The Nine Provinces World's spellcraft was, frankly, nothing special. Compared with the world of Dungeons & Dragons, it was crude. But its martial arts... Since entering the Abyss, Pan Long had met plenty of people hailed as among the finest below the gods. Yet when it came to fighting skill, every last one of them was a rookie in his eyes.
Forget the Subtle Control of a True Person. Even an Innate Master's ability to draw on Heaven and Earth Essence was rare among them. Over the past month or so, he had seen it from only one Monk. That Monk was respectfully called the "Nine Swords Grandmaster"—though he never used a sword. Every warrior held him in the deepest respect, even worship.
Pan Long was fairly certain that martial arts in this world had developed only as far as the Innate Realm. No one had yet glimpsed the heights beyond it.
Naturally, then, they could not imagine someone who, once he had identified an enemy's aura, could pour his body, energy, and spirit into a weapon and strike across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, as though distance were nothing.
Identify the aura, then follow it to strike. That was the truth behind a "True Person Grandmaster killing an enemy from a thousand miles away."
The difference between the two was that a True Person could guide a weapon only with his own True Qi, limiting its range. A Grandmaster, however, achieved Unity of Heaven and Man and possessed inexhaustible True Qi. Unless the weapon was stopped or the enemy found a way to conceal his aura, even a target far beyond a thousand miles could be struck.
Not long after the first person in the Nine Provinces World reached the Grandmaster realm, a Grandmaster used the Sword-Controlling