Shi Lang ran the distance of a few dozen kilometers on his feet, the place his escape pod landed was nothing but a barren patch, away from any source of residence and civilization. Fortunately, both his speed and power had increased and he covered the distance quite easily. His performance was a surprise to himself, as he ran and his body got used to this new pace he found that if he exerted himself, then his output could match a six-star Terran.
He reached the road and using his communicator, he began to run. This road will lead him to a human settlement or he might encounter a passing convoy and hitch a ride. Well, fine, asking them to hand him the vehicle is a better way to put it.
He changed into a casual set of clothes. If other cultivators were to find out that the spiritual tattoo space of a fellow cultivator has changed to a portable wardrobe, then would they die from laughter? I guess that is a question we will never find the answer to.
