Second, he could not take anyone along in flight while his cultivation was still shallow.
When using this method, even protecting himself required his full concentration; maintaining his own shifts between substance and insubstantiality within the sword light was already extremely difficult.
If he tried to shelter someone else, his attention would be divided. The slightest mistake could cause a backlash of Sword Qi or forcibly drag him down into collapse. At best, he would suffer grave injuries; at worst, both man and sword would be destroyed.
But in Song Yan's view, this second point was not much of a problem either.
He felt little disappointment. Instead, intense interest welled up within him.
The freedom of turning his body into streaming light, his form following wherever his mind went, was no less alluring than carrying someone in flight.
With this escape technique, the heavens were high and the seas vast-where could he not go!
He sat cross-legged right there in the courtyard, banished stray thoughts, and immersed his Divine Sense in comprehending the method.
His Divine Sense, transformed after Foundation Establishment, along with the lotus within the Sword Mansion of the Dao-Subduing, allowed Little Song's understanding of this escape technique to soar.
He circulated the mental method, drawing Qi through a full circuit.
A faint, sharp presence gradually enveloped his body. Within the Sword Mansion of the Dao-Subduing, Unmoored Boat's true body hummed and trembled softly, reflecting the lotus's Dao Patterns.
He tried drawing out a strand of Sword Qi to coil around himself, guiding his own Qi into harmony with it, turning his entire body into his Life-Bound Flying Sword.
Time passed.
Deep within the Bamboo Grove, the figure seated cross-legged on the bluestone gradually became shrouded in a constantly flowing silver-white halo, hazy and faint.
That halo was