"Hahahaha!" Cain couldn't help but burst into laughter as he vanished from the battlefield, his form dissolving into streaks of radiant light. The echo of the battle still lingered behind him, but his mind had already surged ahead. He was exhilarated—not just because he had survived, but because of what he had become.
He glanced toward the white star that hovered above his forehead, spinning silently like a celestial crown.
Star of Origin.
That was the name it had revealed to him the moment it manifested. It was not just a symbol of power—it was the embodiment of his cultivation path, the vessel of his authority, and the epicenter of his evolving potential. Every ability he had used in battle, from the crushing, realm-breaking strikes to the seamless spatial transitions, had emerged from this single entity.
They were all the product of his Primordial Constitution.
