At this moment, Lu Yin had succeeded in simulating 96,000 stars, which was just 3,000 stars away from the 99,000 stars needed to fully master the fifth level of the Cosmic Art.

Lu Yin looked down at his die in his hand. This was his last chance. If he did not roll another four right now, he would need to rest for ten days. And by then, the meeting of the Heavenly Gates would be about to start.

He tapped his die, and it slowly stopped spinning. He stared expectantly, but it landed on one pip. Bang! A strange yellow lump fell onto the ground. Lu Yin blinked and then was struck by a horrible stench. It was a piece of rotten fruit. Who kept trash in their cosmic ring?

Lu Yin quickly waved a hand to get rid of the nasty junk, and then he shook his head in a helpless manner. He had run out of luck.

He could only wait until after the conference to roll his die again, but since he was so close to mastering the fifth level of the Cosmic Art, Lu Yin really wanted to continue training despite the upcoming conference. Still, he was done for the moment, and he could only try again later.

During the ten days left before the conference started, Lu Yin intended to quietly remain where he was and observe the outside world. He had no desire to leave seclusion, as it would be fine to exit when the Dao Chosen selection started.

Lu Yin was currently the most curious about Wang Wen’s source of confidence regarding the team competition. He had actually claimed that they had a 60% chance of victory in the team competition.

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