Spring passed and autumn came, and fifty years went by.
Azure Lotus Island was a massive valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. A huge lake lay within the valley, and a blue pavilion had been built atop its surface, with flying eaves and interlocking brackets, its carved beams and painted rafters exquisitely ornate.
The calm surface of the lake suddenly exploded. Countless waves soared into the air, transforming into blue Flying Swords—more than a thousand of them.
The pavilion's doors suddenly opened, and a burly blue-robed youth walked out.
The blue-robed youth had sharp, sword-like brows and bright, starry eyes. A blue Sword Box was strapped to his back, bearing a wave design.
Wang Lihe was a Sword Cultivator who had already reached the Spirit Transformation Stage.
He had entered the Spirit Transformation Stage more than two hundred years ago, but he had not received the same treatment as Wang Qingshan. He possessed only three Flying Swords, though each one was a Heavenly Treasure, which was already quite impressive.
Wang Lihe did not care to compare himself with other Spirit Transformation Sword Cultivators. He only wanted to surpass Wang Qingshan.
Wang Lihe flicked his sleeve, and a streak of blue sword light swept out. He leaped onto it, and the blue sword light carried him into the sky.
Flying on a sword was a unique ability of Sword Cultivators: riding sword light through the air.
After more than a thousand years of development, Azure Lotus Island had flourished.
Following Wang Lihe's gaze, one could see mountain peaks rising in the distance, along with pavilions and palaces, gardens, waterside terraces, towering ancient trees nearby, rugged strange rocks, and exotic flowers and grasses.
Wang Family cultivators either rode Spirit Birds through the sky, used Daoist arts to skim across the heavens,