Dozens of days later, aboard the flying boat.
Li Ping's avatar and his true body sat cross-legged, both radiating an aura that made the heart tremble.
His Nascent Soul was switching to the Myriad Spirits Creation Chapter, further refining itself in the process.
His true body, meanwhile, was switching to the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
"Boss, we're at Cliffsun Mountain." The Desolate Fire Sparrow's voice rang beside his ear.
Li Ping opened his eyes. "Oh? We're here?"
He rose to his feet. With a slight stirring of his thoughts, a tiny Nascent Soul an inch and a half tall crawled out from the back of Xuan Er's head. In a flash, it appeared above the crown of his own head, then slipped inside with a playful laugh and vanished.
Once his Nascent Soul had returned to his true body, Li Ping put Xuan Er away with a wave of his hand.
After forming, a Nascent Soul could leave the body and cultivate independently. However, the outside world was fraught with hazards-even wind and sunlight could harm it.
That was why Li Ping had hidden his Nascent Soul inside Xuan Er, using his shell as a lodge to isolate it from the outside environment, lest spending too long outside damage its origin essence.
Now that he was about to arrive at the Yun Household, he naturally brought his Nascent Soul back into his true body.
Only with his Nascent Soul and dharma body united could he truly unleash the combat strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Having finished his preparations, Li Ping stood at the bow of the flying boat with his hands behind his back, directing his awareness toward Derivation Island within his sea of consciousness.
At that moment, a mass of gray mist enveloped Derivation Island, which was deriving the