What Guan Qing had said about relying on a magical artifact was indeed the norm for Reverted Elixir cultivators when they flew.
At the Reverted Elixir realm, they had found their own Innate Spiritual Nature Seed and continued to nurture it. Their supernatural powers and magical might had surpassed mortal limits, enough to stir changes in heaven and earth.
Short flights or a few aerial maneuvers in a fight were no problem. But for a journey of hundreds or thousands of miles, their magical power still fell short, and they often needed an artifact to carry them.
Guan Qing's black-smoke-spewing gourd, for instance, was something he had fashioned from materials he had gathered himself. It was the foundation of his travels across the Eastern Sea.
In that sense, only cultivators at the Reverted Elixir realm could enjoy true freedom upon the Eastern Sea's vast waters.
Su Che naturally had to be courteous to him. After all, he still could not tell what sort of sect the Profound Intent Sect was.
The Sword Palace naturally stood foremost in the Eastern Sea, but there were other great sects beneath it. They might not stand ten thousand miles above the world like the Mystic Gate's three outer-heaven sects, yet their roots ran deep, and many had Earth Immortals presiding over them.
One had to travel to the Ten Isles of the Eastern Sea to find sects like those, however.
This stretch of the Eastern Sea near the Central Land was the Qiantang Dragon Clan's territory.
"I found an ancient text left by Qi Refinement practitioners of the Ancient Era. Its only advantage is that it gives me a deeper reserve of magical power. I can't compare with your nimble arts, Brother Guan."
Su Che gave him a guileless smile.
"I'm sorry to trouble