Only My Way

"Sigh…"

Somewhere high above, in the endless sky.

A fierce wind howled relentlessly.

As for Ling Wuyuan?

Just as he had told Pei Yiman.

He was currently experiencing freefall from a great height.

The previous spatial turbulence had directly flung him into the upper atmosphere, to an unknown altitude.

Just now.

He gazed downwards.

Apart from the boundless white clouds, nothing else was visible.

It was an immeasurably thick layer of pure white clouds.

Given the nature of this world.

It wouldn't be surprising if it were tens, hundreds, or even thousands of kilometers thick.

Therefore, rather than calling it merely a cloud.

It would be more accurate to describe it as a vast land of clouds.

Extremely boundless!

Even when high above, its boundaries remained unseen.

The pure white sea of clouds, slowly undulating like waves, combined with the radiant, pure golden light.

Simply gazing at it in silence could fill one with joy, as if one were in a sacred divine realm.

However.

At this moment, Ling Wuyuan truly wasn't in the mood to leisurely appreciate the so-called beautiful scenery of the sky.

Previously.

Due to the spatial turbulence.

The talisman armor he wore had been completely destroyed.

Even though they were all high-grade items capable of withstanding one or two rounds of conventional attacks from a [Spirit Nurturing Realm] cultivator.

The spatial turbulence within the space-time tunnel.

Was, after all, an extremely high-level force.

Far surpassing conventional true qi, conventional spiritual qi… and so on.

Even aimless wandering could transform into a disaster.

Effortlessly destroying numerous things.

Therefore.

In all books and oral accounts.

Spatial turbulence was an extremely dangerous phenomenon.

Normally speaking.

All beings whose strength level had not reached the [Divine Power Realm] were unable to directly face such a thing.

Like those talisman armors on Ling Wuyuan's body.

Although they utilized many incomparably strange raw materials and extremely superb craftsmanship.

Even if the entire talisman armor was described as a true treasure, there would be no problem.

But when faced with the spatial turbulence that could instantly decompose ordinary things.

The actual performance of those talisman armors was like flammable foam encountering high-temperature flames.

In the blink of an eye.

They had already been completely dissolved.

Regardless of whether it was a special raw material so precious that it couldn't be measured by ordinary money, or superb craftsmanship that could be called exquisite, neither could change the final outcome.

That was an absolute gap in two aspects: [Quality] and [Quantity].

In the face of that gap.

Precious raw materials and superb craftsmanship were all just flashy clouds.

Just like how no matter how exquisite a sketch was.

It would be meaningless in the face of flames.

Therefore, even the long sword at Ling Wuyuan's waist, which was enough for a [Spirit Nurturing Realm] cultivator to use to their heart's content and temporarily serve as a handy weapon for a [Divine Power Realm] cultivator, was merely something like a candle in the wind when facing that power.

In an instant, it would be completely destroyed.

However.

Even so, compared to those precious things.

When facing the spatial turbulence, Ling Wuyuan's body and soul, which should have been more fragile, revealed an unimaginable resilience or resistance.

Although it was far from being completely immune.

When Ling Wuyuan came into contact with those spatial turbulence, he could easily perceive that those spatial turbulence were not something he couldn't resist, at most they could only be described as something relatively difficult to resist.

'Unlike those guys who can't resist this power at all, I can resist them…'

This thought.

Had actually arisen as early as when Ling Wuyuan participated in the Imperial Tournament, inside the space-time tunnel of the arena.

And when he entered and exited the [Dragon Beast Sea Ridge].

He became even more certain of this idea.

'Do I have some resistance to spatial turbulence or the power of space-time?'

Regarding this question.

Ling Wuyuan chose to attribute the reason to his initial physical body transmigration.

Perhaps it was because his body and soul had been split countless times and reorganized countless times by the spatial turbulence back then.

To this day.

He had a very high resistance to the power of space-time.

So high that even [Divine Power Realm] cultivators would need to scratch their heads…

If other people were purely landlubbers.

Then he was the kind of guy who had already learned to swim.

Of course.

That being said.

The so-called resistance.

Wasn't an absolute thing after all.

It wasn't completely immune.

If the intensity of the spatial turbulence was relatively high.

Then he would still suffer damage.

Just like how a guy who knows how to swim can still drown.

Take the present situation as an example.

Due to the suddenness of the incident.

He had already suffered some injuries.

Some injuries that, from his perspective, were neither serious nor light.

The bone of his left forearm had fractured, three ribs in his chest had broken, about a quarter of the skin on his body surface was damaged, almost all of his hair had been destroyed, the cornea of his left eye, moderate concussion…

If it were an ordinary person or even a conventional cultivator.

This level of injury would definitely be considered a relatively serious injury.

It would be impossible to recover without lying down for a period of time.

If the treatment was unreasonable.

Even leaving permanent sequelae or dying from the injury wouldn't be surprising.

But Ling Wuyuan possessed an extremely high degree of self-healing ability.

Even without taking medicine.

This kind of injury would only require ten days of rest to automatically recover.

Even now.

He still maintained more than 60% of his combat power.

And this.

Was also the reason why he was still able to calmly comfort Pei Yiman from afar and report his safety to her.

Soon.

While continuing to communicate remotely with Pei Yiman, he also took out a pill from the only item on his body that was still intact, the treasure of Canghu Bailiu Palace—the [Profound Void Myriad Image Ring], and put it into his mouth, and silently mobilized the true qi in his body to speed up the digestion of the medicinal power, in order to accelerate the recovery speed of his own injuries.

Through very simple calculations and comparisons.

He, who was still in freefall.

Soon successfully calculated how long it would take him to recover as before with the corresponding drugs.

'About two days, it will take about two days to return to normal.'

This was a speed that was enough to make countless people deeply jealous.

Although it couldn't be called immortality, it could be called high-speed recovery.

It's just.

At this moment.

Ling Wuyuan wasn't too concerned about that kind of thing.

He was more concerned about his previous actions.

His previous subconscious choice to risk his life to save Pei Suxia and Yan Xiujin.

Thinking of this matter.

He, who was falling at high speed.

Couldn't help but look at the scorching sun at the top of the sky, and fell into deep thought…