After marveling at it, Fang Yun began searching for a way to use the Light-Brewing Bottle.
Fang Yun's divine sense traveled through the Light-Brewing Bottle and soon arrived outside the star with the largest sphere of light and the weakest aura.
The star was predominantly dark red, with tangled strands of light on its surface. Its aura was vast but not sufficiently pure.
Fang Yun tried approaching it with his divine sense, but as he drew near, he felt a burning pain and hastily retreated.
Controlling it with divine sense failed.
With that thought, Fang Yun withdrew his divine sense and gazed at the world inside the bottle from outside, pondering continuously.
Who knows how many years this Light-Brewing Bottle has been sitting here? Those pure stars are the best, but precisely because they are too pure, I cannot use them. I never expected even the last star to form to possess such immense power. Still, I do not need the entire star. One insignificant drop will do.
With that thought, Fang Yun poured Withering Force into the Light-Brewing Bottle again, then tried to control the largest light-brewing star.
At first, the star did not react at all. Only after a full quarter of an hour, when Fang Yun was exhausted and sweat had broken out on his forehead, did the light-brewing star begin to rise.
Before long, the predominantly fiery-red sphere of light appeared at the mouth of the bottle. It then quivered eagerly, seemingly about to gush out.
A peculiar aura instantly spread throughout the Literary Palace, making it tremble slightly.
The Literary Star above the Literary Palace suddenly blazed with splendor. Its literary star light grew denser, counteracting most of the aura.
Outside the Literary Palace, a faint red glow actually emerged from the surface of Fang