Most cultivators only needed to gather starlight and lay out star charts when practicing star-related spells.
Wang Quan, however, wanted to refine a divine ability-and a greater divine ability at that.
So the first thing he did was anchor a star to serve as his anchor point.
The stars revolved overhead, countless trillions of them twinkling.
Stars formed constellations, constellations formed stellar mansions, stellar mansions formed star arrays, and star arrays formed star charts.
Countless star charts, in turn, formed one Stellar River after another.
The Stellar River revolved, shining upon the mortal world.
Wang Quan activated his star-related spells, sensing for an anchor point that corresponded to him.
One breath...
One incense stick...
One two-hour period...
He sensed an inconspicuous star.
Beneath the night sky, mortals gazing up at the stars could not see this one at all; even orthodox cultivators could not sense it.
That was because this star was too far from the mortal world.
A distant star meant fewer cultivators could use it as an anchor point.
In his perception, this star lay deep in darkness, surrounded by deathly silence.
Unlike most stars, this star did not reflect sunlight, but emitted light of its own.
Wang Quan felt that it might once have been a star like the Great Sun.
It had only fallen into deathly stillness after dying.
He anchored the star and left his mark upon it.
Wang Quan slapped his Hundred-Treasure Pouch, and bronze and glass flew out.
His fingers danced, and he expelled Dharma power, carving spell arrays and ritual configurations.
At the same time, he slapped his Hundred-Treasure Pouch, and a star casket flew out.
The casket opened, revealing streams of stellar essence inside.
The essence washed and refined the many materials, soon forming a telescope a hundred meters wide and