As Pan Long gathered his power further, the long blade in his hand, now little more than a skeleton, gradually began to change shape.
Its once-neat framework slowly swelled like an angry pufferfish, growing round and bulging from the center. The long, narrow bones spread out like claws and fangs, as though they were roots stretching back into their natural shape.
At the sight, Tie Feiyan's expression grew increasingly grave. Beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
He could tell, of course, that the blade itself had not changed shape. The space around it had.
The center of that space was expanding.
Immense power was gathering there, forming "space" itself.
"Impressive! That's the beginnings of the great divine ability World-Creation, isn't it?" Bi Lingkong's amazed voice sounded especially irritating. "I didn't grasp that move until more than two hundred years after becoming a Demon God. He's far better than I was!"
"Old Tie, how long did it take you?"
Tie Feiyan's voice was cold, and he did not answer the question. "He may have mastered such an ability in his previous life, or at least come within one step of it. The Buddhist School's Buddha Kingdom in the Palm is even more powerful than World-Creation."
"Old Tie, quit talking nonsense! Buddha Kingdom in the Palm takes a piece of space and moves it into your palm. It's formidable, especially for suppressing enemies, and often stronger than World-Creation in a fight. But we both know 'stronger' doesn't mean 'more profound.'"
"World-Creation may not be much of a fighting technique, but mastering it means truly grasping how to bring something out of nothing. Cultivate it far enough, and you can create a realm of your own, undying and imperishable. You'd no longer need to anchor yourself to the origin of a