Although the Flying Boat was fast, it still fell far short of Sword Riding.
So after riding the Flying Boat for four hours and recovering their magic power, they took to their flying swords again, one after another.
This time, they no longer competed over speed. At a normal pace, cultivators could actually keep flying for a very long time.
Another four hours passed. The mountains beneath and ahead of them grew increasingly desolate. Though it was afternoon and the sunlight was bright, their surroundings gave He Pingsheng an oppressive, dark feeling.
The roars of wild beasts rang incessantly in their ears.
"We're almost there!"
Xuanyuan Chang Geng pointed at the enormous mountain ahead. "The [mist god flower] is different from other spirit herbs. It's a law spirit herb, so it doesn't grow in places rich in spiritual energy. Wherever it grows, laws are sure to accompany it!"
"There's a valley behind this mountain, shrouded in mist all year round!"
"The mist god flower is in that valley!"
"Be careful, everyone. The Demon Beasts here are formidable!"
"Make sure you conceal your auras!"
Whoosh...
As he spoke, the four of them crossed the cloud-piercing mountain, where snowflakes swirled and bitter winds howled.
They steered their flying swords into a sharp dive toward the valley.
Within a few breaths, they descended from the mountaintop into the valley.
The temperature rose abruptly, and the slopes once again presented a scene of lush greenery and wildflowers everywhere.
As they descended farther to the valley floor, however, everything became a hazy expanse of white.
Mist swirled all around!
The four landed!
The ground beneath their feet was soft, covered in a thick layer of humus formed from years of accumulated fallen leaves.
He Pingsheng extended his divine sense, perceiving everything within roughly four hundred