The old man’s expression changed as he looked at Lu Yin. Sometimes, his expression was strange while at other times, his eyes twinkled as if he were contemplating something abstruse. When he saw the perfect galaxy that was produced with Lu Yin’s ninth star, the surprise on his face became even more apparent. This did not seem like the true Cosmic Art.

“The true Cosmic Art requires one to open up thirty-six fatal energy centers and completely rid themselves of all weak points. This youngster activated his Cosmic Art forcefully and managed to draw out most of its power, but that’ll only work for a while. The Cosmic Art isn’t something that just anyone can simulate. He’ll need to go to the Cosmic Sect at some point.” The old man then fell deep in thought, his eyes twinkling the entire time.

A while later, he seemed to make a decision, and with a light tap of his finger, a strong wind blew forth and struck the back of Lu Yin’s head, causing him to faint again. During his time on this planet, it seemed that Lu Yin had never managed to fall asleep normally; he kept cycling between a conscious and unconscious state.

The old man walked to Lu Yin’s side and lifted up the soles of his feet. “This is where some of the thirty-six fatal energy centers lie. To learn the authentic Cosmic Art, it’s necessary to open all of them up. I wonder what those old guys at the Cosmic Sect...