Tian Lei lowered his hand, letting the swirling miniature stars fade. His gaze moved toward the shelves lining the far wall of his chamber. Manuals, ancient scrolls, cracked jade slips, and dozens of handwritten outlines filled the rows—remnants of everything he had studied, tested, or created over the past six years.

But now, standing here with four forces pulsing in his veins, he saw them clearly for what they were.

Outdated. Incomplete. Weak.

"Stars, Lightning, Flame, and Life…" he murmured. "Four extreme elements. And not a single cultivation path in this entire mountain can handle even one properly—let alone all four together."

He walked to the shelves, fingertips brushing lightly over the old scrolls like someone examining broken tools.

He lifted a thin manual.

A lightning cultivation route he wrote years ago.

"…Too slow. Too limited."

He placed it aside.

Next, he picked up an ancient flame-refinement technique, something he had adapted from a phoenix record.

"Still one-dimensional."

He placed it down.

He reached for a jade slip—the star-flow breathing method he had spent months trying to perfect last year. He pressed it lightly between his fingers.

"Even this can't keep up."

A soft sigh escaped him.

But then, a new clarity filled his eyes. Firm. Sharp. Absolute.

"Now that I truly understand my own power… it's time to rebuild everything from the start."

He raised his hand.

Lightning crackled across his knuckles.

Flames curled gently around his palm.

Starlight shimmered between his fingers.

Life-energy pulsed at the center like a quiet heartbeat.

Four forces that should have rejected each other.

Yet in him, they moved in perfect rhythm.

Four forces that should have rejected each other.

Yet in him, they moved in perfect rhythm.

Tian Lei inhaled slowly, letting that harmony settle into his bones. Then he walked to the center of the chamber and sat down cross-legged on the cultivation mat. The stone beneath him hummed as his Starry Sky Domain formed a thin layer of starlight around his body.

He closed his eyes.

His heartbeat steadied.

Lightning, flame, starlight, and life-energy gathered around him like four gentle streams waiting for command.

"…Good," he whispered. "Now let's begin."

He placed both palms on his knees.

The phoenix phantom behind him folded its six wings, pouring a thin thread of power into his body. The chamber darkened—then brightened—then fell silent, as if the world itself were holding its breath.

Tian Lei focused inward.

First came Lightning—swift, fierce, unstable.

Second came Flame—hot, expanding, consuming.

Third came Starlight—cold, vast, calm.

Fourth came Life—soft, healing, nurturing.

Four opposites. Four extremes. Four ways that refused to blend for anyone else.

He guided them slowly, carefully, like holding the reins of four different beasts.

Lightning tried to break free.

Flame tried to burn everything.

Starlight tried to drift away.

Life-energy tried to calm everything down.

Chaos surged.

The room trembled.

Hairline cracks appeared on the floor beneath him.

But Tian Lei didn't move.

"Relax," he murmured to the energies. "You're all part of me. You don't need to fight."

The phoenix behind him released a faint cry.

A ring of light expanded from Tian Lei's body.

Little by little, the four elements began to rotate around each other—slowly at first, like four planets orbiting a star.

Lightning stabilized under Life.

Flame burned cleaner under Starlight.

Starlight strengthened under Lightning.

Life-energy multiplied under Flame.

A loop.

A cycle.

A beginning.

Tian Lei opened his eyes, now bright with starlit crimson lightning.

"This is it," he breathed. "This is the foundation of my technique."

He pressed his palms together.

BOOM—

All four energies surged, merging briefly into a single spinning sphere of pure power above his chest. Lines of light traced across his skin, forming natural inscriptions—like the first strokes of a new cultivation method writing themselves into his body.

Tian Lei smiled.

"For others, this would take a lifetime."

He raised the sphere gently, letting it float in front of him.

"But I already have the perfect vessel."

The Six-Winged Star Phoenix spread its wings behind him again, showering him with constellations.

Tian Lei's voice deepened with certainty:

"Let's merge the four elements completely…"

The sphere brightened—

lightning streaking around the edges,

flames blooming inside the core,

stars swirling through the center,

life-energy binding it all together.

The first seed of his custom cultivation technique…

was being born.

"Okay, first step done. Now all I need is to circulate this cultivation technique."

Tian Lei recorded everything carefully in a blank book, each detail noted so he would be able to fix any part he felt the need to.

"Now… time to see if it's working," he murmured.

He sat cross-legged again and began circulating the technique. Since it was made from the sum of his past six years of study—combined with his insane comprehension—it contained insights any lower realm cultivator would kill for.

He had made the foundation simple, stable, and adaptable.

Even so…

this was his first time creating a four-element cultivation path.

Most of the strongest geniuses he had seen in this world had only awakened three elements at most.

He was the first person to ever awaken a four-element path.

So everything about this was new even to him.

He had to make sure every step was done correctly.

A single mistake could break the entire structure — and he wasn't walking any dangerous, heaven-defying shortcut.

He was building this path properly, from the ground up.

The technique began to move.

At first, the circulation felt familiar—like the countless cycles he had practiced over the past six years. But as the flow entered the first elemental circuit, he immediately sensed the difference. Four attributes hummed beneath the surface, each one waiting for its turn.

Lightning.

Fire.

Wind.

Life.

They didn't clash, but they didn't harmonize either.

Not yet.

He guided the energy carefully through the first stage of the technique, embedding the elemental marks exactly where the formula demanded. The process was slow and delicate; every layer depended on the one before it. If even one mark was placed wrong, the entire path would collapse.

He continued circulating, moving into the second stage.

The flow thickened, growing heavier. His breathing steadied as he carefully arranged the elemental strands, weaving them together while keeping their boundaries clear.

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