"Holy shit!"
"Thud!"
He hit the ground hard, flat on his face.
Only his now-powerful physique saved him. An ordinary person would have broken several ribs in that fall.
Chen Lin scrambled up, covered in dust, rubbing his aching shoulder as he swore furiously.
"What the hell is this piece of junk! Is it leaking fuel?!"
He hurriedly examined his body with his inner sight.
What he saw turned his face green.
The spiritual liquid in his Dantian, which he had painstakingly replenished by taking medicine and draining spirit stones, was empty again!
Completely drained. Not a single drop remained.
In those few short seconds after takeoff, the Cloudborne Sword had sucked him dry!
Only then did Chen Lin remember the prompt on the light screen: Core Formation cultivators could unleash 100% of its power, Foundation Establishment cultivators 50%, and Qi Refining cultivators 10%.
High-tier magic treasures were weapons reserved for Core Formation powerhouses.
With the pitiful little "mana pool" he had at the seventh level of Qi Refining, trying to power a high-tier magic treasure for sword flight was like trying to start a jet engine with a Nanfu battery.
The fact that he had managed to fly three meters was already the sword doing him a favor.
"I got careless."
Chen Lin shook his head helplessly, walked over, and picked up the Cloudborne Sword.
It seemed he would not be showing off by flying on a sword until he broke through to Foundation Establishment.
For now, this sword could only serve as a weapon at best.
Trying to ride it into the sky was simply asking to die.
If he suddenly ran out of mana hundreds of meters in the air, things would get really entertaining. He would turn straight into a falling object.
Chen Lin slid the