Sword riding in the sky...
Bai Zihe had no reference for this.
The only thing he could comprehend at the moment was the Wordless Heavenly Book.
A thought flickered through his mind.
The Wordless Heavenly Book appeared in his consciousness, radiating brilliance.
"Swish..."
Before Bai Zihe could even open it.
A scene materialized on the Wordless Heavenly Book.
A cultivator stood on a flying sword, soaring freely through the clouds, exuding utmost elegance.
This was the art of sword riding.
This.
Bai Zihe was slightly surprised.
He had merely thought about it, and the Wordless Heavenly Book presented an image. It was truly miraculous.
What Bai Zihe didn't know was that the Wordless Heavenly Book was, in fact, a supreme divine scripture.
Furthermore, the Penglai Immortal had infused it with celestial arts, imbuing it with a degree of sentience.
Not only had it incorporated many divine abilities and techniques from the eight mysterious scrolls, but it had also added many of his own unique skills.
As long as Bai Zihe met the conditions for comprehension, he could cultivate them with ease.
"Swish..."
"Swish swish swish—"
Streams of light flashed before Bai Zihe's eyes, the image of the cultivator sword riding in the sky indelibly etched into his memory.
More importantly, during sword riding, there was the aspect of how to control the flying sword with true essence.
Bai Zihe became immersed, beginning to comprehend.
Time slowly passed.
Half an hour, one hour...
It was not until two hours later that Bai Zihe suddenly opened his eyes.
He felt it.
However...
He had no sword in hand, as all those treasures had been handed over to Zhuge Sheng, Irina, and the others.
As for the Xuanyuan Sword, he simply couldn't control it; his strength was insufficient!
"Perhaps..."
Bai Zihe turned his head and looked at a large tree.
He could take this opportunity, before Zhuge Sheng and the others arrived, to craft something simple and attempt it.
The sword used for sword riding was, of course, not an ordinary sword.
It was a divine weapon refined by cultivators, capable of easily bearing a cultivator's true essence and enabling flight.
Therefore.
All Bai Zihe needed was to forge a flying sword that met the requirements.
"Bang..."
He approached the large tree and, without hesitation, punched it, breaking it in half.
Then, he took a section of the trunk and, using his true essence as a blade, slowly carved it into the shape of a sword.
A few minutes later.
A wooden sword took shape.
Although it was somewhat crude, it already bore a semblance of its intended form.
"Swish..."
Bai Zihe, without a second thought, injected his true essence into it.
However, an unexpected event occurred, much to his surprise.
"Bang..."
The wooden sword could not withstand his true essence and exploded on the spot, turning into a pile of debris and ashes, ceasing to exist.
This left Bai Zihe in a predicament.
It seemed that even a wooden sword still required appropriate materials; this wouldn't be achievable in a short time.
Helplessly.
Bai Zihe had to abandon this idea for the moment.
He would wait for Zhuge Sheng and the others to arrive and then ask them for a precious sword obtained from Dragon Island.
Meanwhile, Bai Zihe...
Entered the Haotian Tower to challenge the Tongtian Tower.
After some time.
The Haotian Tower issued a reminder: "Your friends are about to arrive."
Bai Zihe emerged from the Tongtian Tower.
Indeed.
Zhuge Sheng and the others had appeared within his sight.
By this time, the sky was nearing dusk.
Bai Zihe casually caught a few fish and set up a makeshift rack to roast them.
"Whew..."
"My heavens, we've finally landed!"
"Damn it, I never want to swim again in my life; it's a death sentence."
The numerous crew members exclaimed.
After coming ashore, they were all nearly exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
Next.
The group, after reaching Dragon Island, had their first meal.
Although the grilled fish tasted mediocre, it was enough to fill their stomachs, which was already quite good.
Subsequently.
Bai Zihe led everyone into the cave they had found earlier and arranged their affairs for the night.
He then sought out Zhuge Sheng.
"Your Majesty, I would like a flying sword."
Bai Zihe stated his intention directly.
He recalled that during the distribution, Zhuge Sheng had several precious swords.
"Alright."
Zhuge Sheng didn't hesitate and produced all the precious swords from his pack.
Bai Zihe casually picked one up.
This sword felt very cold.
As soon as it was unsheathed, a faint chill emanated outwards.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped by seven or eight degrees, imparting a piercing sense of cold.
Bai Zihe was quite satisfied with his choice.
Following that, he left the cave, holding the Zhutian Sword.
"Hum..."
This time, when he injected true essence into it, there was no explosion.
Instead, the blade immediately lit up.
A stream of brilliant light erupted from the sword, dazzling and resplendent.
"Now, what needs to be done is refinement..."
Refinement was simple.
With Bai Zihe's current strength at the Integration stage, it was easily accomplished.
A few minutes later, this Zhutian Sword became one with his mind and soul, allowing him to wield it with ease. He could even store it within his body.
This was the difference between ordinary treasures and refined treasures.
"It's time to try sword riding..."
Bai Zihe pondered, then took action.
"Swish..."
He tossed the Zhutian Sword outwards.
Then...
A wisp of his divine sense attached to it, and he controlled it with his true essence, making the Zhutian Sword dance and slash according to his will, achieving perfect synergy.
In just a few minutes, he had become adept at it.
Now, it was time for the final step.
"Swish..."
Bai Zihe's mind moved, causing the Zhutian Sword to float before him. Then, he stepped onto the blade.
The Zhutian Sword visibly dipped under his weight.
Fortunately.
Bai Zihe quickly stabilized the Zhutian Sword, preventing it from falling to the ground.
"Ascend!"
With a soft shout from Bai Zihe, the Zhutian Sword began to rise, swaying. Though slow and unsteady, it eventually succeeded.
"Go!"
Bai Zihe was somewhat excited.
With a thought, the Zhutian Sword flew forward.
Initially.
He was not very skilled and dared not accelerate too much, focusing only on stability and mastering the most basic techniques.
As time slowly passed.
As his proficiency increased.
Bai Zihe became increasingly adept, and his flight grew faster.
At times...
He was like a shooting star streaking across the celestial expanse, a fleeting glimpse.
At times...
He was like a butterfly fluttering in dance, intricate and flamboyant.
High in the vast sky.
Riding the wind, he surveyed the boundless earth and the endless sea. Bai Zihe felt a surge of magnificent heroism, an urge to break through the heavens.
This feeling...
Was beyond words!
Night had fallen.
The ocean's night sky was exceptionally clear and vast.
The bright moon cast a cool, serene glow.
The brilliant starlight.
Filled Bai Zihe with exhilaration and profound satisfaction.
A thousand miles away, in the South Sea.
A peerlessly beautiful woman sat on a cliff, gazing into the distance.
In the misty depths...
She seemed to see a young man, riding a sword on the wind, free and unfettered in the world.
How elegant.
How dashing.
That appearance...
Though not clearly visible, she knew it was her junior disciple, Bai Zihe!
At this moment, the two experienced a spiritual connection.
But...
At this very instant.
A tear trickled down the corner of the beautiful woman's eye.
It was Bai Zihe's third senior sister, Ning Wanwan.