The bright moon rose over the sea.
That single word, "rose," was truly exquisite, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Even for a Sword Immortal using divine roaming techniques, no matter how swift his sword flight, it could not compare to a Three Mountains Talisman that crossed continents at will, much less the Night Voyage Ship.
A hazy dharma form swept past countless islands in the sea. Above the ocean, vast Sword Qi tore open innumerable banks of cloud, while a blue figure carved out one endlessly long road after another through the skies.
Now and then, Water Descendants looked up in alarm, seeing only a flash of azure sword light, flickering bright and dim. A moment later came a string of deafening thunderclaps, reverberating across the lonely sea and sky.
The Sword Immortal occasionally lowered his sword flight. Sword Qi cleaved waves and split seas as he passed an isolated island suspended beyond the shore, making the green hues of its mountains lean to one side with a rustling shiver.
He passed an unknown immortal family's sea manor, its magnificent buildings packed together like fish scales, its lights blazing.
The azure figure, which had nearly crashed straight into the island, split in an instant into more than ten streaks of sword light, rising and falling as they neatly skirted the ancestral mountain.
The dazzling sword lights that parted upon meeting the mountain dragged radiant trails through the air, shimmering in a riot of colors before converging into one line again over the sea more than a hundred miles away.
During a pause to regulate his breath, Chen Ping'an slowed his sword light and revealed himself. He traced half an arc, his green robes drifting down upon the sea. Then he strode across the waves, both sleeves billowing full of ocean wind.