Unbeknownst to him, he had already flown high into the night sky, a hundred feet above the ground.
Amidst the sky, the whistling wind gradually grew louder. Shen Luo suddenly felt a chill all over his body. A heavenly wind blew straight into his face, and he was too late to dodge it. His seemingly weightless divine soul was fiercely pulled and pushed towards the distance.
He was in a daze for only a moment before he was dragged out more than ten feet.
It was then that Shen Luo realized that his perception of his body had weakened somewhat. He hurriedly tried to fly down and forcefully moved towards his physical body.
As the distance between the two shortened, the subtle link between them gradually became clearer.
After glancing at his body a few times, instead of immediately returning to his body, he was moved by an idea and drifted off into the distance again.
