Zhu Zhengwei stepped out of the retreat palace.
"Prime Minister."
"You have come out of seclusion."
A few court attendants and military generals slowly walked out, respectfully.
Zhu Zhengwei looked up at the sky, sweeping his gaze across the countless planets in the universe, like scattered stars.
Although he had grasped 72% of the power within this 80% body, it ultimately wasn't his own.
It seemed that the 72% True Skill power could only be exerted by relying on this physical form.
He hadn't fully integrated or truly understood the principles recorded within the genes; he merely knew how to use the predetermined power within this bloodline.
To fully absorb this power and make it his own was not something that could be achieved in a short time.
If he could truly achieve it, he could also create a super race of his own, inscribing his understanding of the universe within his genes to pass on to future generations.
