Floating in the absolute zero of the Silver Nebula, Fang Yuan closed his eyes. Inside his spiritual sea, the Star-Core had merged with his indigo threads, forming a single, blinding point of light. He had achieved the 1st Star: The Nova Stage.
"So this is the weight of a world," Fang Yuan whispered.
His new abilities were no longer limited to the "Space-Time Threads" of a Weaver. As a Nova Overlord, he possessed:
Orbital Domain: Anything within 10,000 kilometers of him is subject to his personal gravity. He can make enemies too heavy to move or too light to stay grounded.
Vacuum Pulse: He can strip the "Energy" from the surrounding space, creating a dead zone where Rank 1 and 2 entities lose all their mana instantly.
Stellar Mimicry: His body can turn into "Plasma Form," allowing him to move at 10% the speed of light and ignore physical impacts.
But his ascension was incomplete. His soul-shell was cracked from the Abyssal Overlord's grip. To reach the 2nd Star, he needed more than just mana—he needed "Celestial Iron."
«...The signals from the moon...» the Core's voice echoed. «...It is not just Lia. There is a Forge-Star hidden beneath the lunar crust. A relic of Eron's people. If you claim it, you can repair your soul and reach the next stage...»
Fang Yuan looked toward the shattered moon. His indigo eyes saw through the rock, detecting the heat of an ancient, sleeping engine.
"The Abyss marked my soul," Fang Yuan said, his hands weaving a gravitational tunnel toward the moon. "But they forgot that a Nova only grows brighter as it consumes the darkness. Lia... hold on. Your Master is coming to collect his debt."
With a sudden burst of violet radiation, Fang Yuan vanished, leaving a trail of distorted space behind him as he accelerated toward his new throne.