High above the clouds, Long Tian soared with demonic wings unfurled on his back, surpassing the speed of regular airplanes.
Strangely, he found greater comfort in using demon wings over wings of darkness. They felt less draining on his stamina and more naturally attuned.
In contrast to wings of darkness, which relied on the power of darkness, this preference could be attributed to his complete integration of demon bloodlines and the soul of Mo Xie within him.
As Long Tian continued his journey through the clouds, he marveled at the breathtaking scenery below. Currently traversing a vast forested region, it appeared to be the bordering forest between Tianzhou and Beijing. Despite the scenic beauty, reaching the Long family residence still seemed to be a considerable distance away.
At this moment, something peculiar seized Long Tian's attention below, nestled within the heart of the forest, appearing dark and unusually vast.
