Flying Sky-Outer Stone

Dabai looked at the stacks of books piled beside Luo Yunji. He had no idea how Luo Yunji could read scripts from so many different eras, but seeing all those strange writing surfaces—tortoise shells, stone tablets, bones, and the like—was impressive enough.

Among them were plenty of scripts that Dabai couldn't recognize.

Here, Luo Yunji had absorbed a great deal of knowledge he'd known about before but never understood. He'd also developed his own insights into the Daoist arts.

Take the marks left where the Water Ribbon from his Water Technique had swept across the ground. They were smoother than any sword-cut surface. Watching the edge of the ribbon whirl at tremendous speed, amplifying its cutting force, was proof enough of how much Luo Yunji's strength had improved during this time.

Every Ice Needle he summoned bore spiral grooves. If one struck, it could easily pierce even the hardest material.

During his time studying in the Mystic Realm, Luo Yunji had worked hard not only to obtain a mountain that could fly, but also to find things his senior brothers would like.

He had read many books for He Dazhi, sought out many long-lost scores for Wu Dayi, and pored over all sorts of plant-related knowledge for Du Bishu, among other things.

As the days passed, Tian Buyi and the others were nearly frantic at the edge of the Sea of Heavenly Mystery. If Zhou Yixian hadn't assured them that Luo Yunji was fine, who knew what those lunatics from Big Bamboo Peak might have done?

Strangely enough, Zhou Yixian avoided everyone from the Azure Cloud Sect except the people of Big Bamboo Peak. As someone who had come from the Mystic Realm, he harbored some resentment toward the Azure Cloud Sect. It wasn't directed at anyone there now; it