Yang Yuanwen's subsequent flight across was indeed exactly as Ku Yun had described.
The first half was unsteady and swaying; the latter half was trembling and precarious.
When he was still a third of the distance away from the high platform, a violent gale swept over him, throwing him off balance on the spot. In his panic, he even broke one of his wings of fortune.
Watching Yang Yuanwen's falling figure, Chen Yang silently sighed inwardly.
It seemed he had truly overthought things. Yang Yuanwen had not gained the favor of the fortune of the talisman arts lineage simply because he had comprehended the method of talisman beasts.
Whoosh—
Puff...
Puff...
Just as he was thinking this and preparing to have Ku Yun withdraw the projection, the sound of wings flapping came from somewhere beyond it.
"Ku Yun, look below!"
The instant Chen Yang heard the sound, joy surged in his heart, and he hurriedly told Ku Yun to adjust the angle of the projection.
After it turned, he was delighted to see that Yang Yuanwen, who should have fallen into the abyss, had somehow steadied himself crookedly amid the thin clouds and mist of the chasm. He continuously flapped his arms and began inching his way upward.
"This!"
Ku Yun was greatly astonished. Having guarded the Twilight Ancient Path for so many years, this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a sight.
Yang Yuanwen had clearly exhausted all his fortune and even broken one wing. How could he still struggle upward?
As Yang Yuanwen's figure continued to rise, Ku Yun gradually made out his current condition.
Yang Yuanwen had indeed lost one of the wings on his back, but unimaginably, a pair of silver-white wings flickering with talismanic light had miraculously grown from his arms!
"This