Li Shiming had a shrunken Little Phoenix perched on his shoulder, while the Phantom Spirit Dragon had also shrunk down and turned into a bracelet. He himself sat on the back of the Golden Winged Great Peng.
The Golden Winged Great Peng liked flying, and it was also willing to carry its master as it flew.
Little Phoenix and the Phantom Spirit Dragon, on the other hand, preferred shrinking themselves and keeping Li Shiming company.
Every ten breaths or so, the Golden Winged Great Peng would perform a Space Movement. Though each Space Movement did not cover an especially great distance, it was still several hundred li. Coupled with its extremely fast flight speed, it was not at all slower than a Golden Corpse Late Stage enhanced by the Speed Rule Mark.
If the Golden Winged Great Peng's Space Movement was counted as well, its speed even surpassed that of a Golden Corpse Late Stage.
This kind of flight from the Golden Winged Great Peng was not short-term flight. Its flying could continue endlessly.
Legend had it that the Golden Winged Great Peng would never set both feet on the ground in its entire life. It took the sky as its home, and flying was a survival instinct to it, just like breathing was to humans.
All this time, Li Shiming had been cautious and prudent, and had never relaxed as he did now.
He did not care about powerful cultivators. Even in the Cloud Island Sea, where it could be said enemies filled his sight, he still did not care.
As a Peak Great Cultivator, within the Nascent Soul Realm, he feared no Great Cultivator. Even if his enemies tried to defeat him with numbers, they could not do it.
It could be said that the moment his realm