Setting out!

Su Bai reached out and firmly wrapped his fingers around the Soaring Dragon Sword's hilt, which was cool as jade yet carried a faint warmth.

With a slight stirring of his thoughts, the spiritual power tempered by his sword phantasm surged from his dantian into the blade.

Hum-!

The Soaring Dragon Sword let out a clear cry of utter delight.

The dragon patterns on its blade suddenly lit up, as though a slumbering dragon soul had awakened in an instant.

The entire sword seemed to have been infused with vibrant life. No longer a cold object, it became an extension of Su Bai's arm, a vessel for his will.

It actually leaped lightly from his hand of its own accord, trailing blue-gold light as it spiritedly circled him once. Its tip trembled slightly, like a companion joyfully looking him over after a long separation.

Then it became a concentrated streak of blue radiance and shot into his dantian at his abdomen, the process smooth and natural, without the slightest obstruction.

A high-grade spirit sword already possessed spiritual awareness. Once refined, it became like a part of a cultivator's body, its spirituality in harmony with his own, able to pass through his flesh at will and be summoned from or stored within his dantian and purple mansion.

Within his dantian, spirit liquid slowly revolved like a miniature nebula.

His newly formed sword phantasm, that strange, translucent little sword, hovered quietly at the center of the spirit liquid, giving off its own uniquely keen rhythm.

After entering, the Soaring Dragon Sword did not sink like a foreign object. Instead, like a fish returning to its nest, it darted nimbly through the spirit liquid before slowly circling the sword phantasm along a mysterious trajectory.

As though drawn to it, the sword phantasm trembled