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The sky above the clouds is like a cold, translucent blue gemstone.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the churning clouds, casting a flowing golden glow over this white ocean.

There is no dust, no noise here.

It possesses only ultimate tranquility and vastness, like a serene garden suspended outside the mortal world, belonging exclusively to the gods.

Fang Cheng hovered at an altitude of 10,000 meters, his arms outstretched, letting the gentle breeze and warm sunlight softly envelop him.

As the sun fully rose above the sea, the surrounding temperature gradually rose, and the bone-chilling cold in the air quietly dissipated.

After venting his pent-up emotions, Fang Cheng focused his mind and introspected on his dantian.

The successive bursts of energy and high-altitude sprints depleted nearly 20% of the body's internal energy.

Although he was still full of energy, for someone who was used to always being at his peak, this was a signal to return to the ground.

Unnecessarily wasting one's inner energy is a major taboo for martial artists.

The moment the thought of returning arose in his mind, he moved accordingly.

Fang Cheng slowly adjusted his breathing, his arms slightly pulled back, his broad shoulder and back muscles spreading out like wings.

He devoted all his attention to perceiving his surroundings.

By observing the subtle vibrations in the skin's pores, one can quickly discern the direction of stable airflow at high altitudes.

It was layer upon layer, like invisible passages woven together by the wind.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath.

Then, using the strength of the lumbar spine, the center of gravity shifted forward, and the body swept diagonally downwards following the trajectory of the wind.

This is not a blind free fall, but rather a delicate balance between gravity and lift achieved by utilizing the lifting force of airflow.

In scientific terms, it's like sliding from one high-pressure air layer to another low-pressure air layer.

Fang Cheng did not fall from grace because of this; like a falcon tracking its prey, he spread his wings and swooped down.

By constantly adjusting the angle of his body to face the wind, his figure drew a smooth arc at the edge of the clouds, gracefully cutting into the troposphere below.

As the altitude rapidly decreased, the once tranquil high altitude began to produce noisy wind noise.

Crossing the 10,000-meter boundary, Fang Cheng plunged headlong into the gray-white cumulonimbus cloud band.

The damp, cold vapor instantly enveloped his entire body.

Unlike the magnificent view from high above, visibility is severely obstructed inside the clouds.

Countless alternating currents of warm and cold air churn and swirl here, like turbulent undercurrents in the ocean.

The air pressure fluctuated violently around his eardrums, constantly impacting his sense of balance and interfering with his direction of movement.

Even while falling rapidly, Fang Cheng remained calm.

He maximized his senses, keenly observing the changes in the strength of every wisp of air around him.

When an exceptionally strong updraft hits your chest.

Fang Cheng twisted his waist and hips slightly, and stomped heavily with his left foot in mid-air.

Using this recoil force, he was like a heavy sword cleaving through chaos, piercing straight through the cloud layer that was a thousand meters thick.

Whoosh!

The view suddenly opened up.

Fang Cheng spread his arms again, his fingers slightly open, using the surface area of ​​his body facing the wind to reduce the inertia of falling after breaking through the clouds.

At this moment, he was suspended in the middle of the troposphere at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters. Looking down, he felt as if the human world was under his feet.

The entire city of Dongdu unfolds before your eyes like a grand, real-world map.

Those once towering skyscrapers have now shrunk to a dense array of dark gray squares.

The crisscrossing streets have degenerated into a complex network of thin lines.

You can only distinguish between the commercial area and the old town by the general shades of color.

As the altitude gradually decreases, the previously blurry city outlines begin to reveal clearer layers in the field of vision.

The buildings below, large and small, are no longer static blocks of color, but a steel jungle full of life.

The glass curtain wall reflected the dazzling morning light, refracting bright spots of varying shades.

On the crisscrossing city ring roads and main roads, the early morning commuters' traffic forms a continuous stream, like slowly crawling metal beetles.

This visual contrast between returning from the divine realm to the mortal world evoked an indescribable feeling in Fang Cheng.

He took a deep breath and glanced into the distance.

The Twin Towers, a common sight in the news, stand majestically, their lightning rods gleaming faintly in the morning sun.

A few kilometers further on is the bustling cargo terminal.

Thousands of containers were neatly stacked on the shore, densely packed like children's building blocks.

The towering orange-red cranes are hanging low, and several 10,000-ton ocean-going freighters are quietly docked at their berths, waiting for a new voyage.

Clearly, he flew too far in his excitement while chasing the passenger plane, skimming over half the city.

At this moment, we are located above the port industrial zone in the southeast of the city.

Even the Jinshui Fish Market, where the Illuminati's secret base is located, can be vaguely seen.

Roughly estimated, the straight-line distance from the beach in Guanlan District where we started is at least more than ten kilometers.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then stopped flying aimlessly forward and didn't choose to go to the Jinshui Fish Market to say hello to Lin Chuqiao.

It's not convenient for me to be seen like this, shirtless and only wearing underwear.

With a slight thought, his right shoulder sank, and his center of gravity shifted to the side.

Using the deflection force of the airflow to generate power from the waist and abdomen, the body lightly changes direction after drawing a smooth, large-radius arc in the air.

Then bring your legs together and shrink your body into a compact, streamlined shape.

While minimizing wind resistance, it utilizes the shear force of high-altitude airflow to convert downward potential energy into lateral horizontal thrust.

Fang Cheng did not unleash his true energy again to speed up his journey, but instead used the wind to glide along.

The altitude gradually decreases to about one thousand meters.

The city's hustle and bustle began to flood my ears along with the updrafts.

Along the streets of the old town below, many breakfast stalls have already set up sunshades, and the milky white steam rising from the steamers slowly dissipates in the morning light.

Groups of commuters running towards the bus stop, along with students carrying backpacks and yawning, created a noisy wave of voices.

Fang Cheng was like a silent, ghostly glider, skimming across the city.

The feeling of flying at such a high altitude is extremely wonderful.

Not only can you get a panoramic view of the city, but you also have a sense of control that transcends the rules.

Looking down, the main road below was stuck in the mud of the morning rush hour.

Private cars and buses lined up in a long queue at the traffic lights, horns blaring incessantly, as people waited anxiously in the cramped carriages.

At this height, which is beyond the reach of countless eyes, Fang Cheng only needs to spread his arms to move freely like the wind, leaving behind all the congestion and annoyance of living in the city.

He couldn't help but smile, and with a burst of energy from his waist and abdomen, he swiftly swept through the air in an arc, his diving posture as agile as an eagle.

About half an hour later, the outline of the coastline of Guanlan District came into view.

The massive cross-sea bridge sped across the sea, rushing past beneath our feet.

The slow, thin lines of commuter cars on the bridge contrasted sharply with a graceful flying figure in the sky.

Fang Cheng spread his arms and flew across the bridge, the wind whistling past his ears. Below, the clear water bay shimmered, and several small fishing boats that had set out early were slowly moving forward, leaving white trails in their wake.

The waves rhythmically pounded against the man-made breakwater, splashing up rows of snow-white foam.

The beach, bathed in the golden light of dawn, was now within reach.

A few scattered figures appeared on the beach, mostly citizens who got up early to exercise.

Fang Cheng spotted a secluded spot with jagged rocks and began adjusting his posture to prepare for landing.

He leaned his upper body slightly backward and stretched his arms out as far as possible.

The broad latissimus dorsi muscles act as a natural speed bump, forcefully catching the oncoming gust of wind.

The airflow continuously pounded against his chest and abdomen, producing a dull "puffing" sound.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...

Just before landing, Fang Cheng's waist and abdomen suddenly contracted, completing an extremely graceful 360-degree aerial flip in mid-air.

The gliding inertia was largely dissipated during this turn, and both feet were firmly planted on the ground.

At the same time, just before he hit the ground, two streams of gentle true energy gushed out from the pores of Fang Cheng's feet, serving as a final cushion for the landing.

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The sound of it landing was extremely faint.

My feet left only two shallow imprints on the wet sand.

The receding tide just covered the insteps, sweeping away the heat caused by the friction between the skin and the air.

Fang Cheng stood still, his chest rising and falling steadily, looking back at the sea of ​​clouds that had become extremely distant and high.

That transcendent feeling of being detached from the mundane world and traveling with the wind still lingers in my heart.

Listening to the familiar sound of waves crashing in his ears and watching the increasing traffic on the highway in the distance, Fang Cheng suddenly had a feeling of being in another world.

What I saw and felt at an altitude of 10,000 meters just now was like an absurd yet incredibly real dream.

But he could truly feel the feedback of the gradually transforming power within his body.

That wasn't a dream; it was a leap in the level of life.

The golden light in his eyes gradually faded, turning back into a deep black.

Fang Cheng's mindset also returned to calm as he became more grounded.

"The feeling of flying... is really not bad."

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he shook his hand and strode toward a black reef not far away.

There were clothes left there that had been taken off during the morning exercise.

Fang Cheng casually grabbed a hoodie and put it on, covering his sculpted, well-built physique.

Then she changed into long pants and put on sneakers, her movements swift and efficient.

With the hood pulled up over his head, his sharply defined face was half-hidden in the shadows, transforming him back into an ordinary, unassuming young man.

At this moment, a faint light flickered before their eyes, and a panel display appeared:
You have taken your first step on the path of challenging the limits of the sky, gaining 20 experience points.

[Flight Lv0 (20/100)]

Seeing the notification that his experience points had increased, Fang Cheng clenched his fist, feeling the power in his palm that could erupt at any moment:

"We've already tested the altitude; now it's time to further hone our speed and flying skills."

This flight attempt was not only a practical test of unlocking a new skill, but also allowed him to see the infinite possibilities of this physical body's evolution.

The sky is vast, and the world is big.

But only by taking each step firmly and practically can we build the foundation for continuous growth and strength.

Fang Cheng did not linger. He turned around and, with steady and powerful steps, quickly walked out of the beach.

Ahead lay the winding coastal highway, with a few private cars speeding past in the morning light.

After crossing the highway, we entered a street lined with seafood stalls and bathhouses.

The outline of Haitian Garden is already faintly visible.

Fang Cheng's figure quickly disappeared into the crowd, blending perfectly into the awakening city.

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In the bathroom, fine water droplets hit the tiles, making a rapid rustling sound.

White mist rose and spread, partially obscuring the outline of Fang Cheng's muscles, which resembled intertwined steel bars.
He stood under the showerhead, letting the scalding hot water wash over his shoulders.

The salt and dead skin that had accumulated on my skin due to the intense air friction during the rapid flight through the cumulonimbus clouds were finally washed away completely.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, the magnificent scene of overlooking the entire city from 10,000 meters above still lingering in his mind.

That sense of control, transcending the rules, still captivates him.

At that moment, a muffled hissing sound came from behind a frosted glass door.

That's the pressure cooker in the kitchen cooking food.

As the pressure valve rotated rapidly, a rich, almost tangible aroma of meat wafted through the door crack and forcefully entered the bathroom.

This aroma is unlike any other meat.

It carries a wild, primal odor, yet under prolonged high temperature and pressure, it has been tamed into an extremely rich and mellow oily fragrance.

Fang Cheng sniffed the air, then wiped the water off his face and turned off the tap.

The sound of water abruptly stopped, leaving only the rhythmic, cheerful whirring of the pressure cooker in the room.

He grabbed a dry towel from the shelf, casually wiped his short hair, and went out shirtless.

He wore only a loosely wrapped bath towel around his waist, and his exposed abdominal muscles rippled slightly with his movements, showcasing the muscular beauty of a man.

Upon entering the kitchen, Fang Cheng first turned off the stove.

Only when the whistling sound of the air valve gradually turned into a faint echo did he reach out and steadily open the pressure valve.

"Zi-"

A large plume of thick white steam billowed out, instantly enveloping the ceiling.

Fang Cheng didn't shy away from the scorching heat at all. He stretched out his chopsticks, and as soon as the steam dissipated a little, he couldn't wait to lift the lid of the pot.

The meat simmering in the pot was the reptile meat he had casually brought back from hunting in the other world.

After more than two hours of cooking.

At this moment, the meat in the pot has turned an enticing deep red color. The fatty parts have long since turned into a translucent gelatinous substance, while the lean meat has been compressed under high pressure until its texture becomes loose.

With a gentle nudge of his chopsticks, Fang Cheng easily dislodged the bone.

He picked up a piece of still-warm, trembling fatty meat and put it directly into his mouth.

The moment the meat touched the tip of the tongue, the thick layer of collagen melted away like warm, moist oil.

As the teeth exert force, the unique toughness of reptile meat bursts forth between them.

The violent energy originating from genetic mutation is transformed into ultimate umami flavor by the neutralizing effect of seasonings.

"hiss--"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but gasp.

If he were acting out a scene from the movie "The God of Cookery," he would only want to sigh from the bottom of his heart:
"Such exquisite delicacies exist in this world!" (End of Chapter)