As the saying went, the higher you stood, the farther you could see.
With his wooden wings, Chen Jue spiraled upward, flying higher and higher until he reached an altitude of several thousand meters. Like a great roc spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, he used [Thousand-Mile Eyes] to take in the general terrain for hundreds of li around him.
Centered on the tree-stump mountain below, forest stretched for hundreds of li in every direction.
Aside from several small lakes in the forest, what particularly caught Chen Jue's attention was the mist-shrouded marsh into which the river running through the forest flowed. It inevitably reminded him of the famous line of classical poetry, "Vapors rise over Yunmeng Marsh."
Faint blue light also flickered within that marsh. Despite the distance of several hundred kilometers and the interference of intense sunlight, Chen Jue's keen vision still caught those blue glimmers through the mist.
Blue was exceedingly rare in nature. Even on this unfamiliar planet, this was the first time Chen Jue had seen such blue flashes resembling electrical light.
Was that light reflected by minerals?
I need to find a chance to go there and have a look.
Chen Jue thought to himself, then scanned several other directions. He found layers of mountains beyond the horizon in all four directions, but they were too far away, beyond the limits of his eyesight, so he could only make out their rough outlines.
After committing the general terrain in the surrounding directions to memory, Chen Jue felt that prolonged flight drained his stamina rapidly. Besides, flying with wooden wings was really just a novelty.
Once the novelty wore off, it was like having gone paragliding or wingsuit flying too many times: the excitement and thrills soon faded.
Chen Jue had ridden