.

Zheng Qiyi wiped the sweat off his forehead, his already tranquil eyes fixed resolutely on the Wooden carving of the goddess.

Raising his hand, the wooden statue as tall as his forearm was level with him.

In a trance, he seemed to feel a hint of mysterious aura. It was this mystical feeling that awakened him from violent loss of control to rationality.

Zheng Qiyi kept scrutinizing it, no matter how many times he looked, he still found it incredible.

It’s well known that when interstellar technology reaches a certain height, human exploration into the mysteries of their own bodies also reaches a certain level. Especially a millennium ago, the discovery of spiritual power elevated humanity’s status in the universe beyond compare.

But following that, problems arose.

Human genes began to exhibit extremely unstable changes, even displaying irreversible self-pollution.

At this time, human technology at its pinnacle could not resolve this dilemma. It could be said that once a person experienced gene pollution, they were essentially finished.

Those polluted by genes would display various uncontrollable changes in temperament.

Some would become timid and inferior, some melancholic and depressed, and others extremely aggressive, violent and manic.

And Zheng Qiyi was a gene polluter.

Just a small provocation could trigger his irritable side. And as time went by, this condition worsened.

With a gloomy gaze, Zheng Qiyi took a deep breath. He was proud of his self-control, yet under the gene’s control, he had no resistance at all.

Even when he realized something was wrong, continuously hinting to himself: stop. Yet he was always powerless.

Apart from venting the ruthless violence within him fiercely, he could gradually calm down.

The current state of himself no doubt trampled his pride into the ground, repeatedly stepped upon.

Three years ago, at merely fifteen, he broke through spiritual power to the S level, who on Central Star wouldn’t say Zheng Family’s young master was a prodigal talent, a future hero guaranteed a place of his own.

Even he thought so proudly.

But who could have known, his genes and spiritual power inexplicably got polluted.

The feeling of falling from Heaven into Hell in an instant, that strong-willed young master could never bear it.

The deepest wounds came from his relatives.

At first, when he couldn’t control his temper, his parents patiently comforted him.

But later, they became increasingly impatient, even unwilling to pretend.

Zheng Qiyi sneered, didn’t they have a rather outstanding eldest son?

Elder brother’s spiritual power was only A+, but now even that seemed better than B fallen little son.

Moreover, the elder brother was always gentle as jade, filial and thoughtful, undoubtedly outshining him, the Demon Lord of Mayhem.

To avoid his occasional rages, parents even willing moved into the old house to live with stern grandfather.

He really was quite bothersome.

Zheng Qiyi thought self-mockingly.

As myriad thoughts transformed, he felt more lucid than ever in almost three years, suddenly springing to attention like a carp struggling. His eyes burned, staring at the Wooden carving of the goddess.

This Divine Image... he had a premonition that if he kept it close day and night, his polluted spiritual power would surely return to normal.

This certainty came inexplicably profound, yet Zheng Qiyi strangely believed it firmly.

If polluted spiritual power indeed had recovery possibilities, this notion would create a huge stir if spread.

A thousand years ago, when gene spiritual power spontaneous pollution and gene chain instability first appeared, Heavenly Realm Elder Council and Political Hall foolishly tried to suppress the news.

Unfortunately, they tried every method without restraining its spread. It wasn’t until a batch of warriors were stimulated into immediate loss of control on the interstellar battlefield causing a city’s fall, that the news became known.

Gene, spiritual power pollution, this scenario was virtually lifetime irreversible. This belief never shattered for a thousand years.

Zheng Qiyi wasn’t an idiot, precisely because of this convention-breaking occurrence, he immediately recognized its severity.

Directly purchasing all items from the man selling wooden carvings on Star Network.

Opening the safe, inside quietly lay three statues in different poses.

What a pity, the wooden carving seller said he won’t sell or trade for now.

Zheng Qiyi was both angry and anxious, his emotion swinging greatly, creating the previous scene.

Settling down, Zheng Qiyi gazed once more deeply at the statues inside the safe, then solemnly closed its door.

Thinking a bit, still feeling unease, he added an additional alert line to the safe, finally feeling slightly relieved.

Anyone watching his behavior would think something worth billions is in the safe.

In reality, it was merely whimsical small items he casually purchased, worth only a few thousand credit points, not even comparable to a cup he owned.

After completing this act, Zheng Qiyi felt like he accomplished something big, his heart lightened for a moment.

Yet quickly, his suspense rose again.

He pressed the goddess statue to his chest again, not imagining it, after the earlier incident, he could sense the mysterious aura on the goddess statue nearly imperceptible.

To experience it once more, this wooden carving merely becomes a craft, still only a craft.

Thinking about this, Zheng Qiyi’s heart filled with panic.

If hope arises and falls back into despair, it’d truly drive him insane.

Zheng Qiyi reopened the chat interface with Zhang Tianci, Zhang Tianci’s personal information unhidden in the slightest, anyone could quickly pinpoint his location.

Shuimu Star? Never heard of it. Probably a remote star.

Zheng Qiyi silently noted the location, swiftly patching Zhang Tianci’s information, thoroughly hiding his profile. Unless one’s clearance exceeds his, they cannot access this person’s information.

Evidently, this person likely wasn’t aware of peculiarities on the wooden carving, otherwise wouldn’t have sold them recklessly as ordinary products.