Boom————
The overpressure shockwave from the explosion’s core surged like a tsunami, fiercely hitting Fang Cheng.
Even with the golden barrier ford by True Sun Fire to resist, he was still lifted by this indomitable force, thrown into the boundless sky.
An absolute sense of weightlessness instantly enveloped his body.
Screeching noises tore at his ears, and his internal organs churned amidst the vibrations.
The raging hot airflow was like countless invisible steel knives, madly slicing through every inch of his Protective True Qi.
Fang Cheng’s body spun violently in the air, hurtling several hundred ters.
The dizziness of the world turning upside down could disorient any trained parachutist, plunging them into a deadly spiral descent.
But Fang Cheng was not overly panicked.
His heartbeat frequency didn’t even falter.
With an Agility Attribute as high as 64 points, his control surpassed human physiological limits at this mont.
He suddenly opened his eyes while tumbling, golden light flowing in the depths of his pupils.
The chaotic world instantly slowed down in his perception.
The spine trembled fiercely, and the core muscle groups locked his entire body’s muscles instantly.
"Steady!"
He whispered in his heart.
Arms spread open, legs slightly curved back, his whole body forcefully stretched into a ’big’ shape in the air.
In an instant.
The previously howling chaotic airflow seed to hit pause at that mont.
Fang Cheng’s entire being abruptly suspended in the sky.
Without any support point, relying on nothing external.
Just quietly floating there.
As if an invisible giant hand held his fra steadily between heaven and earth.
His extraordinary suspension ability was producing astonishing effects at this mont.
Fang Cheng used the increased wind-catching area, forcibly stopping his body’s fatal spin.
Among the turbulent wind currents a thousand ters high, he regained control of his body.
But the air current’s montum had not fully dissipated.
Just one second after stabilizing, the residual explosion airflow crashed against him from the side, instantly disrupting Fang Cheng’s hovering posture.
He completely lost the upward cushioning force, and the descent abruptly accelerated.
Gravity accelerated like an invisible giant hand, gripping his ankles tightly, attempting to drag him to death’s endpoint.
At an elevation of at least a thousand ters.
At this height, apart from the undissipated firelight at the explosion’s core, everything around beca a gray chaotic ss.
The night scene below had transford from the modern tropolis with towering buildings to a giant web made of countless light points, lurking quietly in the abyss of darkness.
It seed to open its mouth wide, waiting to capture this prey falling from the sky.
Even with Fang Cheng’s Constitution breaking the 80-point mark, he dared not resist the destructive impact of this height with his flesh.
It would be no different from an egg smashing against granite; the only outco is turning into a paste.
"Whoosh—Whoosh—"
The roaring wind rushed into his eardrums, emitting deafening thunder.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, slowly closing his eyes.
At this critical mont of life and death, his inner self was as calm as still water, entering a mysterious "void clarity" state.
With vision completely blocked, his other senses were infinitely magnified at this mont.
Hearing was no longer just the wind.
But instead, slight frequency differences from air waves coming from various directions behind him.
Touch was no longer the bone-chilling cold of high altitude or the remaining heat from the explosion.
But a subtle resistance feedback from the air density changes.
Plus, there was that Sixth Sense sketching a three-dinsional navigation map in his mind.
In this map, the formless, intangible wind turned into distinct fluid trajectories.
So wild like dragons, others gentle like silk, so spiraled, others dove.
If it were an ordinary parachutist, these chaotic air currents would be deadly assassins.
But in Fang Cheng’s current perception, they were not just winds but paths to travel through.
"Is this... the rhythm of the wind?"
Thoughts flickered in Fang Cheng’s mind, his body began to subtly adjust under the guidance of his perception.
Shoulders sank, waist and abdon exerted force, limbs slightly adjusted angles.
He didn’t try to confront the gale but blended in like a fish swimming in the sea, deftly slipping into those air trajectories.
The next second, a miracle occurred.
The body that was plumting vertically suddenly gained a mysterious lift.
Wind enveloped around him, softly brushing his face.
Fang Cheng could faintly sense a balance force field ford around him from the tug of gravity and so power within him.
Standing at that fleeting balance point, like an absolute calm in the eye of the storm.
It felt as if he shed the heavy shackles of the flesh, allowing the soul to dance freely among the clouds.
Fang Cheng worked to maintain this wondrous sensation, not thinking about the current height above ground.
Just stretching his arms out, going with the flow, converting the wind’s thrust into his own propulsion, gliding toward the smoothest airflow.
Sotis turning on his side to avoid violent turbulence, sotis stretching his limbs to rise a few ters, weaving through the cloud-constructed maze.
Compared to past gliding flight experints from mountaintops.
This ti, Fang Cheng felt faintly that he’d touched a new threshold.
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