Eons ago, Dao Zun Xingkong combined his body with Tao to suppress the void and sealed his lifelong inheritance in a secret realm. Eons later, the good-for-nothing boy Lin Xing accidentally awakened his inheritance, reshaped his starry sky god body, and embarked on a counterattack.
But this is not a "waste becomes strong" story.
This is a story about waiting - some people waited for seventy years, from young girls to white hair; some people waited for a thousand years, from black hair to white bones.
This is a story about the stars - the people who become stars, and the people who look up to the stars.
The spark is immortal and the inheritance continues. You look up and the stars are always bright.
An attractive sentence: "Not all waiting has results, but all waiting is meaningful."
