Black Domain!

Black Domain! Su Ming walked to the edge of the pool, crouched down, and scooped up a handful of dust.

The dust was very fine, as fine as flour, and slowly streamed down through his fingers.

But within the dust flickered an extremely faint light—the lingering trace of Chaos Spiritual Energy.

He brought the dust to the tip of his nose and smelled a faint scent.

"There's still some residue."

Su Ming said.

"There's still a wisp of Chaos Origin at the bottom of the pool that hasn't completely dispersed."

Chen Xuanji shook his head.

"Too weak."

"This bit of residue isn't even enough for your Foundation Establishment."

Su Ming fell silent.

In the simulation.

He had never seen the Chaos Pool and did not know exactly how much Chaos Spiritual Energy was inside it.

Chen Xuanji's description had made him think the Chaos Pool was an inexhaustible treasure vault.

But the reality was that it had already dried up.

Ten thousand years of abandonment, ten thousand years with no one to maintain it.

Ten thousand years of spiritual energy leaking away—the Chaos Pool was no longer the Chaos Pool of old.

"The Chaos Pool needs to be reinfused with Chaos Power."

Chen Xuanji turned around and looked at Su Ming.

"And right now, the only person who possesses Chaos Power is you."

Su Ming lifted his head and looked at Chen Xuanji.

Chen Xuanji's gaze was very complicated.

Fate played tricks on people like this.

Su Ming needed the Chaos Pool to break through, but the Chaos Pool needed his power to activate.

After he used his own power to activate it.

Su Ming's power would be nearly exhausted too, so how was he supposed to break through?

This was a dead loop.

Su Ming stood up and patted