"Skyward Flow—First Form: Origin"
Unable to use... the first form of his own school's body-tempering method was, in itself, a technique that combined with Origin Magic.
Now he couldn't use magic.
He couldn't practice the first form's body-tempering at all.
Starting from zero, he'd already hit an obstacle right at the beginning...
Lu Cang hadn't planned to become some mighty powerhouse in this world. He only wanted to temporarily change his frail constitution.
He wasn't even a Level 1 Warrior yet, so there was no way he could become very strong.
Hah...
So tired...
It felt like his lungs were about to explode. It was the first time he'd ever found running so exhausting.
But he kept going, alternating between sprinting and jogging with all his might.
At last, he got far away from the airport.
Earlier, Lu Cang had taken a moment to check his phone. It showed that it was a little after two in the afternoon.
And the time he'd transmigrated...
It should have been around two, too.
At this time, the airport should have exploded.
But... Lu Cang looked toward the distant airport from a nearby street. It hadn't exploded.
Everything was safe and sound.
He waited...
As he waited, he kept moving farther away, in the opposite direction.
But even as the sunset gradually sank, he never heard anything loud happen.
At last, Lu Cang sat down on a patch of grass.
He looked up at the vast starry sky.
The sky wasn't pitch-black, nor was it the desolate, sunken Sea Abyss. It was the familiar starry sky he knew...
August 26, 2025.
Today really was the day he was supposed to transmigrate.
But this time, nothing had happened.
As his tension eased, what slowly washed over him instead was a feeling of emptiness.
Ding