The galaxy shines brilliantly.
Liu Jun held this spatial magical treasure with one hand, increasingly feeling its strangeness and fearsome power.
"Fifth Tier, not considered strong, perhaps Sixth Tier, or even Seventh Tier, can easily achieve this seemingly miraculous planet-level combat power."
Creating such a miracle, yet he still was not arrogant.
He knew it was the strange divine power borrowed from external objects, not his own strength.
"In essence, it's like the mythical demon-refining pot, refining mushrooms within it?"
His eyes revealed a strange glint,
"But this Mushroom Soup type of cultivation bag has no killing power itself; I can only put them in, trapping them like a 'prison.'"
"But, I can use the descent of divine disaster to slowly wear them out inside, time and again."
"I can also treat them as a civilization of prisoners, periodically fighting them, and if I lose, I will continue to develop until the next fight."
