The dazzling lights left Yi Shuyuan somewhat dazed. Perhaps it was the unusually powerful fire of countless human lives, perhaps their overlap with the neon lights in his memories. Only after a long while did he close his eyes briefly; when he opened them again, everything had become clearer.
"Moon City really is a big city!"
As he voiced that thought, Yi Shuyuan was suspended in the air, still a long way from the next tree. Yet he stepped down naturally, planting his foot upon the wind itself. His body rose another hundred feet or more and glided into the distance with the breeze.
Yi Shuyuan paused in surprise. That fleeting sensation alone had made his "sense of the wind" more natural. Previously, he had combined swift wind-riding with martial movement techniques. Fast though it was, he had ultimately remained bound to the ground, at most using lightness skills and a gathered breath to leap into the air and glide.
Now, however, Yi Shuyuan had a vague feeling that he could do more, that his body had become lighter. So, after rising a hundred feet or more, he followed that feeling and took another step. Once again, he seemed to tread softly upon the wind, and his figure rose another hundred feet or more.
"Whooo... whoosh... whooo..."
The wind grew stronger high above. Yi Shuyuan let his mind drift and his body move with it. His arms, originally spread to maintain his balance, gradually drew together behind his back. He slowly closed his eyes, stopped stepping, and ceased moving altogether.
Overcome the barrier in my heart, and I shall not fall!
The next moment, the fear of falling in Yi Shuyuan's heart reached its peak, then gradually steadied and slowly became calm.
Travel upon the wind, ride the wind onward!