Wu sat cross-legged at the center of the chaos, his hands cupping the Primordial World, which radiated dense vitality.
Blood Qi Power spread along his arms, wrapping the Primordial World completely.
Threads of crimson Blood Qi kept seeping into the Primordial World's World Membrane, and the auras between the two began to resonate.
Wu's chest rose and fell violently. With every breath, a dull rumble accompanied it.
The Primordial World slowly shrank in his palm, inching closer and closer toward his chest.
As the Primordial World drew near, Wu's aura began to climb steadily.
There was no abstruse mystery of laws in this aura, only the pressure of pure power.
In the spatial interlayers far away, the systems stared fixedly at Wu's movements.
"Why do I feel like something's not quite right?" A System Light Orb flickered bright and dim, its voice sounding in the system channel.
"His aura has been rising the whole time, and the speed of its rise is getting faster and faster."
"Isn't that obvious?" a system beside it snapped back irritably.
"He's refining the Primordial World. That's a world opened up by several Great Dao Realm beings. How could he refine it and not improve?"
"Even eating a full meal can give you a bit more strength, let alone such a huge world."
"That's not what I mean," that system hurriedly explained.
"I know refining the Primordial World will definitely improve him too."
"But this kind of improvement of his gives me a feeling of unease."
"Were you scared witless by the way he beat up the Demon Gods just now?" another system mocked.
"He doesn't cultivate laws. Even if he refines the Primordial World, no matter how strong his power becomes, won't he still have to split open the chaos to prove his Dao?"