Lu Yin had managed to grasp a tiny clue under the Root of Intelligence tea’s inspiration. Previously, because of his eagerness to participate in the Dao Chosen selection, he had not really dwelt on the matter. However, at the moment, he absolutely had to understand the glimpse of inspiration he had seen.

He intended to use the chaotic energies in his chest to form a circulation path that mirrored the universe itself.

The Origin Progenitor’s sword had pierced through the black and white mist and acted as a catalyst. Without that sword, Lu Yin could not even imagine how long it would have taken him to realize this possibility.

One month.

Two months.

Three months passed before Lu Yin finally managed to stir the energies within his chest. He used the stellular energy from the vortex in his heart to force the chaotic energies to move, and he then started to realize a form of power that would be uniquely his own.

Every type of unique power had its own foundation, which was how the creator first started cultivating.

Death energy, fatesand, as well as the much later appearance of runes and simulated stars—every power had its own foundation, which was that all of the creators had first cultivated stellular energy.

Stellular energy was the starting point of all unique energies. Without first cultivating stellular energy, how could anyone create a unique power from nothing?

Even legendary ancient powerhouses like the God of Death had followed this principle.

Lu Yin was attempting...