But to Fang Xiao, this was merely a difficult problem, not an unsolvable one.
At the very least, he had a way to resolve the matter of locating acupoints for the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate.
After all, when he had opened up his Small World, he had searched for the hidden void acupoints within his body. The locations of all three hundred and sixty acupoints were already crystal clear to him.
Later, he had drawn down starlight within the Grand Formation of the Myriad Stars and stored it inside those acupoints.
Throughout this process, although Fang Xiao had not mastered any abilities of the Star Dao, whenever the acupoints brimmed with starlight, he could vaguely establish a connection with the Circulatory Star Dou.
By relying on this trait, he could attempt to use the power of the Circulatory Star Dou to project his own acupoints onto the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate.
At that time, he would only need to link the acupoints with Dao Tracks to form Dao Veins.
As for the problem of insufficient control over Dao Tracks, there was likewise a solution.
The key lay in the Spirit Wine Recipe Yun Tiancheng had asked him to deduce.
As long as he could restore this spirit wine—even surpass its original effects—it should be enough to support him in constructing Dao Veins.
Fang Xiao glanced at the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate, which was still refining Dao Tracks, then began considering how he should arrange his cultivation from here on.
Cultivators knew no years; time flew like an arrow, and eight hundred years passed in the flick of a finger.
Seated cross-legged within the cultivation chamber, Fang Xiao slowly opened his eyes.
Feeling the tremendous surge in the spiritual power within his body and the Dao Tracks gradually sinking into