Around Fang Yun was a seemingly ordinary sphere. Its edges were a translucent black, yet everyone could see Fang Yun clearly through them.
The sphere's edges seemed to be nothing more than a strange spatial phenomenon, giving off no power whatsoever.
Visually speaking, the thousand-foot expanse centered on Fang Yun had merely dimmed by twenty percent. There was nothing particularly unusual about it.
But Fang Yun was unusual.
At that moment, Fang Yun's aura became extraordinarily strange. He had vanished completely from the sages' perception!
The sages could only "see" Fang Yun. They could not sense him with any other power. Even when they probed with sacred sense, they could not detect his existence.
The sages' eyes filled with confusion. What power was this?
A handful of Great Sages, however, recognized it at a glance.
"Saint Ancestor Power-Self-Created World!"
The sages froze. This "world" was not a planet, but an entirely new Myriad Worlds!
"No, it can't be Self-Created World. Only a Saint Ancestor can do that. He's just a Great Sage. How could he possibly deserve such power?"
"This power is indeed inferior to Self-Created World. If it really were Self-Created World, he wouldn't need to use a Half-Sage treasure at all. If it were genuine, Hu Lun's battle technique would effectively have to fly from one end of the Myriad Worlds to the other before finally striking him. By then, it would be weaker than a light breeze. It should be some kind of illusion."
"Right, it must be an illusion!"
The Half-Sages denied it one after another, but the Great Sages wore grave expressions.
This was Self-Created World. The reason it was weaker than a Saint Ancestor's Self-Created World was simple: Fang Yun was only a Great Sage, not a Saint Ancestor!
When a Great Sage possessed