It's the Galaxy Era, It's Impossible to Become the Great Emperor

New stars, old stars, gods, mortals, meditation, realm, spirit, body, grievances, love and hatred... When human science and technology develop to the point of interstellar immigration, resources are infinitely irrigated into mankind's new home, and the practitioners on the mother planet can only work hard to get on the stage of the new world without being eliminated. On the new star, the realm is constantly being innovated, and wonderful ideas are often born. Standing on the shoulders of giants, the new star cultivators are tyrannical and boundless, and challenges beyond the level are like drinking water. On the old star, people are constantly fighting, just to be noticed by the new stars and big shots, and to be on a new stage. Some people have worked hard and struggled all their lives in the professional arena, but they have no chance to become a new star. Some people are born with talents and are spotted early, changing their destiny and class. Technological development, interstellar mechas, prosthetic body transplantation, and soul lodging. Martial arts prosper, tearing apart tigers and leopards with hands, conquering mountains and rivers with fists, leveling stars with swords. When technology develops to its extreme, do humans on the new star still think of themselves as humans, not gods? Do the humans on the old stars still consider themselves humans and not abandoned children? In a prosperous era, on an abandoned mother planet, Li Siming was destined to make a voice to the new human beings who were above. "It's the age of the Galaxy. It's impossible to become the Great Emperor." Li Siming sighed.