As he spoke, two arms suddenly sprouted beneath his armpits.
Dusky blue skin extended from his sides, the movement so smooth that they seemed to have always been there, without the slightest incongruity.
The left hand held a ceramic bottle, its open mouth aimed at the fragments on the ground.
A gentle suction spilled from the bottle's mouth, lifting the diced pieces of Mahoraga's flesh as though caught in an invisible wind.
One piece after another fell into the bottle in orderly succession.
Among them were fragments of the Sword of Extermination and the Dharma Ring.
Eighty percent full. Just right.
Wangchuan straightened and stoppered the bottle.
Then he tilted his head to glance at the two newly grown arms at his sides, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Four hands really are much more useful than two."
"No wonder that guy Sukuna shows his off all day."
He rolled the shoulder joints of those two arms.
They stretched, clenched their fists, and opened their hands nimbly at his command, as obedient as his original arms.
"They're Tso Lan's arms, so I'm not too practiced at using them with a human body yet, but as long as they work."
"I'll practice gradually later and see if I can grow three heads and six arms."
As his words fell, the two arms quietly shrank, vanished, and merged back into his sides.
The bottle was also stored inside his body.
He looked up into the air again.
The tiny pieces of flesh trembled slightly on the ground, the connections between them attempting to recover.
At the same time, the shattered structure of the Dharma Ring was reassembling, its pieces flying back into place one by one as though pulled by invisible threads.
Thump!
The third resonance rang out.
The Dharma Ring finished reassembling and