Lin Qianxuan was preparing to repair the heavens.
However, this wasn't something that could be done just by saying so.
He needed materials.
This small thousand world had no materials that could serve as a world barrier.
He couldn't refine one either.
The only potential material was himself.
You Xi might also suffice.
But Lin Qianxuan glanced at the little bird perched on his shoulder and felt he should do it himself.
This was a monumental task, a significant milestone—doing it alone versus having help made a big difference.
Lin Qianxuan began to cultivate with all his might.
His cultivation was rapidly growing.
Every day, vast amounts of matter were refined by him, becoming part of his cultivation.
The inner core within Lin Qianxuan was burning ever fiercer, and its mass was increasingly terrifying.
From the size of a small planet, it quickly reached a super star level.
At over five thousand three hundred years old, Lin Qianxuan reached the Upper Dao Realm.
