The Western Desolation was a vast desert, stretching for a thousand miles of barren land. Sandstorms raged across the wasteland, and not a soul could be seen.
The sun blazed high overhead. Temperatures soared to forty or fifty degrees. Even an egg left on the sand would quickly cook. The heat was unbearable; this was no place for humans to live.
At that moment, a figure raced across the desert like a supercar, roaring as he kicked up a thousand layers of sand and sent yellow dust billowing into the sky.
That figure was Xia Ping, who had come out of West Desolate City.
He leaped across the desert, lightly touching one foot to the ground. Two translucent wings sprouted from his back, manipulating the air with a thunderous roar. Like a Kunpeng, he glided swiftly through the sky.
With each glide, he could travel one or two kilometers at incredible speed.
"This feels incredible."
After leaving West Desolate City and entering this vast world, Xia Ping felt as if every restraint had fallen away. He could use his inner qi arts however he pleased.
He continuously circulated his Kunpeng Step, unleashing this peerless movement technique to its fullest.
After reaching the Martial Master Realm, humans of this level could control their true essence and gather air currents, allowing them to glide through the air. Their speed was countless times greater than that of those in the Martial Artist Realm.
Some gathered true essence in their feet and detonated it in an instant, like a jet plane, generating tremendous thrust and surging hundreds of meters in a single burst.
Others controlled the air currents, gathering them around their feet to form barriers of air. They could tread on these barriers as if walking through the sky, moving at tremendous speed.