"If my guess is correct, your main cultivation direction now is to perfect your true self star—the star your blood body absorbed and refined. After that, you must strengthen your natal star, using it as the sovereign to grow and absorb.
The Devil Venerable paused abruptly here and sighed. "After all, this cultivation art was not created by me, so I cannot give you any more useful information. As for what level of cultivation counts as perfection, you will have to explore that yourself."
"Still refining it?"
Chen Chong opened his mouth in astonishment. "I can feel that star has already completely merged with me. If it does not collapse, I will not perish."
"If this cultivation art had been created by me, naturally it would not end like this. It may seem that you have refined the star into yourself, but you must understand that a star is still a star. It is merely a transitional stage in your cultivation art. What you must do now is completely turn that star into everything you are. It is you, but you are not it."
"It is me, but I am not it?"
"Correct. Only when you reach that level can this stage of cultivation be considered complete."
The Devil Venerable's words brought Chen Chong an almost earth-shattering change. After pondering for a moment, he immediately sat down cross-legged where he stood.
His cultivation art circulated.
Refining.
The Ancient Relic Land lay within a Spatial Rift, making it extremely difficult to absorb stellar power. Yet even so, he felt that his cultivation speed was several times faster than before.
"So that's how it is."
Chen Chong leaped up in delight and clasped his hands in another bow. "Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle."
"No need. You are his inheritor, so