Within the Literary Palace, Fang Yun's Divine Sense body returned to the Light-Brewing Bottle.
The bottle looked as though it had been crudely carved from gray-black rock. It was exceedingly rough, yet possessed a natural, unadorned beauty.
Fang Yun attached his Withering Force and Divine Sense to it and tried to make the Light-Brewing Bottle absorb literary star light. The thin mist at its mouth dispersed, and a terrifying suction capable of swallowing an entire world emerged. The literary star light throughout the Literary Palace was sucked away in an instant, gathering at the bottle's mouth into a waterfall of starlight that poured inside.
The suction at the bottle's mouth began extending outward, even attempting to draw down the miniature literary star above the Literary Palace.
Fang Yun hurriedly reined in his power, and only then did the Light-Brewing Bottle stop.
Afterward, Fang Yun kept experimenting with the strength of his control. After several hours of effort, he finally mastered the basics. From then on, he would no longer need to control it deliberately. As long as it received an unending supply of Withering Force, the Light-Brewing Bottle would absorb most of the literary star light, leaving the remainder to nourish the Literary Palace.
Fang Yun sent his Divine Sense into the bottle again and found the place where the literary star light had gathered. It was actually no more than a speck of light the size of a mung bean, growing at a turtle's pace. It could not remotely compare with those enormous, sunlike light sources.
"Looks like this will take a long time. I'll wait and see. Once it brews even a single drop, I'll taste it."
Fang Yun felt both joy and worry. He was delighted that the Light-Brewing Bottle could brew literary star light, but worried