"Wind, come!"
Yun Zimo gave a soft shout. Without even forming a seal, he merely beckoned, and gusts of fresh wind swept out from the forest, carrying fluttering leaves with them.
"Wind belongs to wood. This elven art can actually break through the limits of Dou Qi attributes!"
Yun Zimo was overjoyed beyond words. Wind belonged to wood, clouds belonged to water, water condensed into ice...
When Wind and Cloud met, it became the power of the heavens!
At last, his methods were no longer limited to just those few kinds!
If not for the Elf Clan's sparse numbers and love of quiet, and the fact that aside from those elves curious about the outside world, the rest would not leave the Dark Night Forest even once in eight hundred years, who knew how badly this Dou Qi Continent might have been broken...
Ever since he had left the Far West Lands, he had deliberately traveled slowly for more than a month, absorbing and integrating the elven arts he could cultivate, while analyzing and learning from those he could not, incorporating them into Wind and Cloud.
And these elven arts also seemed to have some inexplicable compatibility with him. His exploration during this period had truly produced some results—for example, being able to release certain Dou Techniques without forming seals, or for example...
Streams of cloud and mist came from the horizon, riding the wind down until they flew straight before Yun Zimo.
The cloud and mist surged, gradually transforming into an oval, elongated mass like a soft cushion of white cloud!
"Riding the clouds and commanding the mist!"
Yun Zimo lightly tapped the air with his foot, and his body drifted down onto the soft white cloud. His soles sank only slightly before he stood firmly in place.
"What