With the insight from Wisdom Root tea, Lu Yin had grasped a thread of understanding. At the time, however, he'd been preparing to compete for the title of Dao Child and hadn't given it much thought. Now, he had no choice but to explore it.
He planned to shape the chaotic power in his heart into a form that flowed like a universe.
When the sword had cut through the black-and-white mist, it had used the sword as a guide. He had no idea how long it would take to achieve this insight.
One month.
Two months.
Three months passed. At last, Lu Yin managed to stir a trace of the power in his heart. He used the star energy within his star energy vortex to forcefully strike at it, beginning to create a true form of power that belonged to him.
Every kind of power had a foundation: the beginning of its cultivation.
Death energy, fate, and even the Rune Dao Numbers that came later, as well as the stars of the heavens—all had one prerequisite: their creators had once cultivated star energy.
Star energy was the starting point of all power. Without cultivating it, how could anyone create a system of power from nothing?
Even legendary figures like the Death God had started the same way.
What Lu Yin was doing now was taking all the powers he'd cultivated and shaping them into a new form, giving rise to a system of power unique to him.
From the moment he'd conceived of creating a new form of power, he'd known there could be countless possibilities. After seeing the stars of the heavens left behind by Ancestor Chen, he'd realized that the ideal form for him had appeared. What could be better suited to him than the form of