In the sky a thousand feet high, the Gang Feng roared.
Zhang Yao steered the Flying Sword, transforming into a streak of yellow light streaking across the firmament.
"The view from this height is truly magnificent beyond words..."
Zhang Yao stood on the Flying Sword with his hands behind his back, overlooking the vast mountains and rivers below, feeling carefree and joyful.
With cultivation at the Middle stage Qi Refining, maneuvering a Low grade Magical Artifact Flying Sword, the speed is just a few dozen feet in an instant, not much different from employing the Divine Movement Skill on the ground.
But this feeling of flying through the vast sky, free and unfettered, is something ground travel cannot compare to, making it quite intoxicating.
"Boom!"
After flying several hundred miles in one go, Zhang Yao lowered his Flying Sword Escape Light, landing in a deep mountain.
