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"How is that even a formation?" King Elbas complained. "That's a spell fueled by your cultivation level. It doesn't even count as an inscription."

"Are you questioning my methods?" Divine Demon replied as an arrogant expression appeared on his face. "I didn't use my "Breath". My consciousness has transformed the matter of the world and has given it the shape that I desired. It's exactly what you did. I only wasted fewer materials."

"I have used countless minute meanings and fused hundreds of materials," King Elbas complained again. "How can you even compare my creation to this?!"

"You have so much to learn in this area," Divine Demon replied as he looked toward a random spot in the distance. "The world must be your canvas if you want to use its true potential."

"You don't even know the name of this area!" King Elbas complained one last time before giving up on the matter.