Mo ZhenYu's consciousness began to absorb the ambient astral energy to build his Astral cultivator foundation while attracting his guiding constellation in the process.
The highest point, in his body was his blind eye, so it became the entry point for astral energy. His empty eye socket sucked high-grade Astral energy like a maelstrom. Mo Zhenyu felt the energy wash over him, purifying his consciousness.
Once the energy filled his consciousness he sensed it expanding into two strings. One that path downward directly into his body nourishing the latter.
Suddenly, a black impurity was being expelled from his body at a visible rate.
Mo Renyu his father had concluded he had established the astral link and instructed in a stern voice. "Thug gently on the second string"
Mo Renyu executed and thug gently three times on the second that seemed to path further into the beginning of time.
No reaction.
An anxious moment spread from Mo Zhenyu to his father down on earth. The lack of reaction could mean many things. None of them had a very satisfying outcome, to the exercise they just engaged in.
Mo Zhenyu began to absorb the Astral energy event faster causing a commotion, in the Astral realm.
His body on the ground began to bulk from the excess astral energy. In the astral realm, all the stars began retreating as if an impending doom was bound to happen.
Mo Zhenyu persisted because failure would have devastating consequences for the current state of his family. For the first time, he raised his hand to his left eye.
The hurt eye was void of sensation, he could not open the eyelids, but he could feel the long knife scar that covered it.
With the help of his finger, he tried to pry his eyelids open. Using all his energy and willpower, he yelled "You have been within me for so long do your part." He yelled.
The hollow eye-socked seemed to react and thumped with a deep purple light. Under the light, a purpled-colored pupil appeared. Almost like an independent entity, it began to rotate like a clock, a complex rune appeared before his left eye, rotating like the sun.
The Astral energy absorption increased a thousandfold sending tremors down to Mo RenYu on the ground.
"What is going on" he questioned as he increased the energy output of the summoning array to contain the changes happening to Mo Zhenyu.
'WHO' a voice trembled shaking the astral realm. For the first time, Mo Zhenyu heard a sound since stepping into the astral realm. The voice sounded distant and ancient. Like it had traveled across multiple generations. Mo Zhenyu did not hesitate to thug at the string one more time.
A "Whoosh," sound invaded the astral realm, like a projectile was incoming. Looking in the direction of the string he could see it from afar. Like a ball of light, a comet.
The projectile came at him, at the speed of light. Chasing away darkness, sending waves of heat through this part of the realm.
Mo ZhenYu was blinded by its brilliance, but he could lot tear his eyes away from it.
It was getting closer, and his heart was beating faster. This was it. His guiding constellation. The defining moment in his cultivation path. "Be at least six Stars" he prayed for.
The purple left eye did not stop spinning.
A loud boom resonated when it landed before him, sending colors flying in every direction of the realm. It was like he had turned the night sky into a vibrant dawn. Red, blue, green yellow, flew in all corners of the space it occupied.
Mo Zhenyu was speechless. It was the first time he saw a being this magnificent. It was the size of a planet. Mo Zhenyu felt so insignificant around it. It was a bird, no, an owl. With big purple eyes. Its fur, no feathers seemed to be made of an ever-changing fabric that blended with the universe. It looked red and blue and yellow and pink, all the colors at the same time. It was a magnificent spectacle.
Under the scrutiny of the Astral constellation, Mo Zhenyu tugged on the string connecting him to the being one more time signaling he was the fated one.
The deep purple eyes narrowed down to him, and it was as if the astral being was examining him, and peering down at his soul. It was a deep and uncomfortable feeling.
Until the bird lowered its head to be at the same level as him, Mo Zhenyu was frightened to his core.
"Primordial beings,
Chromatic owl wings in flight,
Across the void, a vibrant sight.
With starlight brush, and colors free,
Painting new heavens."
A haunting voice repeated the words in his mind like an invisible link between the thoughts and ambitions of the Constellation were transferred to him "You are a primordial being
The chromatic owl" Mo Zhenyu exclaimed in excitation. "Thank you for choosing me." He said.
The Chromatic owl replied with a nod and a single feather of its magnificent pelage, floated down to Mo Zhenyu it was so large that its descent felt like a mountain crashing down. But the closer it came to him the more it shrunk.
Slowly the chromatic feather condensed into a shining spear. No, it was a brush, a silver brush with refined and slick craftsmanship, the handle was as long as his spear. The head was made of sharp feather barbs, it looked like a spear. It could pierce like a spear, but it was a brush, with ink cartridges. "So exquisite" Mo Zhenyu.
He gripped the handle of the spear and a purple light washed over him. The chromatic owl, let out a shriek acknowledging the Astral connection. It took flight flapping its large wings covering the sky.
Before fading into the night sky forming nine stars. Mo Zhenyu's jaw dropped "Nine Stars? Flowing Ink Star (虚影星), the Void ink Star (符纹星), the Feather wing Star (羽墨星), the Color Flow Star (月影星), the Painted Star (画境星), the Ink Echo Star (星音星), the Ink Fall Star (天羽星), the Ink Brand Star (星焰星), and the Final Stroke Star (终墨星)" He read as he pointed at the stars not able identify them in the sky.
"Nine stars for nine abilities. Incredible!" his father Mo Renyu said as he observed the constellation take shape right behind the meditating Mo Zhenyu. He and his wife were under six stars constellations guidances and they could sweep the world. He did not want to imagine what power a nine-star constellation could bring up.
In the astral world, Mo Zhenyu', left eye stopped spinning and went dormant again. His consciousness was pulled back to his body with a sudden jerk.
*cough* *cough* he let out. His father threw a water gourd at him.
"Congratulations on becoming an Astral cultivator." Mo Zhenyu grabbed the bottle and drank the content while watching his father dismiss the summoning array.
"You must know! I have never heard of a nine-star guiding constellation. The implication would be overwhelming if the news were to leak so remember to keep it under wraps at all times"
"I understand father" Mo Zhenyu replied looking at his stinky and dirty body.
"We have been out of the house for a week now. Let's go back your mother must be worried." He said in an unusually stern voice.
"Yes father".