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Chen Mobai stood at the entrance of the Wanbao Cave, taking a deep breath.

The smoky cloud in his palm dispersed, shimmering like a myriad of crystal fragments, forming a pale red mist that floated half a meter above the ground.

With a light jump, Chen Mobai was already standing atop the "Crimson Cloud Mist."

The sensation underfoot was like stepping on a soft carpet, extremely comfortable.

"It's just like the cloud-riding scenes from the TV dramas I watched as a kid."

Experiencing his very own exclusive mount for the first time, Chen Mobai felt a slight thrill of excitement.

With a release of spiritual power from his feet, the Crimson Cloud Mist burst into a pale red glow and swiftly carried him upwards into the sky.

The ease and comfort, so different from flying techniques, made Chen Mobai indulge in the sensation.

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Yesterday, he had asked Ming Yihua how to refine this Crimson Cloud Mist. Ming Yihua sent over a book detailing everything from material extraction, cloud refinement, to the final consecration.

Chen Mobai selectively flipped to the last section.

After studying the consecration technique, he spent the whole night practicing, and today he was finally able to control this iconic cloud artifact of the Dance Weapon Academy.

If using the flying technique felt like pedaling a bicycle, requiring effort throughout the body,

Now controlling the Crimson Cloud Mist was like steering a car.

All it took was an infusion of spiritual power and then directing it with one's divine sense.

Riding the pale red clouds, Chen Mobai traced rainbows across the sky, his movements growing more elaborate, soaring and diving, rolling and arcing.

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