Two days later.
Several thousand meters above the ground, black fog as dense as liquid clouds drifted slowly.
Through gaps in the black fog, rays of light like golden arrows could faintly be seen shooting out. A human silhouette enveloped in golden light rose and fell within the black fog.
The air here had strangely become much fresher. It was unlike the thin air that should have been found at such high altitudes, further proving one thing—though the Heavenly Abyss was called an abyss of heaven, it was actually an abyss extending deep underground. The higher one went, the closer one came to the surface, rather than leaving the Comprehensive Martial World and reaching outer space.
"The resentment here is even denser. It has even condensed some corrupted power of Heaven and Earth. Even I feel immense pressure. I shouldn't stay long. No wonder no one has ever left the Heavenly Abyss all these years."
The figure floating in midair was naturally Jiang Dali.
He had changed into a set of ancient, unadorned clothes stripped from some unlucky fellow. The Phantom Soul Power extending from the back of his neck transformed into a pair of enormous golden wings as large as his body. They looked forged from molten gold, gleaming brilliantly and illuminating his layered, rock-like muscles until they seemed piled from gold, brimming with overwhelming power.
Ever since cultivating the War God's Catalogue to the Shaking the Ancient and Illuminating the Present level of the tenth realm and condensing his Phantom Soul, he had lacked the ability for long-distance flight, but he could still use his Phantom Soul to form a pair of wings and maintain short-distance flight, hover in midair, or glide for a while.
Ultimately, this was because the wings formed by the Phantom Soul originated from