“Lord Xiao, what are you doing?” Gu Qingfeng called out, drifting forward in alarm as he sensed the spiritual pressure shifting around the young master. “The core is unstable! If you provoke its internal deep ring, the gravity backlash could crush your soul!”
Lin Xiao didn’t answer with words.
Instead, the forty-inch sapphire-blue slime orb began to expand.
It wasn’t a violent explosion of martial energy, nor was it the ugly inflation of a monstrous beast. It was like watching a drop of royal blue ink expand smoothly through a glass of crystal-clear water, amazing, calm, and infinitely gentle.
Lin Xiao drew upon the boundless, infinite spatial dimensions of his Primordial Chaos dantian. His stretchy fluid mass swelled: from forty inches to two yards, then ten yards, twenty yards, forty yards... Until he swelled into an awe-inspiring, semi-clear azure sky membrane over eighty meters across!
The companions watched from their floating positions in stunned, breathless silence.
Gu Qingfeng gazed upward into the vast blue canopy. His sword-calloused hand dropped away from his sword sheath. Throughout five hundred years of wandering the mortal and immortal realms, he had seen huge demon monarchs expand their physical avatars. In the Northern Frozen Wastes, he had witnessed the thousand-foot Glacial Mastodon bristling with jagged frost-spikes to crush mortal armies. In the Southern Demonic Swamps, he had seen nine-headed serpent sovereigns swell with putrid bile to devour entire cities. Martial sovereigns only grew larger to terrorize, intimidate, and slaughter.
