Shen Haoran opened his eyes and found himself falling rapidly through the open sky, the roaring winds whipping past his ears as the ground rushed up to meet him.
He looked behind him, and saw the cracks in space slowly closing after spewing him out.
He then looked down at the approaching ground and with quick, fluid, and effortlessly graceful movements, he adjusted his posture in mid-air, channeling a whisper of his vast Spirit Ascension qi beneath his boots.
In an instant, he decelerated seamlessly, touching down upon the earth so gently and weightlessly that he did not even disturb a single speck of sand or bend a blade of grass beneath his feet.
He then casually patted his shoulders with a light flick of his hand, as if swatting away some invisible dust from his dark, elegant robes, and calmly looked around.
