Descending from a cliff over a hundred meters high, Long Fei stepped into the void.
His movements were strange, as if he was walking on flat ground.
There were no fluctuations of mana or any display of fleshly bloodline power, yet he landed steadily on the ground.
Even to cultivators like Imperial Spirit Sect Niu Dao, Demon Beast Sect Hu Benyang, and Ying Changkong, who practiced body refinement, it was a scene that made them click their tongues in wonder.
They discussed among themselves, "Brother Long has become much stronger than before."
"Indeed, he has."
"What kind of movement technique is this? I can't make heads or tails of it."
They could not discern it, but the old men present gained quite an insight.
Walking through the void could either be sword flight, sprouting wings by refining the blood of flying creatures, or manipulating spatial Yuan Force with spiritual power.
