SPLASH.
His perspective immediately shifted, and the world turned upside down.
"This body... it's a little weak."
Fang Yang lightly clenched his fists, his gaze profound.
The very next moment, in the real world, the illusion of the Dream Emperor in his second hollow-aperture began to glow faintly.
In an instant, joy filled his eyes.
It was back. That feeling of supreme power—it was all back.
He tapped a finger in the air, and a massive, fiery-red Fire Eagle appeared.
Though it was only formed from Primordial Qi, it was so lifelike it seemed to have a body and soul.
With one hand behind his back, he stepped forward, landing squarely on the Fire Eagle's back.
"BOOM—"
A thunderous explosion echoed as the Fire Eagle beat its wings, kicking up a great wind and soaring straight toward Skyreach Peak.
From his current position in the canyon, if everything went smoothly, he could actually reach Skyreach Peak two months ahead of schedule.
But he knew it wouldn't be that simple.
