Blue waves stretched ten thousand miles. The Night Voyage Ship drifted like a floating duckweed leaf, while the star-filled sky glittered like the most beautiful ceiling well in the world.
What a splendid wind.
They arrived at the covered bridge linking two lofty towers. Since Chen Ping'an was the acting city lord of Lingxi City, he enjoyed many conveniences. He undid the two layers of mountain water restriction binding city and ship, and the tranquil yet magnificent vista of sea and sky spread fully before their eyes.
This time, when Xiao Mo sent forth his sword, none of the expected complications arose. It went exceptionally smoothly.
That was unexpected, yet entirely reasonable.
Across the several worlds, anyone capable of stopping that streak of sword light would at minimum have to be an Ascension Realm cultivator presiding over a Dao field.
Besides Old Fourteen, Zhici ascending to the heavens, Bai Ye's reincarnation, and figures such as the Bixiao Cave Master, when that sword light traveled through the Azure Sky World, she directly manifested a towering Dharma form within a round of Bright Moon Haocai. This old Daoist wanted to see who was so blind as to dare obstruct the sword light.
The Righteous World did not stop it, the Savage World did not block it, and matters proceeded smoothly in the Western Buddha Country as well. Yet the Azure Sky World, where this humble Daoist had set foot, had to stir up some damned trouble?
As for those newly emerged Fourteen Realms, whether hidden or openly revealed, most were occupied stabilizing their Dao foundations. They cherished this hard-won cultivation greatly and had no desire to create needless complications or contend out of sheer spirit. Others, like Elegant Appearance Yao Qing, sought something else entirely. The sword light vanished in an instant—what