In mid-air.
Chu Sheng gently beat his three pairs of wings. They were as thin as a cicada's, yet they shimmered with faint golden divine patterns of Space.
How to describe the sensation?
Before, flying meant using brute force to beat against the air, leveraging its resistance for propulsion.
But now, it was as if the air and Space itself were actively pushing him forward. It even felt like the surrounding Space was cheering, joyfully scrambling to clear a path for him.
Just two words... Silky smooth!
A thought flashed through Chu Sheng's mind.
Without any visible effort, not even the sound of rushing air could be heard.
WHOOSH!
The next second, he vanished from his original spot.
When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of meters away, right in front of the cavern wall!
'This is my speed now?'
Chu Sheng startled himself; he almost failed to stop and crashed headfirst into the rock.
Awesome!
Only that one word could describe how he felt right now.
