Every star packs a punch—whether it's a blazing sun, a planet, or a wild meteor, they've all got one thing at their core: the Star Soul. Evan Chu felt stifled. What kind of mess is this? Still, maybe it's a good thing—this guy’s training doesn’t look weak. Maybe it’ll help me in the future.
So what does that mean? If a Star Crystal’s got a Star Soul, it’s the real deal—a true star! Don’t call me Dad—I already have a son. Besides, having someone who looks exactly like me call me Dad is enough to make me want to bash my head against a wall.
Only a Star Soul can keep drawing in Stellar Power in the Star‑River Dominion. Once you fuse with a star, you can do the same—suck in Stellar Power and make it your own. From now on, your name is Lynton Chu. Just call me big brother.
If there’s no Star Soul, forget it—it’s not a star, just a Star Crystal. And here’s a juicy secret: that’s how most Star Crystals get made. 'Alright, big brother!'
You can dig up all sorts of Starstones from star ore, from the bottom tier to the supreme grade, but you’ll never find a Star Crystal just lying around. Star Crystals only happen when you rip the Star Soul out of a star—then the Stellar Power inside is up for grabs, free for any cultivator to absorb. You’ve just been born, and I have no idea how strong you are. Come, fight me!
Otherwise, you’ve gotta refine it first. Evan Chu whipped out the Desolate Dragon Saber—ancient, savage, and pulsing with Primordial Dragon Bloodline.
Just thinking about it sent a chill down Evan Chu’s spine. Well, you’d better be careful—you're way too weak right now!
Not just any random star gets to be a Star Crystal—you need at least an upper-tier meteor, like those two lightning-attribute stars Violet Thunder just fused. What? I’m weak? I’ll show you what I can do!
Even then, what you get is just the lowest grade Star Crystal! Time for the Asura Tyrant Saber Art—this is the real saber path, ruthless and unstoppable.
Suddenly, Evan remembered the ten thousand supreme‑grade Star Crystals the Ninefold Sacred Emperor gave him. That’s just terrifying! How many supreme‑grade stars would you have to strip for that? Stars like those are probably on par with the Crimson Demon Star and Blood‑stained Demon Star! With a casual wave, Lynton Chu shattered the blade aura with overwhelming Stellar Power, then smiled and waved at Evan Chu.
Ten thousand! That’s not just a number—that’s straight-up legendary!
With a heaven-defying art like Ninefold Stellar Transformation, forging Star Crystals is basically child’s play—if you’re strong enough. Evan Chu? Not even close. He’ll have to hit Saint Venerable before he can pull that off. Evan Chu's eyes rolled back and—thud!—he actually fainted.
But Evan can blow up stars and funnel their Star Souls right into his own body, boosting his divine soul’s origin and flooding his soul-shadow with raw Stellar Power.
Thirty Thousand Star‑Souls! Sure, none of those stars can compare to the Crimson Demon Star or Blood‑stained Demon Star, but come on—when you’ve got this kind of quantity, who even cares?
Evan could only give a wry smile. He’d gone all out with Stellar Blazeburst just to help the Blazing Flame Legion fight the enemy—never dreaming that the most precious part of those thirty thousand stars would end up making him the real winner.
He realized he’d only just started scratching the surface of Ninefold Stellar Transformation’s ultimate secrets. The thought fired him up, and he dove straight back into deep cultivation.
Star Souls are soul bodies—your physical body can’t just swallow them down. Right now, all thirty thousand Star Souls are clinging to Evan Chu’s divine soul, letting him feel a surge of power bubbling up nonstop.
Which means—even if Evan Chu never borrows Stellar Power from outside stars again, his divine soul will still suck in Stellar Power on its own, at a rate that’s basically like thirty thousand meteors running wild all at once...
Even Evan himself jumped. Three million years? Forget it—just give me thirty thousand years and I’ll be set!
Honestly, even the Ninefold Sacred Emperor probably never saw this coming. To be real, he invented Stellar Blazeburst as a last-ditch move—a way to gamble your fused stars in a life-or-death showdown.
Who could've guessed that, at the brink of disaster, thirty thousand people would put their trust in Evan Chu and hand over their stars?
That’s just nuts! Like I said before, in the Star‑River Dominion, a star’s only second to your own life.
"If these Star Souls are part of my divine soul now, can I try splitting them off?"
Evan Chu gave it a shot—one thought, and sure enough, the Star Souls split off from his divine soul.
Seeing this, Evan was over the moon. He sped things up, split all thirty thousand Star Souls, then merged them together.
And then Evan Chu had another wild idea: he shaped that Star Soul phantom into a body and pumped it full of Perfect Blood...
Boom!
In the Chaos World, a blast went off—Evan Chu got blown backwards, but it was just a shockwave, nothing deadly. Still, he ended up looking pretty roughed up.
"You okay? Sorry, I just yawned."
Evan Chu’s head spun. Who? Who’s talking to me?
He looked closer—holy crap! What did I just make? Evan stared at the guy in front of him, who looked exactly like him, and was totally speechless.
This wasn’t one of his elemental law avatars—he could feel it. This guy not only had the same aura, eyes, and moves, but even his Stellar Power was way past peak Saint Lord!
"You..."
"Whoa! Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me—Dad!"
"Hey! Watch it with the 'Dad' stuff..." Evan Chu’s face turned dark. He’d made this guy out of Star Souls and Perfect Blood, and now it was chatting with him like it had its own mind—and Evan wasn’t even in control!
Seriously, calling me 'Dad'? Ridiculous!
"What the heck is going on..."
"What do you mean, what’s going on? Dad, you made me—I'm your second life, your second divine soul. Basically, I’m just another you. Got it?
I can do anything you want, because I am you and you are me. I’m not like your elemental avatars—if you die, those can help you come back, but I’m way better. If you go down, your main consciousness just hops into me. Way less hassle."
"Die? You’re the one who’s dying!"
Evan Chu was seriously annoyed. What kind of situation was this? Still, maybe it’s not so bad—this guy’s training doesn’t look half bad. Could be good for me down the line.
"Stop calling me Dad—I already have a son. And having a clone calling me Dad? I’d rather smash my head against a wall."
Alright, here's the deal: From now on, your name is Lynton Chu. Just call me big brother, got it?
You got it, big bro!
Evan Chu’s eyes gleamed. "You just popped out, and I have no clue what you’re packing. Let’s go—fight me!"
Clang! Evan Chu whipped out the Desolate Dragon Saber, ancient and savage, bloodline roaring. He figured this so-called second divine soul wouldn’t be any weaker than his elemental law avatars.
"Better watch out! You’re way too weak right now!"
Evan Chu’s mind exploded—What? I’m weak? I’ll show you what I’ve got!
Asura Tyrant Saber Art—Execution Slash!
But just as Evan Chu unleashed his saber—a slash that could finish off a regular Saint Lord in one blow—Lynton Chu just waved his hand, and his Stellar Power shattered the saber-light like it was nothing. He looked at Evan with a relaxed grin and gave a little wave.
"See? Told you—you’re a total rookie."
Evan Chu’s eyes rolled back and—thud!—he really fainted.