Onoki drew back a few paces until he formed a triangular formation with Lin Feng and Rasa.

The clash between the armies which had stagnated for a moment had resumed with renewed vigour from the Sand shinobi who had been emboldened by the sealing of the Four-tails.

The three of them floated above the battlefield, Rasa and the exhausted Lin Feng keeping Onoki in check.

Onoki narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Who are you, boy?”

A blue vein popped up on Lin Feng’s temple. “Oi, oi, oi. What’d you just say?”

Onoki’s eyes narrowed further. “Has nobody taught you to be respectful to your seniors, boy? I asked you to identify yourself.”

Lin Feng exploded. “Boy? Who’re you calling boy, pipsqueak? I’m eighty-five this year. What’re you? Sixty? Where do you get off calling me boy? I’ve had enough of this respect your elders bullshit from the old fogies with a foot in the grave in our sect. Just because they were jealous of my being the youngest Knowing the Will of the Heavens boundary practitioner in a thousand years, they had to press me with their seniority. I’ll be damned if I take this nonsense from some pipsqueak decades my junior.”

A blue vein popped up on Onoki’s temple. “Who’re you calling pipsqueak, boy? I’ll be damned if I believe you. You don’t look a day over twenty.”

Lin Feng grit his teeth, “Not my problem if you don’t age well, pipsqueak.”

Their voice rang out in unison. “Wanna die?”

The corners of Rasa’s mouth twitched as he wondered how people so strong could be so childish.

“Hey Kazekage, where’d you get this uncouth bastard of a jinchuuriki? That old monk was much better.”

Rasa set up his best poker face. “We wanted to tempt one of your tailed beasts out to capture it. So, we acted in a play about going to war with Konoha and then about our tailed beast getting stolen.”

Onoki was startled and then quickly recovered his composure. “So, you collaborated with Konoha? What about him then?”

Rasa shrugged. “He was always the jinchuuriki, he just lent Bunpuku (the dead monk) the chakra so he could pretend to be the real one.”

Off to the side, Lin Feng admired his bullshitting skills.

Onoki’s chakra flared. “So, you want the tailed beast? The plan is good but, did. You. Ask. Me?”

With each word, his aura increased in intensity and the pressure that emanated from him bore down on Rasa and Lin Feng.

With a laugh, Lin Feng exerted his own influence on the world vitality around them, creating a tangible oppression that counterbalanced his.

“Hey, Kazekage protect the sealed beast. His technique is strange. I can’t fight while protecting it and if he breaks the four-tails out, its back to square one. Let’s play pipsqueak.”

Rasa exchanged his position with Lin Feng and created a multi-layered barrier around the sealed beast with his gold dust as Onoki watched critically.

“The Kazekage respects your opinion an awful lot, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah… My opinions are generally worth respecting. So… let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

The region around Lin Feng seemed to warp as his acupoints opened and closed in a specific pattern and the world vitality flowed through him gaining the characteristics of a gale.

His fingers blurred as they directed the modified energy like a conductor at an orchestra, generating blasts of compressed air which flew rapidly towards the Tsuchikage.

The experienced warrior that he was, Onoki, ducked and weaved through the barrage with ease, while weaving hand signs.

Splitting up two rock clones, he sent one flying towards Lin Feng while the other one used the rock golem technique to form a barrier to block the concussive blasts while he prepared a stronger technique.

Lin Feng used his enhanced sensation strength while using world vitality to keep tabs on the original while he marvelled at the ability of the Tsuchikage to make his clones almost indistinguishable from the original.

As he kept up his barrage towards the onrushing clone, he noticed the distinct lack of any sort of wind or propulsive force which should be fuelling its high-speed migration.

Instead, it seemed as if it was being dragged forwards by some force or to be more accurate, it was perpetually falling towards something.

Lin Feng’s eyes widened in realization. It was the principle of Gravity at play here. The Tsuchikage was somehow able to slightly utilize it by relying on some sort of crutch within him and feeding that crutch his chakra.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on his sensation strength. Combining the world vitality sensation with his soul sense, he could feel a fuzzy strength that permeated the entirety of Onoki’s soul.

This strength was very familiar as it was the same as Shukaku’s soul, a fragment of the Will of the World.

It would appear that the confrontation between the Dao Seeking intruder and the World Will had ended in mutual destruction and a lot of the Will’s fragments had scattered over the land, falling on various humans, granting them various special capabilities.

Now that he sensed more carefully, he found the same strength in Rasa and a few shinobi in the armies clashing below him.

These abilities were probably what this plane knew as Kekkei Genkai or bloodline limits.

This plane was absurd, somehow managing to mesh energy of the lowest tier with the strength of principles and Daos.

It was like giving a gun with automated aim to an amateur. He could shoot whatever he wanted with it but he would never learn to aim, let alone improve upon his shooting.

He also sensed that this plane’s operating principles supported the path of conjuration.

That is, converting energy like chakra or world vitality into material objects was much more efficient here than in the Universe where absurd amounts would be required to materialize even a gram of mass.

Although, the conjured mass reverted back to energy soon afterwards.

Thus, he changed his tactics. Leveraging the near inexhaustible nature of world vitality, he changed the silent serenade that his body sang to the world into one that spoke of water.

The world changed.

In the Cultivation world, a legend has spread since time immemorial, about a divine ability possessed by the strongest of cultivators. Moving Mountains to Fill Seas.

This day, in the mountainous border between Suna and Iwa, all present witnessed an ability that could be said to rival it.

Moving Seas to Fill the Mountains.