After leaving Qingshan Town, Qin Yu quickly found a secluded valley and thoroughly refined the Purple Cloud Wings.
But during the refinement process, Qin Yu had some other ideas based on the method used to create this flying Battle Skill.
Since humans could use this refining method to turn the wings of Magical Beasts into flying Battle Skills for people to absorb and cultivate, what if other body parts were used instead?
"Hmm... Why does it feel like someone has already done something like this?"
Qin Yu remembered.
Wasn't the head of the Yan City Mo Clan fond of copying Little Ge and attaching limbs?
He had grafted a whole pile of Magical Beast limbs onto himself, only to later capture Qing Lin and have Xiao Yan come knocking at his door.
"Forget it. I should focus on studying this flying Battle Skill."
Flying was something Qin Yu was experiencing for the first time, so naturally, he stumbled through it at the beginning.
Crashing into trees, falling into water, getting caught in vines—he went through every mishap imaginable.
Fortunately, he was tough enough that the falls did not hurt. After several days, he gradually got the hang of it.
"Hmm, with this flying speed, a year will be enough for me to visit quite a few places."
Qin Yu looked down at the Magic Beast Mountain Range from the sky. Mountain ranges stretched endlessly, seeming to chase the horizon.
The Purple Cloud Wings spread behind him. Every flap stirred up a fierce gust, carrying him steadily across the sky.
About a week later, Qin Yu was traveling normally when he landed in a mountain hollow to rest.
As usual, he found a place to sit and sank his awareness into the earth beneath his feet.
His perception had barely extended