A month later, Small Hill Hollow.
The sun hung low in the west, dyeing the ground a brilliant gold.
A black shadow suddenly streaked across the golden earth.
In the sky, Chen Mu sat cross-legged atop the Flying Kite, both hands gripping the connecting rods linked to the wings before him.
He leaned slightly to the right, and the Flying Kite immediately traced a graceful arc, changing direction as naturally as a real hawk.
After circling above Small Hill Hollow for over ten minutes, Chen Mu finally felt waves of emptiness in his brow. He adjusted the Flying Kite's angle, guiding it slowly downward until it hovered steadily one meter above the ground.
"It worked." Chen Mu grinned at the many new entries on the Gray Wall.
Piloting: 1236/10000/tier 1;
For the past few afternoons, he had been practicing flying.
He had temporarily set aside the Void Weaving Technique that he should have been practicing during this time.
After all, this was real flight.
"If only I had a little more mana." Chen Mu sighed regretfully.
After mastering the Cloud Mirage Spirit Armor Technique, an additional core had formed in his brow, capable of storing mana.
But it was still limited. After half an hour of continuous flight, that mana would be depleted.
"Once I master the Shattering-Illusion Technique, I should be able to fly a bit longer." Chen Mu looked forward to it.
Several rays of sunlight pierced the depths of the bottomless Heaven-Reaching River.
They shone upon the pale, savage shell of the Spirit Shuttle, leaving mottled patches of light.
Whirlpools flickered in and out around the Spirit Shuttle, smoothing the undercurrents and propelling it steadily forward.
Right Seven Bingchen Cabin.
Lin Su sat cross-legged on the left side of the soft couch. On the