The walls of Qing Province City grew distant behind him, eventually disappearing from view, leaving only the line of the horizon.
Endless mountains stretched out, their forests deep and ancient. Towering old trees with dense branches and leaves blotted out the sun, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
"Rise!"
Deep in the forest, Chu Fan's thoughts stirred. The Wind Seed inside his Dantian quivered softly as he activated the Technique of the Nine Heavens Wind Mastery Scripture.
He intended to draw the formless, traceless Wind Spirits from the void and gather them into his body.
But as the Cultivation Technique began to circulate, there was no response from his surroundings. It was like a drop of water on a hot skillet, vanishing in an instant.
His brows furrowed slightly as he immediately understood the reason.
