Soaring to the Heavens! Current Limit: Five Hundred Meters!

"Grandfather, I want to try my newly awakened ability," Qing Mufeng said.

Qing Zhengyue raised an eyebrow: "What ability?"

Qing Mufeng did not answer, instead closing his eyes.

He mobilized that newly awakened power within his body.

It was not soul power, but something more fundamental—a talent carved into the Azure Dragon bloodline.

Azure Dragon Wind Control.

He felt himself become light.

It was not that his body had become lighter, but that some invisible force was supporting him.

It was the power of the wind, the air currents ubiquitous between heaven and earth, all becoming his aid at this moment.

His feet left the ground.

One inch.

Two inches.

One foot.

Qing Mufeng opened his eyes, looked down at his hovering feet, and a wide grin spread across his face.

He was flying.

No wings needed, no soul skills needed; by his own power, he had taken flight.

"This..."

Qing Hongyuan widened his eyes, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Shen Wanqing covered her mouth, her eyes instantly turning red.

Liu Yunlan stood frozen in place, the short dagger in her hand nearly dropping to the ground.

Even the usually composed Qing Zhengyue saw his pupils constrict sharply, the long blade in his hand trembling slightly.

Flight without wings.

No wings, no traces of externalized soul power, just naturally lifting off the ground.

On the Douluo Continent, this was unheard of.

"Feng'er, you..." Qing Zhengyue's voice was tight, "How did you do that?"

Qing Mufeng hovered in mid-air, looking down at his family's shocked expressions, and said with a smile: "The third divine ability, Azure Dragon Wind Control. The Azure Dragon does not need wings; it is born to fly."

As his voice fell, he began to ascend.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

His speed was extremely fast, like a gust of wind, charging straight into the clouds.

Qing Zhengyue looked up at the figure in the sky that was growing smaller and smaller, his throat bobbing as he finally squeezed out a sentence: "This child's third divine ability... is flight?"

Liu Yunlan tilted her head back, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she was smiling: "Old man, our grandson can fly."

Qing Hongyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and carefully observed his son's flight trajectory.

It was not a straight ascent, but rather circling, flipping, stopping abruptly, and accelerating in the air.

The level of agility was even more proficient than that of avian soul beasts.

"This is not a soul skill," Qing Hongyuan muttered: "A soul skill couldn't be this natural... it's like an instinct."

In the sky, Qing Mufeng was soaring to his heart's content.

The wind whistled past his ears, his hair blew backward, and his robes snapped in the gale.

Yet he felt no discomfort, only an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

Freedom.

True freedom.

The sky is vast for birds to fly, the sea is wide for fish to leap.

In his past life, he was just an ordinary person who hadn't even flown on a plane many times.

In this life, at six years old, he could fly into the sky by his own power.

He spun a few circles in the air, feeling the flow of the wind's power.

Those invisible air currents became clearly visible within his perception.

Where the currents rose, where they descended, where they were turbulent, and where they were calm—it was all clear at a glance.

Wind Perception.

This was also a part of the Azure Dragon Wind Control.

He could perceive the fluctuations of airflow within a radius of a hundred zhang; any living creature entering this range would disturb the air currents, allowing him to detect them instantly.

This was not merely a flight ability, but a superior form of perception and early warning system.

Qing Mufeng flew higher and higher.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

At an altitude of three hundred meters, he felt a tightness in his chest, and his breathing became less fluid.

It was not that something was wrong with his body, but rather that the altitude was so high that the air had become thin.

He knew he was nearing his limit, yet he still wanted to push upward a little further.

He wanted to see where the ultimate limit lay.

He gritted his teeth and continued to climb.

Three hundred and fifty meters.

Four hundred meters.

Four hundred and fifty meters.

The pressure on his chest grew increasingly intense, and his eardrums began to hum.

Yet, his eyes were filled with excitement.

He could go higher, he could still go higher!

Five hundred meters!

The moment he broke through five hundred meters, he finally felt the limit.

His chest felt as if it were being crushed by a massive boulder, breathing became extremely difficult, and his head began to spin. He felt as if he were truly going to die; this time it was real, there was no limit left to push.

He could not go any higher.

Any further, and he would truly die.

Qing Mufeng did not force it; instead, he flipped his body, head pointing downward, and dove toward the ground like a shooting star.

The wind shrieked in his ears, and the scenery on the ground magnified rapidly.

As he neared the ground, he decelerated sharply, the power of the wind forming a soft cushion beneath him, and he landed steadily before his family.

"Five hundred meters." Qing Mufeng panted. "The limit is five hundred meters. At that height, my chest felt tight and I couldn't catch my breath; any higher and I might have been injured."

Qing Zhengyue stepped forward and patted his grandson on the shoulder, his eyes full of pride.

"Five hundred meters, do you know what this means?" the old man said. "For most flight-type Spirit Masters, reaching fifty meters at the Spirit Grandmaster level is considered decent. You flew straight to five hundred meters—that is a tenfold difference!"

"And this is your innate divine ability, not a spirit skill," Qing Hongyuan added. "Spirit skills consume spirit power and have a limited duration. An innate divine ability has extremely low consumption and can be maintained indefinitely."

Shen Wanqing's eyes lit up. "Does that mean Mufeng can stay in the sky forever?"

"Theoretically, yes," Qing Zhengyue nodded. "As long as he doesn't feel tired, he can keep flying."

Liu Yunlan walked over, took her grandson's hand, and looked him up and down. The old woman's eyes were still red, but the smile at the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed.

"My precious grandson," she said softly. "You are far stronger than your grandfather. The future of the Qing Clan depends on you now."

Qing Zhengyue was choked up by his wife's words; he opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally just let out a huff without refuting her.

Qing Mufeng gave his family a detailed introduction to the effects of Azure Dragon Wind Control—wingless flight, explosive speed, wind manipulation, and wind perception.

After hearing this, his family was shocked once again.

"This is more than just flight," Qing Zhengyue mused after a moment of silence. "Wind perception can provide early warnings, and wind manipulation can be used for both offense and defense. This single ability is worth several spirit skills."

The old man looked at his grandson with deep, profound eyes.

"Mufeng, your three spirit skills for offense, healing, and defense are already complete, and your three divine abilities each have their own uses. Armor Body Protection for a surge in all attributes, Eye Technique Truth-Seeing, and Wind-Riding. As long as you walk this path steadily, your future achievements will be limitless."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"The same goes for all of you. You are all practicing the Azure Dragon Method; although you cannot fully master it yet, as long as you continue to study and integrate it, once your Azure Snake spirits complete their dragon transformation, you may very well awaken similar bloodline abilities."

Qing Hongyuan took a deep breath, a flicker of fervor flashing in his eyes.

Dragon transformation.

Bloodline abilities.

Three months ago, he wouldn't have dared to even imagine such terms.

But now, his father had spoken them, and he felt that it was entirely possible to achieve.

Liu Yunlan held her grandson's hand and whispered, "Our Qing Clan is finally going to make a name for itself."

Shen Wanqing looked at her son, her husband, and her parents-in-law; her eyes were slightly red, but she was smiling.

She had been married into the Qing Clan for twenty years, and never before had she felt so full of hope for the future as she did today.