This was one of the five spires in the Order of Truth, and arguably the strongest.
Silas looked up and saw several cultivators flying in the sky.
Not just them, flying beasts and cars also roamed the sky.
"I have never tried flight since I advanced," Silas muttered with a smile.
In the same instant, his body began to lift off the floor slowly.
His face bloomed into a smile when he felt it.
With a thought, he increased the speed, shooting into the sky in an instant.
His eyes focused on the spire, and his mind locked onto it.
His body, fully under the control of his mind, tore through the air towards the spire.
His eyes widened as he realized how fast he was moving.
He willed himself to stop but the speed was just too great.
He was mere inches away from a floating platform.
Silas closed his eyes as he braced for impact.
"How do you have a tier 10 privilege and be unable to fly?" The sweet, calm, melodic voice sounded curiously above Silas.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
