Several years passed in silence.
That day, the severe winter was bitterly cold, with wind and snow filling the sky.
Atop the mountain peak, Chu Mu sat cross-legged. The void before him rippled, visible waves spreading through the air.
Dense spatial fluctuations lingered around the peak, refusing to disperse.
One rare Rule Spiritual Object after another rose into the air and slipped into the rippling space.
This had continued for several years without pause.
A vast quantity of Rule Spiritual Objects had vanished into those bottomless spatial ripples, which had never shown the slightest sign of being filled.
Within those spatial ripples lay, naturally, that Qiankun World.
Several years of refining meant several years of transformation.
For the Qiankun Pouch, the growth of its internal world was merely the most basic transformation.
The true core lay in altering the spirituality surrounding the Qiankun World—Spirit Rhythm, the intelligence of this world.
After all, when all was said and done, the size and quality of a world's internal space were merely byproducts of its growth.
The true core was whether the world itself possessed complete rules, and whether those rules were profound and mysterious enough.
Nor had this transformation come from nothing.
It stemmed from his own Heaven and Earth Furnace and, likewise, from the vast Spirit Realm Great World beyond.
An inspiration, an experiment.
In the Lower Realm Cultivation World, whether it was the cultivation world where he had entered the Immortal path and cultivated for many years, or the other worlds he had witnessed—
Without exception, all possessed systems of rules that had already solidified.
The Cultivation World could only bear power up to the fourth order. Even with the existence of shackles upon power, it could reach no more than Fifth-Order Spirit Transformation.
Over the long years, those worlds