At Ten Fires, the galaxy phase was complete, with nine stars.
At Eleven Fires, there were eighteen stars.
At Twelve Fires, there were twenty-seven stars.
At Thirteen Fires, there were thirty-six stars.
At Fourteen Fires, there were forty-five stars.
At the ultimate Fifteen Fires, there were fifty-four stars.
Those were the greatest number of stars attainable in the galaxy phase of the Taiyi realm.
There could not be any more.
In particular, the fifty-four stars of Fifteen Fires were the limit—the highest height any living being in the Mythical Realm could reach.
This was not merely a standard of the Mythical Realm; it had been so even before the great destruction of the ancient Primordial World.
The galaxy phase of the Taiyi realm would absolutely never exceed that number.
Perhaps there could be exceptions, where special circumstances produced one or two extra stars.
For example, the new-type cultivators of today's Mythical Realm could, through transcendent-grade Dao arts, form one Fire and condense one additional Dao art star.
But what was this person before him?
Looking at those terrifying hundred-plus stars, Lu Feng was nearly driven mad. He could not stop shaking his head, could not stop questioning it!
How could this be possible?
How could a Taiyi-realm cultivator possess so many stars?
There were a full twice as many as the ultimate Fifteen Fires.
This was fake—absolutely fake.
It was merely an illusion, a trick to throw his mind into chaos.
This was impossible!
Even if the other party were a legendary ultimate Fifteen-Fires Taiyi, that would still have been easier to accept than the sight before him.
You want to use this to shake my Dao heart?
Impossible!
Lu Feng's entire body trembled. He wanted to scream, to roar, to tell the Interception Sect's Dao Child before him not