Lin Jin spent ten years digging through mine tailings on a deserted mining planet without finding even half a low-grade spirit stone.
Until he broke through the depths of the lode and pried out a bronze shard covered in strange writing.
That night, blood rained from the sky, and the shard transformed into countless dark-gold sigils that burrowed into his marrow. From then on, he cultivated not spiritual energy, but the power at the heart of the stars.
When the prodigies of the Sacred Domain mocked his sinister cultivation art, Lin Jin raised a hand and devoured the very foundation of their guardian saint beast.
The Divine Kings of the Myriad Worlds descended to surround him, only to discover in horror that he had already turned the entire battlefield into a devouring formation.
On the eve of the universe’s destruction, Lin Jin sat atop the graveyard of time and devoured the last trace of the multiverse’s true essence.
