Once the number of stars under Grey's control reached one hundred, he finally dissipated his spirit body and withdrew his divine sense back into his sea of consciousness.
He did not even bother to check the extent of his control over them before returning. At this point, his spirit body was already pushed to its limits. Exhausted to the brink and barely capable of maintaining flight.
After subduing the first ten stars, the speed at which he conquered others of similar size had increased dramatically. However, when it came to larger stars, the difficulty rose sharply. To suppress them, Grey had no choice but to rely on the accumulated pressure exerted by the stars he had already brought under his command.
Only through that overwhelming, layered suppression could he force the larger stars into submission.
When Grey finally opened his eyes after what felt like an eternity, he could not help but release a long, heavy sigh.
