Only after plummeting tens of thousands of zhang from high in the sky did Lu Ye barely regain control of himself.
This height was the limit of what his Airborne Flight could reach. Any higher, and no matter how he exerted himself, he could not fly up, as though some invisible binding force had shackled him in place.
But Lu Ye still let himself keep falling, only urging his Spiritual Power to protect himself.
Because although he was capable of flying at this height, it was far too strenuous and consumed too much of his Spiritual Power. He had to find a height that was both comfortable and easy for him.
That was why cultivators traveling in the wilderness did not simply fly as high as they could. The higher they flew, the greater the drain on themselves.
Especially when their cultivation was insufficient, they generally would not fly too high. It was all too easy to run into some powerful figures stronger than themselves.
After dropping nearly ten thousand zhang, Lu Ye finally steadied himself. This height was undoubtedly one he could accept, and it was also the height most Divine Sea Realm cultivators chose when traveling in the wild.
He lowered his head and looked down over the scenery below, his emotions surging.
Nine Provinces, I'm back!
This trip had taken rather long—two full years. When he had left, his cultivation had been at True Lake Tier Seven; when he returned, he was already Divine Sea. His strength had increased enormously.
Of course, if he had been in the Nine Provinces, his cultivation should have advanced even faster, because he could have used Spirit Signs.
But when it came to cultivation, merely raising one's realm quickly was of little use. Over these two years, he had roamed the