He formed hand seals with both hands, and the Power of Stars gathered once more. Above the Nine Heavens, the star river churned, and new stars were condensing, preparing the next round of attacks.
Setting spiritual treasures aside, if one considered only magical power, a Quasi-Saint who had survived from the birth of the world until now, enduring countless Immeasurable Kalpas without perishing, would have accumulated a vastness of magical power nearly comparable to that of a Saint.
The reason Saints were nearly invincible was precisely because their magical power was almost inexhaustible. In harmony with the Heavenly Dao, they could draw upon the power of Heaven and Earth with every gesture. Even if a single attack exhausted their entire cultivation, with but a thought, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy would pour in like rivers flowing backward, instantly replenishing them and restoring them to peak condition without the slightest delay.
For this very reason, Saints could unleash those World-Destroying supreme divine abilities without restraint, never having to worry about their magical power running dry.
As a veteran Quasi-Saint, Minghe had lived through an unknown number of epochs, and his magical power had long since grown unfathomably deep. Yet in this battle against Tai Yi, even with his astonishing reserves, he was beginning to feel a trace of strain.
"I'm losing too much magical power. If this drags on, I'll eventually be exhausted to death. I have to break the formation!" A glint flashed through Minghe's eyes as he swept his gaze across the surrounding starfields, his divine sense spreading out like a net.
His gaze skimmed across the countless stars before finally settling on the two existences surrounded by stars and reflecting each other's radiance—the Sun Star and the Lunar Star. His heart jolted, as if he had realized something.