Xiang Yu floated in his spiritual sea, his form was no longer the simple blob like before. Multiple tentacles now extended from his body in every direction. The sight would have terrified most cultivators, yet as he examined his transformed state, Xiang Yu found the sensation surprisingly comfortable.
He wondered if he could maintain this form when he returned to his physical body. The tentacles moved so fluidly, responding to his every command, with this, he could cook a thousand dishes at once and make a million pills 💀. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Walking around looking like an eldritch horror would definitely send people running in terror.
Focusing his attention, Xiang Yu concentrated on his numerous tentacles. Carefully, he severed them from his main "body". As each appendage separated, he felt an odd sensation—despite being detached, he could still sense and control them, though not quite to the extent he desired.
