Supreme Energy
After Li Xingyu mastered the primordial energy of the universe, he seemed to have become the true god of all creation, wielding the laws of energy to command all things. Whether immortals, buddhas, demons, devils, or powerful beings of foreign races, he could decide their fate with a single thought—life or death at his whim! Roaming freely across the cosmos, he held dominion over all realms. Countless beauties from every cultivation clan, celestial maidens, enchantresses, and alluring spirits from every world were captivated by his charm. Would this seeker of true nature resist temptation to devote himself solely to cultivation, surrender to the pleasures of beauty and power, or find a way to possess them all—cultivation, beauty, and authority alike? A man should drink in the presence of beauties and, upon waking, hold the power of the world in his grasp! “Once I command the primordial energy of the universe, no goddess, divine beast, or supreme being can resist my rule!” Mighty magical treasures, a myriad of spirit beasts, and ancient secret techniques became his companions on the path of cultivation, while the laws of energy served as the foundation of his strength.
Supreme Energy
On a midsummer night, a gentle breeze drifted across the boundless grasslands. The distant calls of cattle, sheep, and various insects occasionally reached the ear, blending into a melodious lullaby that invited one to ease both body and mind. As relaxation deepened, the spirit too was set free. At that moment, outside an inconspicuous tent, a young man lay on the soft grass, a blade of grass idly between his lips. Music flowed from the MVP6 at his side, and he gazed up at the brilliant, unfathomable starry sky. The full moon cast a silver glow upon the vast green prairie, illuminating everything—including the young man himself.
He had been lying there for a long time. Aside from the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath, he did not move, as if drifting into sleep. Yet, his eyes, bright even in the night, betrayed no hint of slumber. For him, this was the most natural thing in the world; since childhood, he had loved stretching out in such a languid pose, captivated by the enchanting sky above.
His name was Li Xingyu. According to his mother, he was so named because, at the moment of his birth, a rare meteor shower streaked across the night. He was nearly named Li Xingyu—'Rain of Stars'—but that seemed too feminine, so Xingyu—'Universe of Stars'—it became. Yet he believed his father’s vocation had more to do with it. His father, an astronaut, was deeply enthralled by the cosmos, longing to unravel its mysteries. When Li Xingyu was young, his father would take him out to gaze at the stars, telling him tales of planets, galaxies
