Meanwhile, high above the sect, Han Yu found himself moving through the sky faster than he had ever experienced before.
The wind howled past his ears, yet he felt none of its force.
The Peak Head's Qi shielded him completely.
Still, Han Yu's eyes widened slightly as he looked down.
The sect stretched beneath them like a massive living organism. Peaks rose like jagged teeth from the earth, rivers of blood-colored water snaked between them, and distant halls glittered under the dim crimson sky.
Everything looked smaller.
Much smaller.
"This speed…" Han Yu thought.
They were moving at least ten times faster than his own maximum speed.
Perhaps even more.
And the most astonishing part was that the Peak Head was not using any spirit tool.
No flying sword.
No artifact.
No mount.
He was flying purely through cultivation.
Han Yu felt a strange excitement rise in his chest.
"When will I reach this level?" he wondered.
