The Star Visualization Method.
A spiritual cultivation system from his previous life, long considered obsolete and impractical.
It focused on inner evolution rather than external power.
Its realms were clearly defined:
Opening Apertures.
Entering Samadhi.
Spirit Platform.
Divine Treasure.
Primordial Spirit.
Divine Fire… and beyond.
It did not rely on spiritual roots.
It relied on consciousness.
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged, unmoving.
His breathing gradually slowed.
Each inhale was long and measured.
Each exhale steady and controlled.
The Star Visualization Method did not begin with absorbing energy.
It began with observation.
In his mind, Lin Sheng visualized the night sky.
Not a vague image.
Not a romantic fantasy.
But a precise reconstruction.
Stars arranged according to astronomical coordinates from his previous life. Constellations mapped with mathematical accuracy. Stellar bodies burning in silence across incomprehensible distances.
The visualization was stable.
Clear.
Crystal assisted silently, reinforcing the construct, correcting deviations, maintaining coherence.
[Visualization Stability: 98.3%]
Lin Sheng ignored the data.
He had been visualizing from time to time, drawing slight moonlight every night for years. Worried that the senses of other cultivators were sharp.
He focused inward.
The first realm was Opening Apertures.
In cultivation terminology, apertures were not physical organs. They were conceptual gateways—points where consciousness intersected with the body, allowing interaction with subtle energies.
Time passed.
Minutes.
An hour.
Nothing happened.
No warmth.
No sensation.
No mystical response.
If an ordinary person were attempting this, they would have given up.
Lin Sheng did not.
He adjusted.
Refined.
Optimized.
Crystal ran simulations at incredible speed, testing micro-variations in breathing rhythm, mental frequency, visualization depth.
Then—
Something changed.
A faint sensation brushed against his awareness.
Not heat.
Not cold.
Not touch.
It was like—
A thread.
So thin it was almost imaginary.
Yet unmistakably real.
Lin Sheng's heart rate remained steady.
He did not chase it.
He did not grasp.
He simply observed.
The thread moved.
Slowly.
Drawn toward his visualization.
Toward the starfield within his mind.
It trembled.
Resisted.
Then—
It dissolved.
Merged.
A ripple passed through Lin Sheng's consciousness.
Subtle.
Brief.
But undeniable.
[Spiritual Energy Interaction Detected]
[Absorption Rate: Extremely Low]
Lin Sheng opened his eyes.
A faint smile appeared.
"So it's possible."
Spiritual energy was real.
It could be absorbed.
Even by someone with no spiritual roots.
The cost—
Was efficiency.
Where others absorbed torrents, he gathered droplets.
Where others relied on innate talent, he relied on time, precision, and optimization.
He closed his eyes again.
And continued.
This time, the thread came sooner.
Then another.
And another.
Each one merged into his consciousness, disappearing without a trace—yet leaving something behind.
Not power.
Not cultivation.
But change.
Deep within his mind, something stirred.
A point.
A conceptual aperture.
Not yet open.
But no longer sealed.
[Aperture Formation: 0.3%]