The journey continued steadily over the next two days.
Kyrian maintained the mount's pace, adjusting only small deviations whenever the mark on his hand pulsed more strongly.
The black horse with wide wings showed no signs of fatigue on the first day, advancing with strength and stability.
The altitude remained practically the same throughout the entire route, above the clouds, where visibility was wide and the wind cut past with uniform speed.
For the entire first day, Kyrian simply watched the sky. He found no cities along the way, nor any signs of cultivators at that altitude.
Only a few flying beasts, but none dared to approach a beast in the core formation realm.
Every few hours, Kyrian checked the mark. The heat it produced increased softly, signaling that they were heading in the right direction.
When the sun set for the second time and the sky grew completely dark, Kyrian pulled the horse's reins.
"Descend here."
