Lu Yin had thought that thirty trillion cubic units of Star Energy Marrow would be enough for him to squander freely, but now it seemed that still wasn't enough.
Once one reached a certain level, the resources consumed naturally had to be of the same level.
But it didn't matter. The Ancestral Realm was already the highest level, and there weren't many people in the entire Six Directions Meeting who had reached it, let alone ones he could assimilate.
He continued rolling the die.
One point, three points, five points, four points—one year in the Time Stop Space. He continued after ten days. Four points again, still one year. He continued, and it was four points again. He had rolled four three times in a row.
So far, Lu Yin had spent three years in seclusion in the Time Stop Space. If he continued, it would be the fourth year. The power in his heart should be almost ready, shouldn't it?
Filled with anticipation, Lu Yin began his fourth year of seclusion.
From the perspective of humanity, the starry sky of the universe was boundless. Every star was incomparably huge, capable of holding countless nations and supporting billions, even tens of billions or more people and living creatures.
Yet in this universe, there existed the Great Giant race. The greatest among them was Ancestor Chen, whose enormous body was large enough to treat planets like marbles. Then, could even larger life-forms exist—ones that swallowed stars, formed seas of stars with every breath, and annihilated all living beings with a wave of their hands?
To ants, was humanity like the Great Giants?
To the tiny creatures parasitizing humans, was humanity the gigantic life-form that swallowed stars?
Compared to the starry sky within his heart, Lu Yin was a gigantic life-form.