At this moment, what was in front of Lin Luoran was not just the temptation to fly with a sword, but also her need to go out and not be trapped at the bottom of the valley.

  Bai Xianzi gazed at the Zhaoxue in her hand, a hint of nostalgia flashing across her face, and then she vanished quickly. In her long life, apart from fighting, she had indeed done many things that tempted people's hearts. Having seen many talented cultivators, which one could escape the temptation of magical artifacts?

  So Bai Xianzi was confident and no longer in a hurry. In her opinion, it should be the younger generation of Qi Refining stage who were anxious.

  Bai Xianzi smiled with three parts surprise and one part reserve, the remaining six parts still belonged to the former high-ranking cultivator's proud and condescending aura.

  Lin Luoran thought for half a day, then jumped up from the ground and looked at Bai Xianzi, saying very seriously: "Alright, your suggestion is indeed tempting, I admit that I'm moved... As an exchange, tell me what you want, Fairy!"

  The White Fairy clapped her hands, but it's unknown how a lone residual soul like her managed to make a sound while clapping; perhaps she utilized the friction of the wind in the air?

  "My request is simple, take me out of this valley."

  Is it just going out of the valley? Lin Luo Ran frowned, the boundless deep chasm was a high mountain to this Qi-practicing little cultivator, and also had limitations for this formless fairy?

  The White Immortal noticed her hesitation and pointed to the round stone under his feet, explaining: "Many years ago, I was ambushed by a treacherous person and almost lost my body and soul. A wisp of my remaining soul escaped into this valley and was gathered by this Soul Stone, allowing me to barely survive. However, I am also trapped by it and cannot take half a step out of this mountain valley..."

  Bai Xianzi smiled wryly at this point: "Even if you can escape the shackles of the Soul Stone, without any external protection, the gusts that are everywhere in the abyss, which may be just a bit stronger for you, are enough to blow my divine soul apart."

  Lin Luoran fell silent for a while after hearing this, and she didn't know how much truth was in the White Immortal's words. But if what she said was true, then it would be a truly tragic thing for a wisp of residual soul to linger here for over a thousand years.

  "Immortal maiden, may I presumptuously ask you a question?"

  If it weren't for the sake of this Qi-refining period, Bai Xianzi wouldn't have put down her posture to talk so much with Lin Luoran. Since she has already said what should and shouldn't be said, answering two questions isn't a big deal either. So she nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

  Lin Luoran hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and asking, "What was the Fairy's cultivation like before she fell into the mountain valley? And what about the great migration of the True Realm's Yuanying stage practitioners a thousand years ago?"

  Bai Xianzi didn't expect her to ask that. She paused for a moment, it had been a long time since she last reminisced about the past. Speaking of which, it was still in the third year of Zhou Wu.

  "I hadn't heard of the Great Migration of Yuan Ying before my fall, it must have happened after I fell... It was the third year of Zhou Wu, oh, you should have heard of it, that's when Huanxi Sect's Wu Mei'er ran to the mortal world to become an emperor, causing a big joke in the cultivation world... As for why I'm so sure I hadn't heard of the Great Migration of Yuan Ying, it's because when I was ambushed in the secret realm, my cultivation was already in the late stage of Yuan Ying. If there were any rumors of migration before that, I would have definitely received the news, so young one, this is a question I cannot answer for you."

  Late fetal stage? Lin Luorans inhaled a breath of cool air, she had previously underestimated this white fairy, fortunately she now only has a wisp of residual soul, and temporarily has something to ask of her, otherwise the situation at this time would be hard to say.

  "Senior, could it be that only cultivators above the Yuan Ying period received this message?" Lin Luo Ran asked, not knowing why she was so concerned about the mystery of the cultivation world's migration. Perhaps those seniors who knew about the fall of the Heavenly Way had foreseen the decline of the Earth's cultivation lineage a thousand years later and had migrated to other places suitable for cultivation. Or perhaps something unexpected had happened, forcing them to leave... But Lin Luo Ran was certain that as she progressed on her own cultivation path, the whereabouts of the seniors would be extremely important to her.

  Bai Xianzi laughed, causing the flowers to tremble. "A cultivator above the Yuanying stage?... Since I started practicing in this realm, from Qi Refining to Yuanying, it's been over 600 years, and I've never seen a cultivator break through the Yuanying stage and ascend to the Nascent Soul stage! They say that once you reach the Nascent Soul stage, you'll break open the void and fly away in broad daylight, leaving the mortal realm behind. But who knows where those Nascent Soul stage cultivators who supposedly broke open the void and flew away actually went?"

  Shattering the void, soaring into the sky? Lin Luo's hands clenched into fists. This was a realm far beyond his own, but for now, he should focus on what was in front of him!

  "Fairy, shall we learn the sword-fighting technique first?"

  Bai Xianzi looked her up and down, nodded slowly: "Now that the original spirit of this deity has been greatly damaged, I can no longer see through your body's attribute foundation. Seeing that you can create some shoddy water curtains, it seems that the foundation contains a water system. Just wanting to drive the snow out of the deep abyss should be enough."

  Bai Xianzi raised her hand and pointed, with a speed that Lin Luoran couldn't avoid no matter what. A white light instantly entered Lin Luoran's brow, and suddenly a piece of ancient text information appeared in his mind. Lin Luoran then knew that this was the so-called "Yu Jian Jue".

  "You go study by yourself first." Bai Xianzi threw out this sentence, perhaps because she had exhausted too much energy from being mysterious today. She transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared under the large round stone.

  Lin Luoran chose a dry patch of grass, fearing that the fearless deer and rabbits would come bounding over, so she kept one or two strands of her consciousness on high alert, while the rest of her mind was fully immersed in the ancient text.

  "Sword, a tool. Fine gold and divine wood can be used as materials, earth fire casting..." This is a general outline that talks about the sword, translated into English, it roughly explains the levels of flying swords in the cultivation world and common materials for refining flying swords, as well as some simple equipment techniques.

  The following short paragraph is about the technique of controlling the sword, and how to activate and control the array carved by Zhao Xue herself.

  In comparison, the previous outline opened up by Lin Luo Ran was not only the gate of swordsmanship, but also a more systematic understanding of the way of refining equipment, which is the most precious place.

  Lin Luoran was like a surfer in the ocean, transforming into a giant whale that absorbed knowledge crazily, not willing to let go of even a single word. The entire text of over 10,000 characters, still in classical Chinese, was etched into her mind through repeated study - White Immortal's One-Fingered Force directly inputted the text into her brain, although it was very convenient and fast, but it wasn't Lin Luoran's own effort, making her feel insecure. She felt that only if she memorized it herself could she never forget it for her entire life.

  The secret realm still has day and night, and it is unknown how this secret realm hidden at the bottom of the 10,000-meter sea achieves the alternation of day and night. In short, it has its own set of rules.

  When Lin Luo Ran woke up from his meditation, he found that the night had already fallen, and the valley was peaceful, with only occasional insect calls in the darkness bringing a hint of life.

  Lin Luoran opened her eyes, gazing at the round stone with a hint of complexity. A few clumps of grass were stained with the night's frost, sparkling and translucent in the moonlight, evoking a sense of pity. However, the round stone was silent and still, where could she find the White Immortal's slightly haughty figure?

  Lin Luoran lowered her eyelids, recalling the sword technique and the overall plan of refining equipment. She couldn't figure out what White Immortal wanted by giving her such a "big gift". What was she plotting?