Chu Fengmian was also not stingy, injecting countless amounts of space power into it.
This chaos grew increasingly inflated, so much so that soon, the Realm King pouch might be unable to withstand such an immense amount of power and burst apart.
However, Chu Fengmian was well prepared.
"Condense!"
Chu Fengmian shouted loudly, his palm hovering over the chaos, compressing and solidifying its power.
Suddenly, the chaos reformed its shape, taking on the original appearance of the Realm King pouch.
Yet apart from its exterior, this Realm King pouch was now entirely different from the previous one, both in aura and power.
A series of ancient runes appeared on the golden Realm King pouch.
These ancient runes, though not resembling characters, contained the purest and most ancient power, transformed from the drop of essence blood that Chu Fengmian had infused.
"Open!"
