Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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“I remember that the ‘Classic of Wine’ records a type of wine that was brewed from seawater. That wine was difficult to make, but it was very delicious and had a slightly salty taste.”

"I never imagined I could actually brew a cup of wine like this, but this place has the most wondrous seawater in the world. Old Ape, do you think wine brewed with this seawater would be even more earth-shattering than the Seven Starry Night Wine?"

As Baili Dongjun paced back and forth, he muttered to himself, seemingly quite pleased with his idea. "Old ape, old ape, why aren't you paying attention to me?" He turned around, only to find that the old ape had already gone down the mountain.

"Forget it, forget it. Brewing wine can't be rushed. Let's think about what to do about internal energy cultivation." Baili Dongjun sat down cross-legged. "Senior Mo Yi asked me to create a new internal energy cultivation method, but it's not that simple. Maybe we should start with the Autumn Water Technique."

Although the Autumn Water Technique was created by the Confucian Immortal, it was Ji Ruofeng of the Hundred Knowledge Hall who passed it on to Baili Dongjun. At that time, he relied on the ten-year medicinal cultivation body created for him by the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, and he learned almost everything in just a few days. But today, his body is completely empty, so he has made up for all the mistakes he made back then.

Baili Dongjun sat cross-legged for a while, following the internal energy principles of the Autumn Water Technique, circulating the pitiful amount of true energy that had just accumulated in his body over the past few days.

An hour later, Baili Dongjun fell asleep.

Then I had a dream.

I dreamt that I turned into a long white dragon and fell into the sea. As I sank down the earth-shattering waterfall, I roared and tried to swim upstream, but the current kept knocking me down.

He felt the impact of the seawater, the scorching heat of the flames, and heard the laughter of the immortals behind the clouds. He was furious, roaring at the sky again and again, but there was no response, only repeated blows.

So he could only look down in despair.

The abyss seemed endless, and he kept falling, falling, as if trapped in an eternal dream. His only choice was to close his eyes and wait to grow old in this fall, turning into a pile of mindless bones.

"No, we must not fall like this."

The long dragon swung its tail and soared into the sky.

But then a huge wave crashed down.

Baili Dongjun suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

He was surrounded by mist, his entire back soaked through. He felt a surge of internal energy circulating within him, though far less potent than before, it was still significantly stronger than when he first arrived on the island. It seemed that his recent spiritual journey hadn't been a simple dream.

"Phew." Baili Dongjun let out a long sigh. "Just as Senior Mo said, there really is a mysterious world behind the stone tablet. The dream I just had was too real. If I had given up just now, I might not have been able to wake up."

Baili Dongjun stood up, drew the Undying Sword from his waist, and silently began to practice his sword. First, he practiced the simplest "Nineteen Forms of Embroidered Sword," then the Instant Kill Sword Technique passed down by his father, and finally he practiced the Western Chu Sword Song once again.

"It still ends with asking the Heavens." Baili Dongjun regretfully sheathed his sword. "I can't unleash that sword that points to the Heavenly Dao. Master, oh Master, what exactly is my Great Dao?"

.......

Months passed.

Outside the stone tablet.

Baili Dongjun awoke from his meditation once again. He stood up and wiped the sweat from his beard.

For months on end, the once dashing young man had become a burly, sweaty, bearded man. He stood up, his white clothes now tattered and torn.

"It's a good thing Miss Yueyao didn't see me like this," Baili Dongjun laughed. "Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing!"

"Perhaps she likes you just the way you are right now?" Mo Yi slowly walked out from behind the stone tablet.

Baili Dongjun sniffed his arm: "Senior Mo Yi is joking. If I smelled like the fermented bean juice snacks in Tianqi City, no one would dare to come near me."

Baili Dongjun said solemnly, "Senior, I feel like I've hit a bottleneck. I haven't made any progress in the past ten days."

"What do you mean?" Mo Yi asked.

Baili Dongjun waved his hand lightly, feeling the surging true energy within his body. Although it still couldn't reach his peak, it was close enough.

“My internal energy cultivation method has broken free from the constraints of the Autumn Water Technique, but I always feel that something is missing, and I cannot completely control it at will. I thought about it for a long time and figured out the reason.”

Mo Yi cooperated with him earnestly: "Oh? What's the reason?"

"I think I might need to," Baili Dongjun suddenly turned and leaped forward, "take a bath!"

It plunged straight down with the surging seawater, falling into the deep, unfathomable depths.

Baili Dongjun closed his eyes.

I thought of that recurring dream.

I dreamt that I became a white dragon, and was repeatedly knocked down by the current, but I was unwilling to sink into oblivion, so I kept swimming upstream.

Beyond the mist, it seemed as if immortals were whispering mockery.

In the depths of darkness, it seems as if an unknown monster is roaring.

Seawater and flames repeatedly tormented his will.

And the only thing I remember is...

Never compromise!

"Come, let me transform into a white dragon!" Baili Dongjun roared, looking up.

A huge wave crashed down and instantly submerged him.

Mo Yi walked to the edge of the cliff, watched Baili Dongjun's figure disappear, and sighed softly, "He really is still just a child!"

Baili Dongjun was swept away by a wave. With nowhere to hold onto on the surging tide, just as he was about to be swallowed by the giant wave, he grabbed the hilt of the sword on his back.

He carried a sword at his waist, named Undyed.

He carried a knife on his back, and his name was known for its extravagance.

"Raise your blade!" Baili Dongjun swung his blade fiercely towards the sea below.

The surging sword energy propelled him forward, and in an instant, it broke through the waves and disappeared.

"Alright." Mo Yi paused lightly, and a wooden bucket emerged from the ground. Mo Yi lifted her foot and stepped onto the bucket, her eyes revealing a hint of appreciation. "Let's drink a cup."

"Mo Yi! That's my wine! I haven't even taken a sip!" Baili Dongjun cursed.

Mo Yi was not angry because of Baili Dongjun's angry shout and calling him by his name. After all, Mr. Li had been insulted by Baili Dongjun for a sip of wine that day.

He gently extended a finger, and a hole appeared in the wooden barrel. The wine flowed from the barrel into Mo Yi's mouth in a stream. Mo Yi didn't drink much, and quickly kicked a small stone to plug the hole. He lightly licked his lips: "A little salty."

Baili Dongjun, relying on a sword of exquisite beauty and overwhelming power, tumbled through the surging waves, barely managing to keep himself from falling. He sighed and gripped the Undying Dust sword at his waist.

"Master, let me show you my dual-wielding swordsmanship!"

The left hand is untouched by dust, while the right hand is adorned with finery.

Baili Dongjun suddenly spun around, his sword energy soaring and his saber energy dancing wildly. No matter how turbulent the waves were, they could no longer get within three feet of him. Baili Dongjun flew straight up, just like...

"A bamboo dragonfly?" Mo Yi's eyes suddenly became somewhat dazed.

He remembered the little girl who liked to wear green, standing by the river, gently twirling her hand, and then laughing happily.

"Little Greenie," Mo Yi said, bowing her head slightly in reproach.

Meanwhile, Baili Dongjun finally broke through the waves. He sheathed his sword and floated above the tide. Looking up at the sky, he saw a blazing red sky; looking down at the sea, he saw surging tides; and looking ahead, he saw a mist.

In the mist, it seemed as if gods and Buddhas lay still, and immortals danced.

Suddenly, Baili Dongjun had a bold idea. As his body continued to fall, before he plunged into the sea, he suddenly gripped the swords in his hands.

Mo Yi snapped out of his reverie and looked up at Baili Dongjun. Even someone as composed as him couldn't hide a hint of shock in his eyes. He roared, "No way!"

But it was too late. Baili Dongjun brandished his sword and slashed fiercely at the mist.

"Whether human or god, beyond this end, is there another end? Let me see it clearly!" Baili Dongjun roared angrily.

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Swords and blades were drawn simultaneously.

The mist seemed to ripple slightly, yet it also seemed to remain perfectly still.

Baili Dongjun was taken aback and sheathed his sword: "Could it really just be a mist?"

Behind the mist, the dancing immortal suddenly stopped. The shadow swayed, as if it had walked to the front of the mist and was about to break through it at any moment, but in the end it still did not come out. However, the shadow seemed to extend a finger beyond the mist.

The surging seawater suddenly froze in that instant.

The water mist noticeably fluctuated.

Then Baili Dongjun felt the supreme power of the sword and saber he had just unleashed all rebounding back!

Baili Dongjun tried to block, but the full-force attack had exhausted all his strength. Just then, a white sleeve suddenly wrapped around his waist and pulled him backward. Baili Dongjun turned his head and saw Mo Yi rising into the wind and flying towards him.

"Senior Mo Yi!" Baili Dongjun called out.

"Overestimating yourself." Mo Yi snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves and sent Baili Dongjun flying back onto the cliff. Then, he spun around and hovered in mid-air. Facing the fierce sword and blade attack, he extended a palm.

"Gossip!"

Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols give rise to the Eight Trigrams.

The strongest internal cultivation method of Huanglong Mountain is the Eight Trigrams Heart Gate.

Baili Dongjun stood on the shore, his heart filled with astonishment: "What a huge gossip!"

A giant Bagua shape appeared, blocking all the sword and saber attacks.

The shadow remained standing there behind the mist, neither moving forward nor backward.

Mo Yi stood in mid-air, his long sleeves fluttering, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, yet his expression was unusually solemn.

"Rise!" Mo Yi waved his sleeves, and the once calm sea surged up again beneath his feet.

The shadows behind the mist finally receded.

Mo Yi let out a soft breath, turned around, and landed back on the cliff.

"What lies beyond that mist?" Baili Dongjun couldn't help but ask.

Mo Yi withdrew her long sleeves and looked at the gradually calming mist: "The unknowable should not be questioned any further."

Baili Dongjun frowned and said, "Could it be that there is still a world beyond the end, and that there are immortals above that world?"

“If you were truly an immortal, you wouldn’t be standing here right now,” Mo Yi said quietly. “You can ask about that matter when you’re more capable. Right now, you’re still far from being able to do so.”

Baili Dongjun plunged the sword in his hand into the ground, and suddenly said solemnly, "I have just figured out my internal energy cultivation method."

"Oh?" Mo Yi's tone was indifferent.

“These past few months, I have often dreamt of transforming into a white dragon, flowing across this vast ocean. I once thought that the Autumn Water Technique created by Master Gu Chen was a further step, that it should lead from the autumn waters into the ocean, and that my internal energy cultivation method should take the ocean as the way of heaven.”

"Ji Ruofeng, the head of Baixiaotang, once said that I am destined to be connected with water. When I entered the sea just now, I had already gained some insights that have surpassed the Autumn Water Technique."

"But I still felt a sense of regret. It wasn't until I broke through the waves and soared above the sea, seeing the fiery red sky above and the surging sea below, and facing the immortal in the mist, that my fighting spirit was aroused even more." Baili Dongjun's eyes suddenly became incredibly bright. "I felt that the sea was still not enough."

“That’s not enough!” Mo Yi asked.

"Heavens, only this place is enough!" Baili Dongjun paused lightly, and the cliff was completely desolate. "My internal strength will be renowned throughout the heavens."

The wooden barrel containing the wine suddenly shattered.

Baili Dongjun turned around and took a sudden, sharp breath.

A jet of water shot out of the bucket and finally landed in Baili Dongjun's mouth.

Baili Dongjun licked his lips one last time and chuckled, "It really is a bit salty."

Mo Yi said calmly, "You'll get drunk if you drink so much."

Baili Dongjun's body began to sway slightly: "I think I'm already drunk. Right now, I really want to..."

"What are you thinking about? Show me a sword routine?"

"No, I suddenly really want to, really want to practice a set of boxing moves," Baili Dongjun murmured.

Baili Dongjun stood on the edge of the cliff, taking three steps and falling three times as he practiced a set of punches.

Mo Yi had never seen this set of boxing techniques before. After watching for a while, he laughed and said, "I've never seen this set of boxing techniques before. What is it? Is it the Buddhist Sleeping Arhat Fist, or the Taoist Three-Step Stagger?"

Baili Dongjun let out a burp, then threw another punch, Hai Chao Xiong Yong (cdbj): "This set of fist techniques is my own creation."

"Oh? You just created an internal energy cultivation technique and now you've created a fist technique. Have you thought of a name for it yet?" Mo Yi asked.

"Wait...wait until I'm done." Baili Dongjun suddenly steadied himself, stomped his foot on the ground, but because he didn't control his strength well, his whole foot sank in. So he pulled his foot out with force and let out a long burp.

Mo Yi took a step back with a hint of disgust, waved her sleeve, and frowned slightly.

Baili Dongjun's expression suddenly turned serious. He changed his previous swaying posture and performed a set of fist techniques with smooth and powerful movements. In the mist above the sea, the shadows seemed to gather together to watch Baili Dongjun's fist techniques.

"Not bad, that's a good set of boxing techniques," Mo Yi also praised.

After finishing his set of punches, Baili Dongjun looked up at the sky and said, "I feel it's still lacking something. This set of punches doesn't have the power to reach the heavens; it only matches the vastness of the ocean. How about we call it... Maritime Transport?"

"Internal strength reaching the heavens, fist techniques flowing like the sea—these are all very good names. However, 'half-step divine travel' is indeed lacking." Mo Yi nodded, "It does fall a little short."

"What do you mean by something missing?" Baili Dongjun asked, puzzled.

"Perhaps something less is actually the best." Mo Yi suddenly flicked his long sleeves and pointed west. "Maybe it's over there, what do you think?"